Ok, just to set things straight and not get any ideas, I didn't do this fanfiction, my friend did. Unfortunately, she doesn't have an account that she can post this herself. I am the editor of her story and yes, I also like Joker and Harley Quinn together. But once again, I didn't do this story. I am just doing my friend a favor. If you like this fanfiction, please leave a comment and she will keep going. By the way, be warned, this fiction is rated M later on. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Harleen Quinzel, the new junior at Gotham High School, walked past the hallways and avoided everyone's stares. It wasn't everyday someone new came to this high school. After all, Gotham was a small town.

When Harley, as she liked to be called, found the main office, she took a deep breath and opened the door to a new life.

There was a front desk that held a lot of papers announcing school events. Behind the desk, there was an elderly woman that looked about her sixties. Harley walked to her direction.

"Hi, can I help you?" the elderly woman asked.

"Yes, I'm Harleen Quinzel, I'm new here."

The woman took some papers out from underneath her desk.

"Here's a map of the school. Your counselor will give you your schedule."

"Great, thanks!"

Harley made her way to her counselor's office. Once she found it, she knocked on the open door.

The counselor looked up and smiled.

"Hello, you must be Harleen Quinzel, I'm your new counselor, Mr. McZee."

"Please, call me Harley, everyone does."

"Alright, Harley, here's your schedule, and here are the arrangements for lunch. It seems like you have the same lunch on both day A and B. So if you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask me."

After Mr. McZee explained the school arrangements, Harley walked out of the office.

Today was day B, so she had to go to her second set of four classes out of 8.

Her first class of the day was period 4 in room 308. She looked at her map and once she found what she was looking for, she walked to the 300th hallway.

Harley took a deep breath before she entered the classroom for English 11.

Everyone was already in the classroom sitting down doing their dayly warm up. Once they heard the door open, most of the students looked back at Harley. She just ignored them and started speaking to the teacher.

"Hello. Harleen Quinzel?" the teacher asked.

"Yes, but please call me Harley."

After the teacher signed the paper that was handed to Harley at the beginning of the day, she pointed at an empty desk two seats away from the back.

"Will you please take this seat next to J-"

"Joker," a teenager with greenish hair said. He was leaning back on his desk and he had his arms crossed across his chest and he looked completely bored. He was wearing a green shirt and purple jeans and he was chewing gum.

The teacher rolled her eyes.

"Just sit next to him," she said.

Harley nodded and the teacher smiled. Once Harley sat down, she took out her notebook and started taking notes unaware that her schedule was out in the open. There were stares and murmors everywhere but Harley easily ignored them except for one pair of green eyes. It was Joker's. He was staring in fascination and he smiled wide when Harley's eyes met his.

There were plenty of people that finished their woek and were already talking. Harley went back to taking notes once she broke contact with Joker. He let out a small giggle and waited until Harley finished her notes and took out a book to read.

"You do realize that phsychology is for future asylum workers." Joker said with a smile.

Harley put down her book and looked at Joker with an emotionless expression.

"Well, that's what my future is." Harley responded.

"You know, Harley, your name is quite interesting. Just mix it up a little and you get Harley Quinn."

"Yeah, I know. Like the clown characters harlequin. I get that a lot." she responded slightly annoyed. Right when the bell rang, she reached for her schedule before it was taken by Joker.

"Hmm, phsychology is your elective, I see. I wonder, why did you chose that class?"

"None of your business, Joker."

Now she was annoyed to the nerve. Harley was sensitive about her abusive father. She chose pshychololgy to better understand her father's reasons and purposes.

Joker only laughed as he got off his desk, never giving back Harley's schedule. He held the door open for her.

"Hey, I was just curious."

"Curiousity killed the cat, remember?"

As they walked through the hallway, Joker handed Harley her paper. Everyone was staring at them with awe except for one of them who was watching them with fury. It was Bruce, Joker's rival.

"Which way is are you going, Dr. Quinzel?"

Harley giggled.

"I think through this hall." she pointed at the 100 hallway.

"Oh, that's too bad. I'm going this way for chemistry."

"I'll see you later, then."

Harley then walked away.

When she was out of sight and the main hall was nearly empty, Joker felt himslef being pushed to the lockers. Bruce had anger firing in his eyes as he looked at Joker's.

"I don't care what you say, I don't care what you think, but if you do anything to corrupt this girl, I swear I'll-"

Joker's smirk interrupted Bruce's words.

"Alright, you too, break it up." a hall monitor said as he pulled Bruce off Joker.

"I'll be watching you," Bruce said before he walked away. As for Joker, he walked the opposite wayand headed for the main hallway's lockers.