Author's Notes: So here is the prologue to Deadpool Vs Joker: Dawn of Harley. This story is part two to my recent one-shot fanfiction of Deadpool and Harley quinn.

After quite a couple people wanting more of this story, I decided to continue the story in a part two. This time instead of my usual one-shots, It's gonna be a much longer fanfiction novel with chapters. I will have upcoming chapters posted and updated in a few weeks, sorry that it took so long to finish this.

The Prologue is basically what took place from my first book. It's Deadpool's first confrontation of the Joker. And trust me, you don't want to get on Deadpool's bad side.

I hope you all enjoy the story as you did the first one. Let me know what ya'll think. Thank you! :)


Prologue

The Joker was furious with Harley. She had committed a most vicious crime against him. One that he could never forgive. What crime is it that you ask? She sucessfully kidnapped the Batman of course. She was about to unmask him, when the Joker had interupted her. She did all of this behind the Joker's back. She thought that he would be thrilled, but instead found a big angry clown.

After the Joker untied Batman and beg him to give him and Harley some privacy, He yelled and argued with Her to no end. He was beyond angry with her. He hated her with his entire soul now. The fact that Harley would dare take something so precious away from him. That she would steal his moment was definitely beyond unforgivable. The Joker had putted up with Harley's unwanted faults in the past, but this was enough to push him over edge. After a nasty fight between the two, the Joker commanded her to leave. To leave their house...- Or actually warehouse- or whatever crappy place they lived in. Harley of course begged him to not do this. She explained that she did all of this for her mister J, but he wasn't having any of it. He was done with her.

"I want you out!" He yelled. "Get out of my house right now! How dare you try to steal batsy from me! Get out! Get out! Get out, now!"

The Joker kicked her in the butt as she exited. He just couldn't believe that girl. He felt so betrayed.

"Should have gotten rid of that crazy lil girl a long time ago," He said to himself.

The joker walked across the room and sat on top of a throne-like chair. He sighed deeply. He closed his eyes for just a moment. Then suddenly, he heard his henchmen screaming and shooting their guns at something. The Joker quickly opened his eyes. He found that the room was very dark. Someone had turned the lights out.

"Who is it?!" He asked loudly. "Who's there?"

There was no replies to his question.

"Boss help us!" His men called out.

"Well, I can't help if I can't see," the joker muttered.

After a minute or two, all the henchmen were quickly turned into bloody corpes. The joker was wondering who could have possibly done this. Is it the batman? He wondered. But the joker knew that the batman never killed anyone. No matter how bad or wicked they were, he would never take a life... Unless he was Frank Miller's Batman.

It was obviously someone else, but who? Perhaps it's Deathstroke? Deadshot? Deadman? Dead... Something? As the joker was contemplating on who it was that killed his entire gang of henchmen, he suddenly heard loud hysterical laughter.

"Hahahahahahahaha!"

"Wait a minute... I know that laugh!" he growled. "I invented that laugh!"

The strange laughter sounded very similar to the joker's iconic laughter. It was almost completely the same.

"Ah Hahahahahahahahahah!"

"Is that what I really sound like when I laugh?" The joker wondered.

After awhile, the laughter started to die down and was replaced by intense deep coughing.

"Ha, that'll show you for stealing my trademark," the joker said, with a smug look on his face. "Imitation is the biggest form of flattery my butt!"

The joker lifted from his seat and started walking blindly across the dark room.

"So who are you?" he asked, still having no clue who it was that killed his men. "Do you always stop by random warehouses and kill everyone?"

There still was no reply.

"C'mon, give me something. A name at least. Who are you?"

"If I talk like this well it ring a bell?" A deep, dark, gritty, and mysterious voice asked.

"No, not really," the joker replied.

"Oh c'mon!" the voice complained in a high pitched voice. "I'm batman!"

The joker laughed. "With that girly voice? I don't think so mister."

Suddenly the joker was punched in the face, and he fell to the ground onto his back.

"Ouch!" The joker cried out. "Did you have to punch my nose? that really hurt! You know I'll only take that abuse from batman!"

