I'll Be the Sweetest Poison You've Ever Tasted

I slept for the first time in weeks that night oddly enough Poison didn't come out to play because I felt refreshed the next morning. I guess she knew that if I was going to catch dear old dad I was going to need all the strength I could get.

"Daniel Maloore 43, no home address or phone number but there's a marriage certificate and a birth certificate, and-"

"WHAT!?!" I interrupted Bambi hoping that I had misheard her.

"There's a birth certificate for one..Claudia Maloore." She enunciated each word like I was a complete idiot.

I ignored her snobbish attitude and stared furiously into space.

It appears that marriage isn't the only thing he's been doing..

"He named her Claudia..."

I'm aware love..

"What else..?"

"He has no job but he gets money wired to him from a private line every week, he's affiliated with the mob and....Dr.Jonathan Crane.." Bambi sounded surprised at the last part, what was a mobster doing getting involved with a man like Crane?

The Joker, who had been silently observing now laughed hysterically, "He's been talking with the uh, Scare-crow? How interesting."

"Word on the street is you've talked with him too, any idea where he's hiding out?" I asked J slyly.

"Why do you need to know anything about this man anyway?" Bambi interjected snapping a piece of gum obnoxiously.

I glared at her sharply,"We're on a need to know basis doll face, I'll tell you if you need to know." She narrowed her eyes and looked as if she wanted to say something nasty but wisely bit her tongue and stalked out of the room in a huff.

"You know, you should be nicer to your pets..or scarier. If you're not careful they'll be holding a gun to your throat," J hummed staring after Bambi.

"Gotta be mean, gotta be green gotta be everything more....but I digress, you didn't answer my question," I pointed out in a sing-song voice.

"He's taken a liking to a tiny factory off Main, why is the big bad mob after little ol' you?" He asked cocking his head to the side questioningly.

I pursed my lips tightly," I got into a little spat with the mob when I was a teenager, and well, mobsters don't take being beaten by a little girl very well."

It wasn't technically a lie, I did get into quite a bit of trouble as a teen, that's just not why they want me dead.

By now my father probably had the entire mob on my tail.