Morticia Oiyama

 The daughter of Joker and Lady Deathstrike, this information will be horrifying and thus I am warning audiences to be 18+ as  '''scenes will be gruesome and may cause some trauma. Please be advised while reading.'''

Morticia, a name given to her by Lady Deathstrike, her mother. An absentee in her life along with her father, though unlike her mother, her father is unknown to her. When growing up in the streets by herself, she noticed an odd woman in red and black outfits. She carried a hammer and would beat the living shit out of anyone who would do her harm. Morticia watched her from a distance as this woman laughed at the blood spilling from the mans head. "Mr. J will be so pleased when he finds out I killed his prosecutor." Who was Mr. J? Morticia didn't want to be seen, but she still watched and admired this woman who took control of her own destiny. Morticia had a power herself. Like her mother, she has adamantium bones and immortality. She could 'die' but it wouldn't have been for long. Morticia was turning 14 when she first saw the woman with a hammer. However, that's when the bad started to become the worst. While trailing this lady, Morticia found ways to not be seen by her, staying in the corners of ally ways. Some of these ally ways held drunk teenagers and stoned men. While watching her, she let her guard down and didn't notice the teens approaching her.

"You lost, little girl?" One of the teens asked.

"Um... No?" She knew she couldn't die, but she could still feel pain.

"Looks like you are. Tell ya what, you do me a few favors and maybe I take ya under my wing." Said an older teen. The three ganged up on her.

"I-I'm sorry, but I really am just fine." Not liking her answer, the leader of their little gang threw her against the wall.

"I said, 'I would take you under my wing." That wasn't a request." He said through gritted teeth.

"Dude, easy on the kid. She might actually sell for a good price. How old are you, sweetheart?" The middle one asked.

"Um... I-I..." The leader slammed his fist against the wall making her squeal in fear. "14!" She yelled.

"And already this well developed? Damn. She's not done growing yet." The third spoke up.

"You're right, she will sell for a pretty penny. Bag her." Said the oldest one, they injected her with a knock out drug and threw a sack over her head. What she woke up to, she couldn't even describe. They were touching her everywhere, she was naked and bound.

"Good work. And you said she's only 14?" An older mans voice came through.

"Yes. And it looks like she is still a virgin, sir." Something cold was touching her private area, it felt like metal or cold plastic.

"Lovely. Leave us. I want her first." It was then that her worst nightmare had come true. They stole her body, not just one, but a lot of the men in this room. She tried calling for help when she was awake from the drugging, but then they would re-drug her. For days she was used as a rag doll to these disgusting men, until it finally happened.

"You got on Mr. J's bad side, kiddies!" She recognized that voice.

"H-Harlequin! Run!" The main guy yelled.

"Tisk, tisk, tisk." Then she looked over to Morticia. "Oh my god! You poor thing. Here let me rid of these animals." Morticia saw her hero kill them all with her hammer, blood spilled everywhere in that room. Morticia had a hard time keeping her eyes open. Harlequin threw over a pair of clothes and dressed her. "I'll get ya safe, darlin. Mr. J would want me to." She picked up Morticia before she blacked out.

When she woke again, she heard beeping and another mans voice. "Her vitals are stable now. The meth has been cleaned from her system, now it's up to her to recover." She looked over and saw a white coat man. "And how much DNA was found?"

"At least 6, poor kid. Being raped at her age." Said the one in a blue shirt.

"Yes, well, we can thank whomever dropped her off. They drugged her with 3 different substances. Meth, Oxy and Rohypnol. She probably doesn't even remember being in a horrid situation like that." The doctor continued. Harlequin saved her, that name was known throughout the city. She was a villain and yet, she saved Morticia. She will get her revenge on this city, however. It took a villain to save her and not a hero? That's twisted, messed up and down right wrong. No, from this day on, she will be like Harlequin. Killing anyone who tries to touch her. "Ah, you're awake. How do you feel?" He asked. All she could do was look away in hate. "So, you do remember. I was hoping you wouldn't have. Can I get your name?" No, she wouldn't give her name out to anyone now, they didn't deserve to know her name. "Okay, how about your age?" Why the hell would she give that out? That's what brought her to this mess. She was getting tired of his questioning. "Alright, and what about your family?" That was her trigger point, she turned and looked at him in blind fury, she didn't kill him, though, she jumped out of the bed and pushed him away as she ran. She ran from the hospital and went to her own living space to get a new set of clothes on. Sirens were blaring as police and ambulance were out looking for her. She had to get out of here, this was no longer a safe space for her. She packed what she could and slipped into the night. She first grabbed an every day use hammer from a trash bin, then a broken mask to hide her face. She then started to listen to police scanners from a distance, once there was a robbery being reported, she would go there and hide out. She saw the people take the money and would wait for a bag to drop behind in their escape. That's how she quickly ended up with a lot of cash for herself. First, she got herself a small place and asked the owner to keep her hidden. Adding in a lie that bad guys were after her. The owner agreed to keep her hidden for the time being, with some cash in hand, she went shopping for new clothes and found a style that she loved. Lolita. Later she bought a bunch of contacts, wigs and make up. Her favorite thing to do was watch tutorials on eye makeup to make the shapes of a Spade and a Diamond over her eyes, this way she couldn't be tracked down by police. Finally, it was time for her to get a weapon of her own, she found a black market that sold off the rack hammers and one that really stood out to her. A Warhammer that was colored in Pink and Blue, the length was huge and the hammer itself was heavy.