The light suddenly turned back on. The entire room was no longer filled with darkness. The joker now saw a very musclcular man wearing a tight red suit. He had an arsenal of weapons on him.

"So now that you can see me, do you know who I am?" He asked in his regular voice now, which was slightly husky and gravelly. His voice sounded very comedic in a way.

The joker quickly stood up to his feet and scanned the red man's entire body.

"Not really, no," he finally replied. "Are you a new superhero or something?"

The man's eyes widened in shock. "What the Bea Arthur is wrong with you!?" He yelled. "No I am not a new superhero! I-I'm Deadpool! The merc with a mouth!"

The joker scanned the man's entire body again, trying so hard to see if he looked familiar. Sadly, the joker had never heard of this man before.

"Deadpool huh? Never heard of ya."

"What!? Everyone knows me!" Deadpool was highly offended.

"Not me," the joker said. "And I know everyone."

There was some steam coming out of Deadpool's ears. He found it strange and irritating that this... Joker had never heard of him before. That was an absolute crime. Deadpool even began wondering that perhaps in this world, Deadpool never existed. He found it strange. He occasionally traveled across the multiverse in search of other worlds of other deadpools, but this one was too sad. There was no deadpool.

"I guess that explains the dark and gloomy atmosphere this stupid world gives off," Deadpool muttered.

"Hello... Anyone home..?" The joker asked deadpool, while snapping his finger to break whatever spell bound trance he was in. "It's not that I don't appreciate what you did for me," he said. "I mean I think I was about ready to kill my useless henchmen as well, but I mean, you can't just go randomly barging into someone's warehouse and kill whoever you like. I mean-"

Before the joker could finish his sentence he was punched in the face again. He fell to the ground, holding his nose.

"Oooouch!" He screamed. "Again with the nose! What do you pack in your punch?! That really hurt... Do you wear big diamond rings on each of your fingers or something?!"

"I saw what you did earlier!" Deadpool yelled as he grabbed the joker by the shirt collar, lifting him up in the air, til they were face to face.

"Oh you did?" The joker was blushing on both cheeks now. "Did you like what you saw?"

"Of course not!" Deadpool replied. "What makes you think I enjoyed watching that?"

"Well, for starters, you're wearing that gay tight red costume," the joker replied. "And the fact that we are inches from kissing each other."

The joker moved his head closer and kissed deadpool where he could only assumed was his nose. He couldn't quite tell with that red mask on. The one with dark spots around the eyes.

Deadpool released his hands from the joker and dropped him onto the ground.

"Ouch, my bum," he complained.

"My costume is not gay!" Deadpool argued.

"Eh... It kinda is," the joker said.

"It's spandex, you clown! Plus no one will know when I'm bleeding!"

"I still think it makes you look gay," The joker continued.

Deadpool strangely chuckled a little. "Says the man wearing a purple suit with make-up and lipstick. Hahahaha!"

The joker slowly stood up. "This is my face," he said, folding his arms. "I'm not wearing make-up."

Deadpool bursted out in laughter. "Hahahahahahaha! I think I would kill myself if I ever looked like that! Hahahahahaha!"

The joker was getting slightly annoyed.

"Oh yeah, let's see what you look like underneath," he said as he pulled Deadpool's mask right off his face.

To his shock, He saw a horrible scarred face in front of him. "What the..."

There was silence for a moment. Then all the sudden, the joker bursted out in laughter. "Hahahahahahahahahahaha!"

He pointed his finger at him, while laughing really hard.

"Look at yoooou! You look like a crispy potato! Hahahahahah! And yet you were making fun of my face?! Hahahahahahahaha! At least I have a face! Hahahahahahahaha!"

Deadpool had an irritated expression on his face.

Joker was laughing so hard, as if he had heard the world's funniest joke. Finally deadpool couldn't take it anymore, so he quickly grabbed his mask back and put it on, and threw his fist at Joker's face for the thrid time in a row. Joker fell down to the ground onto his back, holding his very much bloody nose.

