Gotham City, July 14th Early Morning
Hayley awoke, quite groggily, that morning. She felt as if she'd been in a deep, dark, dreamless sleep. Heavier than any sleep she'd had before. Her limbs were slow to react, laden with the weight of such a sleep.
When she opened her eyes, she became acutely aware of certain facts.
A) She was wearing the Harley Quinn costume.
B) A touch to her face that came away with clown white on her fingertips revealed she was in the full make-up, as well.
C) The door to her room was being smashed in, and she now could hear the shouts of the officers outside it.
There was no window to escape out, nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. Hayley was trapped, confused, and most of all scared as to how she got like this. She did the only thing her brain was telling her she could do.
She started to scream. And she screamed until the door finally caved, and she screamed as they handcuffed her, and she screamed until she was in the back of the squad car. When she heard the arresting officer say that one statement that stunned her even more than her rude awakening.
"And I thought this town'd seen the last of clown killers."
Hayley had no idea what they meant. Her? She was supposed to be a killer? But who had been killed?
That, well, she wouldn't learn until she'd been processed at the station.
Hayley Fitzpatrick was now an orphan, and an only child. In the wee hours of last night, someone had shot her parents and her little brother. And an eyewitness saw a clown-faced jester fleeing the scene.
[ooc: Warning for mention of character death. NFI, NFB, to be continued.]
When she opened her eyes, she became acutely aware of certain facts.
A) She was wearing the Harley Quinn costume.
B) A touch to her face that came away with clown white on her fingertips revealed she was in the full make-up, as well.
C) The door to her room was being smashed in, and she now could hear the shouts of the officers outside it.
There was no window to escape out, nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. Hayley was trapped, confused, and most of all scared as to how she got like this. She did the only thing her brain was telling her she could do.
She started to scream. And she screamed until the door finally caved, and she screamed as they handcuffed her, and she screamed until she was in the back of the squad car. When she heard the arresting officer say that one statement that stunned her even more than her rude awakening.
"And I thought this town'd seen the last of clown killers."
Hayley had no idea what they meant. Her? She was supposed to be a killer? But who had been killed?
That, well, she wouldn't learn until she'd been processed at the station.
Hayley Fitzpatrick was now an orphan, and an only child. In the wee hours of last night, someone had shot her parents and her little brother. And an eyewitness saw a clown-faced jester fleeing the scene.
[ooc: Warning for mention of character death. NFI, NFB, to be continued.]