Blood...the young 15 year old girl was drenched in it, she was looking down at her hands that were covered in the crimson liquid. It didn't bother her, not one bit. It could simply be resolved by hot water and some soap. She hummed to herself as she climbed into the tub and scrubbed it off herself. The body was already taken care of...4 feet underground in her backyard, it didn't bug her that he was dead, the bastard deserved what he got. She'd only wished she would've done it a different, more painful way than simply stabbing him in the throat with a kitchen knife...multiple times. She enjoyed seeing his face drop and the life leave his eyes, it was like it cleared all of her and liberated her. If she could go back, she would still kill him.
"GCPD!"
She whipped around and watched with wide grey eyes as red and blue lights were flashing through the living room windows.
"Shit."
She mumbled under her breath when she heard the police sirens outside of her home, a man she recognized from the news named James Gordon and his partner Harvey Bullock were walking towards the front door, guns up and ready to fire.
A sly grin appeared on her face, they'd caught her already? They must've stepped up their game, it usually look them days, even weeks to find a murderer. It took simply an hour and forty-five minutes to find her. The door suddenly burst open and in came the detectives,
"GCPD! Put your hands in the air!"
Slowly, the girls hands rose up to lightly touch her medium brown hair. Grinning like a maniac.
"Harleen Quinnzel, you're under arrest for the murder of Harlem Quinnzel."
He spoke while putting the handcuffs a little too tight on her wrists, pushing her out of the house and shoving her into the cop car. Harley didn't know what to do, all she found herself doing was giggling hysterically at the two men.
When they pulled into the GCPD building, they practically threw her into an interrogation room, making her laugh even harder.
"Call arkham, quick."
Jim's Partner said sarcastically, making her laughing cut off and her smile fade.
"I'm 15, can't go to Arkham."
She said with poison lingering in her voice, making the two men shiver.
"You're a special case, we'll make sure you're specially assigned to Arkham."
Ad with his words, Harleen was soon dragged into a van that had the black words reading 'Arkham Asylum.' Printed on the side. She could only imagine how much fun she was going to have...only imagine.