"Ooooouch!" He screamed in pain. "Seriously stop doing that! What is with you and breaking my nose!?"

"I know what you did earlier!" Deadpool repeated his words from earlier.

"I know," the joker said. "I think we already established that you enjoyed what you saw."

"What on earth makes you think that I enjoyed you doing that!?"

"Do we have to go through this whole thing again?" The joker was getting slightly annoyed. This conversation felt like deja vu all over again."C'mon, I know you were peeping in on me. You had a front row seat to the joker show."

Deadpool had a perplexed expression on his face. After dwelling on the Joker's words for awhile, he finally realized that they both were talking about two different subjects.

"Okay what are you talkin about!?" He shouted.

"Me," the joker replied. "You said that you saw what I did earlier. Remember when I was in the bathroom making out with my beautiful perfect reflection?"

Deadpool stood still, silent for a moment. He thought that I was peeping in on him in the bathroom? Please, I've done worst stuff than that.

Deadpool grabbed hold of the Joker and threw him against some wooden crates.

"I wasn't talking about what you did in the bathroom!" he yelled. "I'm talking about what you did to Harley!"

The joker slowly stood to his feet, rubbing the dirt off of his shoulders.

"Harley? You barged into my warehouse, killed all my men, just for harley?!"

"You bet I did!"

"Really? All for that piece of waste?"

This time, instead of punching him in the face again, Deadpool aimed for something much lower and extremely vulnerable. He quickly went up to the joker, raised his leg, and kicked Joker in his balls.

"Oh that's an interesting feeling," the joker squeeked.

He suddenly fell to the ground again.

"Hahahahahahahahaha!"

Instead of crying in pain, the joker was laughing hysterically. It was almost as if no one had hit him in the balls.

"Get up you dirty clown!" Deadpool pulled the joker off of the ground, and brought him to his feet. "I'm not done talking to you. How dare you do this to harley! How dare you kick her out of her own house! You stupid piece of crap! She gave you everything! She did the impossible! Something that you were never able to do, which is the capture of Batman, almost unmasking and killing him! You should be giving that girl- No... That QUEEN praise!"

Deadpool was pretty pissed off at the joker here. He had wittnessed everything the joker had said and did to harley. He was angry the way he treated her. Deadpool would have never stuck around in this dark and gloomy world if Harley wasn't in it. While he was traveling the multiverse, he saw a very beautiful girl causing mayhem and chaos. One who was possibly just as much insane as he was. His soul reason to staying put in this world, was because of Harley Quinn. He had never saw a girl like her before. He somehow knew that she was the one. He of course knew that she was already spoken for, but that didn't mean he couldn't still admire her from afar. He could stalk her endlessly without her knowing it. He decided that he would remained in the shadows... That is until he saw what the joker did to her. After wittnessing something so horrbile and despicable, he decided to get out of the shadows and give this joker fella a piece of his mind.

"Whoa, whoa, just slow down there slim jim," the joker said. "You like Harley?"

Deadpool nodded. "Harley is bae!" He yelled out.

The joker just broke out in laughter.

"Hahahahahahahahaha! This is too much! You can't be serious! Hahahahahahahah!"

"What's so funny, clown boy?" Deadpool asked in an unamused voice.

"You!" the joker replied, his laughter slowly dying down. "Do you actually like harley? You must be insane! No one likes harley! Man, You are full of surprises... I like that. Is this really why you're here?"

Deadpool nodded.

"Listen clown face, Harley is the best thing that had ever happend to you! She captured the batman for you! Why would you do something so terrible to her!?"

"No, I think you're missing something my friend," The joker said. "I'm the victim in all of this! She captured batman behind my BACK!"

Deadpool noticed joker's left eye twitching slightly.

"And to make matters worst, she almost unmasked that bat freak! I couldn't believe it! I felt so betrayed! She should already know that it's my destiny to do that! She stoled my moment! She was trying to steal my destiny, so I was finally done with her, I kicked that low life scum out of my warehouse!"

"You're insane!"

"Looks like that makes two of us!"

