It was a moonlit night and the Clown Prince of Crime was frolicking along with his loyal follower, Harley Quinn. And when one says frolicking, one means thieving or any other offense because there is no crime too low for The Joker to commit. Currently, he was in the middle of a diamond heist.
"Oh, Mistah J, you are the smartest criminal in all of Gotham City for thinkin' up a scheme as diabolical as this!" Harley exclaimed as she threw more jewels into her bag.
"Yes, indeed I am, Harley, my dear. Even the Batman can't stop me now! Ha, ha, ha, ha!" Little did Joker know, that above him, The Dark Knight, looking through an air conditioning vent, was waiting for the exact moment to move in for the kill. Even though that moment would have been perfect to swoop in and bring Joker's fun to a halt, something stopped The Bat. The barrier that blocked him from moving came in the form of Harley Quinn A.K.A Harleen Quinzel.
Bruce had pitied the poor girl ever since the beginning of her life in crime. She was simply Joker's puppet, manipulated by him. And to think she was supposedly in love with that homicidal maniac. It was a very peculiar situation, indeed. Bruce supposed that when she lead a normal life, she wanted to be needed by someone and unfortunately that place was gained by one of the most insane and dangerous people in Gotham City. If only she had met Bruce first. She would have had a lot better life.
"Harley, throw your bag into the truck so we can roll. I don't really want to go to Arkham tonight," Joker said.
"Will do, Puddin'!" As soon as Harley turned to put the stolen jewels into the truck, Batman chose that moment to strike. He swooped in and glide-kicked one of Joker's henchman.
"Aw, crap! B-Man's here!" Harley then hopped into the truck along with Joker and a few of his men.
"Smell ya later, Bats!" yelled Joker as he drove away, laughing maniacally. Batman knew he couldn't let Joker get away so he hopped in the Batmobile and engaged in a crazy car chase. Batman soon pressed a button beside the radio. Two guns popped out of the side of the car and sent some large needles into the tires of The Joker's truck. Almost immediately, it came screeching to a halt.
"Harley, you idiot! Didn't I tell you to put on the bullet proof tires?!" Joker asked with an angry air about him.
"Mistah J! I'm so sorry! I was so busy shinin' up the bumper and cleanin' up the car, that I forgot!" Harley apologized.
"Well, I'm gonna make sure that you don't ever forget that tiny, miniscule detail ever again." With that he smacked her to the ground. Just as he was about to hit her more, Bruce let out an almost feral growl and attacked The Joker with everything he had.
"I'm tired of you hitting her and I won't tolerate it any longer! Do you appreciate her at all? No! I know you don't! If you want to see tomorrow, you will never harm her anymore! Got it?! She deserves to be treated better!" Batman gave him a harsh blow to the stomach. "Now look what you've done. You've gone and got me into a bad mood. I'll bet you can't wait to see the consequences of that."
"Sheesh, Bats. Calm down! This is Harley we're talking about! She's not worth worrying over! Now, how about that bad mood? Are you still a little angry bat-Ooch!" Batman had gotten tired of his babbling and he knocked him out with an uppercut to the chin. Then Batman turned and saw Harley on the ground gaping at him with wide eyes and mouth hanging open. She then slowly arose, walked over to Batman, and took a deep breath.
