Well... this is my first Fanfic ever! So, if you guys find it boring or stupid, pleeeease forgive me! You can send me reviews letting me know if you want me to continue the story. I think it's going to be quite exciting!

Also, I do not own Marvel or it's character and I also do not own DC Comics or it's characters.

CHAPTER 1: Beggining of the End

The trap was set. This time they would actually succeed, and then, everything would be just perfect, at last. She could start their wedding plans, looking for Honey Moon destinations and, on their way back, maybe buy an even bigger Amusement Park, where they could raise their five children. It sounded too perfect to be true. Actually, coming to think of it, maybe it wasn't perfect. Maybe, just maybe, it could be simply madness. And to top it all off, it didn't even make any sense! How could there be a future with one of the most dangerous and deranged man she has ever met? She could hear the water running from the dam nearby as she tied the knots on the set of ropes, still lost in her thoughs.

"Have you finished with the ropes, stupid?" She jumped at the sound of that 'oh so' familiar voice. Like thunder crashing against her ears. Never gentle, never caring, just intimidating and, most of the time, threatening.

"I'm on it, Pudding!" Harley tried to keep calm, she was nervous enough, and getting him upset would just make things worse.

"Then hurry up! When the Bat gets here we have to be ready!" He yelled as he smacked the side of her face, not even bothering looking at her.

"I'm sorry Pudding, I'm doing it as fast as I can! Don't get angry with me." Harley pleaded. But it wasn't like the other times. She felt pathetic. Empty. But above all, she was furious. How dare he smack her face like that? Who does he thinks he is?

A loud sound caused Harley to interrupt her thoughts, as the huge caped figure bursted into the abandoned building. She figured it would take him longer to get there, considering they were set on the top floor. Hell, what was she thinking? This is Batman they're dealing with here.

"Where are the hostages Joker?" He asked calmly, but Harley knew he could break every bone on their bodies to get the answer he needed.

"Oh Bats, you're no fun at all! You arrived earlier than expected! Talk about a party pooper! HAHAHAHAHA! " The clown laughed at his own "joke". Normally, Harley would have laughed along, not just to please him, but because she also though it was pretty funny. Only, it wasn't funny anymore. Hell, it never had been. Where had she been during all this time? Where did her mind went?

"I won't ask again." The caped man gave his final warning.

"Well, I could point you all of the exact locations, tell you exactly what kind of traps I set for you on your way there, even tell you all the passwords combinations. But, where's the fun in that? We both know you like it the hardest way possible! It is, after all, what keeps your job so interesting! HAHAHAHAHA! "

"There are no hostages." Harley was surprised as those words came out of her mouth. "It was just a trap we set for ya to fall right into. Apparently, it worked. Yay." The sarcastic tone of her words seemed to have triggered a wave of emotions, thoughts and feelings. Before she could finish her sentence, the sound of the gun shot echoed trhough the room. The big bad Bat was down, she could see the blood coming out of his chest. Harley felt confused, but victorious at the same time. It didn't last very long, as she saw the gun being held at her face next. She started to back up, stopping as her body touched a table with some tools, her hands behind her back, grabbing the first tool she could reach.

"You're really breaking my heart here, toots. This was supposed to be important. It was my big night and you ruined it! How dare you stand here, smack-talking like you could have the last laugh?" His eyes were wide open, the madness emanating from them almost freezing her. But she wasn't afraid. For the first time, Harley felt sure of what to do. He was about to pull the trigger as she knocked him down with a crowbar. At least her reflexes were quick enough.

The Joker fell down, the gun flying away from his hand. He quickly started to rise, but Harley was faster. She kicked his face and then his chest. When she turned around to beat him to a pulp, he held her foot, causing her to fall in her stomach. Just like with the gun, the crowbar flew away from her hand. Harley turned around to face the monster inside of her head. His wide grin was now dripping blood because of her kick, and it made him look crazier than usual. He punched her face, as he climbed on top of her. He was about to place his hands on her throat, but she saw it coming. Using her head as the only available weapon, Harley hit him hard, disorienting the clown. The pain in her forehead was intense, but she didn't care. Harley kicked his face again, harder this time, causing him to crash against the window. She started to drag herself towards the corner of the room, reaching for the gun. Grabbing it, Harley walked towards his unconscious body, a wicked look in her eyes. She was ready. She knew what to do. She wanted to do it. She wanted badly.

"Harleen, stop!" She turned her head to find the injured Bat standing a few feet from her, holding one of his batarangs, aiming for the weapon in her hand.

"Or what?" Harley asked, challenging him. "We both know ya not going to kill me." She moved the gun to her head.

"Don't!" He yelled. Harley simply stood there, staring at him with a silly grin on her face. The safety was already off; she could just end that right now. She was so tired of all that. Of them. The sound of water from the dam getting louder, almost as a calling.

Harley started to walk backwards, the gun still on her head, her finger still on the trigger and her eyes still on the Batman. The idea was already in her mind when she saw the partially broken window. It was now or never. Taking a deep breath and trusting in her reflexes, Harley fired against the Joker and then jumped through the broken glass. She felt the sting of the batarang in her arm, but it was already too late. She was falling slowly, the water running down, welcoming her to dive in. Harley felt free, almost as she could start flapping her imaginary wings, flying away from all that. The water was closer now. She closed her eyes as the darkness swallowed her body, dragging her deeper and deeper.

Suddenly, the darkness turned into light. It was so bright, Harley was scared of opening her eyes. Could she be in Heaven, standing right in front of God, about to be judged? Doubtful, not with everything she's done during all those years. Still trying to organize her thoughs, Harley opened her eyes slowly, accustoming them to the brightness. It took a while for the room come to focus. It was a small area, and it was set to look like a functional little hospital. It had an abandoned-ish look to it. She looked around, looking for someone who could tell her what exactly was happening. It wasn't long untill a woman entered the room. Harley figured she was a nurse, as she quickly started to examine her, asking how was she feeling or if anything was hurting. Fisically, Harley was feeling fine. She could handle pain, and has been put through worse after all those years of abuse. When the nurse finished, she pulled a communicator from her pocket.

"Call the Director, tell him she's awake." Harley heard the woman talking through the device. She put it back in her pocket and turned to Harley. "Don't worry, everything will be explained to you in a while. For now, try to relax." The nurse said as she left the room, leaving Harley even more confused than she was right after waking up.

After what felt like an eternity, Harley heard the door opening again, revealing a very intimidating looking man. He was tall, apparently strong and well-respected. His clothes were all black, with a huge jacket that trailed behind him as he walked closer towards her. But the most intriguing feature about that mysterious man was the eyepatch attached to his face, above where his left eye probably was once.

"Hello Miss Quinn. We have a lot to discuss. This may take a while."