The joker started laughing all over again, as he made it to his throne-like chair and sat down on it.

"If it wasn't for Harley, I wouldn't even be here," Deadpool said.

"You are one strange dude," the joker commented. "And believe me. I've seen some pretty strange stuff around here."

"Bring Harley back, now!" Deadpool snapped.

"No!" The joker snapped back. "Do you honestly think that I'll just listen to some stranger that had been stalking my girlfriend for who knows how long!?"

Deadpool nodded.

"Yes, yes I do."

"Boy, do you even know who you're messing with?" The joker asked.

"A middle-aged clown?"

The joker shook his head.

"You're messing with a middle-aged clown... With a gun!"

Suddenly the joker grabbed a machine gun from behind his back, and started shooting at Deadpool. Deadpool quickly dodged the bullets and jumped behind a pile of crates. Deadpool could hear the Joker's insane laughter.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

"I will make you pay Joker!" Deadpool yelled out. "Harley was everything to you! She made you the man you are today! You should be praising that woman! Not scolding her! She gave you everything! Built an entire empire all just for you and yet you disrespect her just like that!? I PROMISE YOU, I WILL MAKE YOU PAY!"

Deadpool started running out of the crates and got in the Joker's line of sight. The joker managed to shoot Deadpool's leg, and he tripped and fell to the ground. The joker got up from his seat and walked up to Deadpool.

"Lights out, bub," he said.

"Hey, I know someone with claws who says the exact same thing," Deadpool laughed.

The joker shot Deadpool in the lower abdomen and the heart. He shot him repeatedly until he was sure that he was dead.

"Aw, ran out of bullets," the joker said.

The joker started walking away now. "That'll teach you for... Doing whatever this was."

Suddenly Deadpool rose to life.

The joker slowly turned around and saw standing on his two feet was indeed deadpool. All the bullets that had punctured his flesh, were now all falling right out. Deadpool's wounds were also healing at an increasing rate.

"You have a healing factor don't you?"

"Yeah. How did ya know?" Deadpool asked, curious.

"Let's just say, I know some other guy with a healing factor, though it's not as fast as yours."

"Now about Harley..."

"Well you give it a rest jim! I am not bringing Harley back into my Warehouse. I refuse to bring that piece of crap back!"

The joker noticed that there was now steaming coming out of Deadpool's ears.

"I'm gonna make you regret those words," he said.

Suddenly Deadpool was grabbing something from behind himself. The Joker was wondering what he could have possibly be reaching for. A gun? A Grenade? What could it be?

Finally, Deadpool raised his right hand up to the Joker. The Joker saw something very warm, brown and smelly in Deadpool's right hand.

"Is that what I think it is?" The Joker asked. "Did you just take your own crap out of your butt-hole?"

Deadpool shook his head.

"This isn't my crap. It's monkey crap!"

"What was monkey crap doing in your butt-hole?" The joker asked, highly curious how that happend.

"It's a long and painful story, one that I hope to never share with a soul," Deadpool replied. "Now anyways, this is for harley!"

Deadpool stretched his arm out and threw the monkey poop right at the Joker's face. The joker could feel the steamy hot sensation causing pain to his skin. The intense odor was so great that in fact it caused him to scream insanely loud.

"Aaahhhhhhhh! Get this off of me!"

The joker fell to the ground, trying to take the poop off of his face, but it was incredibly sticky. Instead of managing to take it off of his face, he more than likely spreaded it across his face. Sadly little chuncks of it launched right inside his mouth.

"Gah! Help me!" The joker screamed. "Ewww it''s in my mouth! What's that taste!? What did you feed that monkey!? Is that raisins I'm tasting! Oh my..."

This was the most scared the joker had ever been in a long time. And he thought that only The Batman was able to manage that.

"Mr Chimpy the chimp, sends his reguards," Deadpool said, laughing.

Finally after hours of suffering from monkey poop, the Joker fell unconcious.

"Bet you didn't see that coming, clown boy," Deadpool laughed. "Now I gotta get ready for Harley's welcoming party. And you... You have a flight to catch to china."