Hello, everyone!
So I've seen Dark Knight twice now and have become completely obsessed.
With the Joker, that is!
I researched Harley Quinn, his 'other' (or the closest to it), and I must say that I truly despise her story. Or at least, how she became Harley. Just like they did with Catwoman's back story (changing to Patience instead of her original name), I'm switching things up.
Please enjoy…and I accept criticism. The kind that is CONSTRUCTIVE. (i.e. no flames, please)
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"Mother..."
Standing over her now dead mother's body, Quinn Harlem started to shake. Her voice choked; tears formed and ran down her cheeks. Blood was everywhere. It was a blinding sight for a seven-year-old to see.
"QUINN."
She turned and saw her father standing there with a gun in his hand.
"The bitch was asking for it," he said gruffly, "She was going to divorce me...and run off with that repair man..."
Quinn shook her head. This wasn't real. It wasn't happening. Well, she DID know her parents fought alot...and that her dad was determined never to let her mother leave him...but never in her wildest thoughts did she think her father would go so far as to murder her.
He gestured to his daughter, "I love you, baby...please forgive me..."
John Harlem raised the gun at his daughter and pulled the trigger. With grace and seemingly ease, Quinn tumbled forward, the shot missing her. It had to have been all those gymnastics classes that saved her then. Her heart pounded in her chest as she snatched the gun from her dad, pointing it instead at him.
"You need to go to a hospital, Daddy," she told him, "You have to. Mummy said so."
John shook his head, "No...no, Quinn, I won't..."
Just then, the sound of a police siren rang out. Quinn panicked, knowing the neighbors had to have heard the gunshot from before and called the cops. She gripped the gun in her hand. She'd seen her dad beat her mother senseless over and over, making it so she couldn't leave the house. It was no wonder her mother fell for the repair man, the only way of escape she had. No, Quinn decided, she wouldn't let him win this time. She had to do this.
Mere seconds before the police beat down the front door, Quinn Harlem pulled the trigger.
It was the first of many guns she was to fire.