"I'll take that, dearie." She giggled as she pointed to it.

"Are you sure? You look-" She grabbed the guy by his collar and looked him dead in the eye.

"I said, I will take it." She slammed the amount of money needed down for it.

"Alright, alright. Just let me go." She does and he gives it to her. She admires the thing and squeals in joy. She hears the man whisper to himself, "What have I done?" She walks out with her purchase.

"I shall name you 'Heart Smasher' oh, yes, that name fits you so well." She giggles and prances back to her place with it.

Later that evening, a guy trying to get her attention because he liked that hammer and wanted to know more on it, had grabbed her by the shoulder, "Miss can I-" She swings the hammer into his gut and pushes him into a wall, crushing his bones.

"No man shall ever touch me again!" She yelled and laughed at his broken body. A scream came from the other side of the street and people were pulling out their phones to call 911. She ran back to her place and quickly took off her make up and hid the hammer under the floorboards. She liked the feeling of hurting someone else. She loved hearing the bones break as her hammer connected. It was a feeling of relaxation.

A few nights went by and another man who had been eyeing her from a club had approached her, "Hey there, sweetheart. Wanna join me after I have had a few drinks." Then, he placed his grabby hand on her breast. She looked him dead in the eye a smile on her face and swung her hammer up, she took his head clean off his shoulders. Screaming again could be heard from the clubs entrance. She giggled and ran away from the scene with bouncers chasing her, but the shadows were on her side, she slipped away into the night.

~9 Years Later~

Morticia was running from another group of villains, they were upstarts and had no idea that this world was her world. Here, she controlled everything. She is now 23 years old and playing chase with would be bad guys, she led them to a place where cops were then vanished before they saw her. She watched from the shadows as they were all rounded up into custody and taken to the station. She laughed at their humiliation as they were bested by a woman.

"This is where they were supposed to be, Mr. J. But, *She groans* it looks like someone already caught them." Morticia's eyes light up when she sees Harlequin again. She quickly got down behind them.

"Yeah, sorry. That was me. They didn't take too kindly to the word no," Morticia giggled.

"Awe, hey cutie pie. I remember you." Morticia gave Harley a hug.

"Thank you, by the way, for saving my life that day."

"Awe, sugar, it was no problem. Mr. J? This is that girl I told you about." She tells the man in purple.

"Pleasure," She smiled her craziest smile.

"Aren't you a cute one." She took a step back.

"Easy, sir. I really would hate to kill my girls man simply for touching me." She giggled again.

"Got something against me?" His voice became dangerous.

"Not you in particular, just your gender. I vowed no man should ever touch me again." She winked at the older villain.

"She was in a bad situation like me, Mr. J." Harley smiled her big smile.

"Why not join me, then? I could use a woman like you." Use. Ha.

"I am sorry to decline, Mr. J, but I am a solo villain. However, should you need anything, here's my calling card." She hands him an Ace card with the name Sweet Lolita and a number written on the back. "Just call whenever. Later!" She slipped back into the shadows and back to her home.

"Crazy night?" A voice from the corner asked.

"Who are ya?" She was in a good mood. Until now.

"I work for Black Atom, he wishes for your presence Miss. Morticia Oiyama." Her eyes went wide. "Or should I say, Sweet Lolita, since that is what you prefer?"

"When and where?" She could sense the power coming off of this guy.

"Here." He hands her a map with a mark on the location. "And you'll need your hammer. It's at 8 am tomorrow. I suggest you start packing. See you there, Morticia Oiyama." And now her journey begins in a new city with new people. This was going to be delicious for her.

(No Image will be done for her since she changes her looks on a daily basis. I apologize in advance, but she doesn't have a true look anymore.) Villains