Violet laid down. 

         Her room had varied shadows around it, and she just now realized how spooky her room was. The shadows dancing on the walls, the unknowing mumblings of Aunt Harley, and how her machines in the inventing room were creaking like mad. 

        Violet crawled out of her bed, and decided to go to the library. Not to research, but to read about parallel circuits. It would help Lucy and her create more complex machines without having to crank anything or create a weird thing of perpetual motion. They had used regular circuits, but never parallel. 

        She walked past Sunny's room, and then Klaus', but Lucy's room wasn't seen. Violet questioned why for a second, but lost the thought when the library came into view. She picked up a book on a table, but instead of a circuit book, it was Aunt Harley's, as it appeared, diary. Violet put it down for a second, looked around quick, and then picked up the small plaid book. Violet flipped to the latest entry.

  Dear Harley,

I fear the children have discovered who I am.

They would surely freak and put me away, if not forever. Even though Lucy is fiercely loyal and would argue for me any day of the week, I know a child would not be taken accounted to in court. 

And yet, there's still a little part of me that WANTS to be put away. That WANTS to be with Puddin' again and wreak havoc. He's already looking for me, I may as well give up now. 

But I can't do that to them, they'll kill me, the world will hate me, my own children will hate me, but the criminal underworld won't. I'll live a life of adrenaline and rush, only caring about myself. It seemed wonderful, but it would also be a heap of pain. That's why I rebuilt myself in the first place. So I would have to feel pain anymore. 

And yet, I still do. I still feel the mental pain, just not the psychical. I don't see why. I've got a wonderful life that I've built, heaps of money, happy children, adoring fans, and yet, I still need to be Harley Quinn. I still need the adrenaline, I still need the Joker. 

Just one more night. 

Just one more night of Harley Quinn and I'll go back, for good. 

They won't even know.

I'll wear some sort of disguise so I won't get caught. 

TTFN, 

Harleen Fransis Astrid Quinzel

     Violet was stunned. She closed the book, and, somehow against her mind's wishes, she got up and started yelling for everyone to get up. "KLAUS! SUNNY! LUCY! WE NEED TO GET UP NOW!!!" Violet heard the groans of people who didn't want to get up, but Klaus sensed the urgency in Violet voice and started frantically putting on his glasses and running towards Violet, holding Sunny.

      Lucy also sensed urgency, but saw the plaid book in Violet's hand and got up like her bed was on fire. "Violet, why on earth are you holding my mom's diary?!" Violet shook her head horridly, "You need to see what she wrote!" 

AFTER READING THE DIARY ENTRY

     Klaus' mouth was open like a trapdoor. Lucy's eyes were wide as saucers. Sunny's hands were clapped over her mouth, they were all in shock. Violet wasn't showing any signs of distress as to not alarm her siblings, but on the inside she was freaking out. Why on earth was Aunt Harley questioning what she wanted? Aunt Harley, like she said, had everything, and she confessed that she was HARLEY QUINN!

       Lucy spoke like she had practiced this line many times before, "Okay, we need to go search the apartment, we ARE NOT going to split up! We'll start here, and if we don't find mom I'm calling Batman, okay?" Sunny, Violet, and Klaus nodded, and they searched. 

        In each room, all of the children yearned for Aunt Harley to just pop out, to laugh, to say that the diary was just a prank and that they all needed to go back to bed. But that didn't happen. She was no where to be seen, and there was no sign of her at all besides the photos on the wall. 

        Lucy grabbed the phone off the wall, and said "911 please!" 

         "My mother isn't at the house, and we read something saying that she wanted to be a criminal again, we don't know where she is or how she is, can you please hurry? Oh, and our mother's name is Harleen Quinzel." 

           The rest of the hour the Baudelaire's were huddled on the couch, watching Lucy as she made phone calls to various people about Aunt Harley's disappearance. "Okay, they should all be arriving around midnight. I say we go over to the library and read up on abandonments and how children are taken care of after a parent disappears, what about you?" Lucy spoke with such clarity, like she had practiced this many times before and finally had someone to be her audience. Lucy and Violet read up on law books about child inheritance, and Klaus and Sunny spent their time reviewing old magazines and newspapers to see if there's any chance Aunt Harley had gone to a place mentioned. 

          Lucy gasped, which caused all of the Baudelaire's to look up. Batman stood in the doorway. "Lucille, Violet, Klaus, Sunny, you're coming with me." They all reluctantly sat up, books in hand,  and saw the police at their apartment, shuddering. Lucy was trembling, hard, and she was pale. So pale, she looked like her face was painted in a layer of paint. "Lucy-" Violet started, but was quickly cut off. "I don't want to talk now, Violet." Batman drove them away, explaining, "You're going to stay with my friend Bruce Wayne, he's got a butler who can take care of everything. I would suggest you get some sleep, it's almost two am." They all nodded, and all of them suddenly got very afraid. Yesterday they were safe, talking about robots and playing with everything. Right now, they were being escorted by a superhero to his friend's house while the police were tracking down their guardian. 

        Batman pulled up to a mansion, grander and bigger than even the Baudelaire Mansion. A well dressed man in his late 60's opened up the car door, and said, "Thank you, Master Batman. All of you children, the first door on your right, you're sharing a room. I hope that's okay." Violet sadly smiled, "It's perfect, Mr, um..." "Alfred, just call me Alfred." "Well, Alfred, thank you." 

      There were three twin bed's and one crib for Sunny, and they all slumped into them. Except for Sunny, who had to be put in her crib by Violet. 

      What was most disconcerting about the house wasn't that they had to share a room in a manor bigger than the Baudelaire mansion, or that Alfred seemed incredibly burned out,    literally, but what was incredibly disconcerting was that Lucy was crying, all night long. 

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