No, I am NOT dead! lol

Starting college was a rude awakening for me in my life. But regardless of what it may seem like, it's still a hell-lot better than the shit that people go through in high school.

Anyway, I decided to continue writing. I'll continue with my fanfics that were on hiatus, and I will continue making some new material. The only problem I'm facing is lack of creativity.

If anyone has any ideas as to how I can continue this story, please let me know!

Thanks,

~Nixter97~

The Clown Princess of Crime

Chapter 1: Slap-Happy

The sound of an alarm rang through Harley's ears, snapping her out of her thoughts. It's been days since she couldn't sleep. Day after day, Harleen Quinzel would continue to think about the death of her puddin', followed by more graving thoughts during the nights. Sighing, Harley turns off her alarm, not bothering to check the time. What difference does it make? Why should the time matter to her? The days are the same, anyway. Ever since her escape from prison, Harley's been keeping a low profile. She ditched Gotham and found herself hiding out in Blüdhaven. Her arrival in the city was a little sloppy, for Nightwing had managed to track her (of course, she blames Batman for the info of her skipping town). After that bad run-in with the Dark Knight's partner, Harley managed to escape with a laughing gas grande. She ran as fast as she could, and before she even knew it, the broken clown found herself in an abandoned hotel near a construction site. It wasn't the most sanitary place to live, but for Harley, it was better than living in the streets where she can be visible to Nightwing.

Harley's days in Blüdhaven were pretty much the same: wake up, get dressed, hope to find some food, and then hide away, planning a revenge strategy on B-Man. The routine was driving Harley crazier than usual! After multiple plans, not one seemed logical enough! Of course, she couldn't do all of this on her own. Harley needed an army. Hell, she needed the old gang back - the guys that worked for her and Joker! Word on their whereabouts were currently unknown, but Harley was determined to find them. She needed her boys right now, more than ever! If one of Harley's plans were going to work, then she would need all the help she can get!

"Guess I better start lookin'," Harley says to herself while going through her pile of clothes. Her blonde hair was currently tied into a singular pony tail, with her red and black dyed parts as the actual pony. After spending ten minutes going through her clothes, she finally found the outfit she was looking for: a white shredded t-shirt with the words, "HA-HA!" written on several areas. She also wore a black short skirt with matching high-heeled boots. She applied her makeup, but not too much. She didn't want to be recognizable when she goes out. It was still a little dark out, which meant Harley needed to go out and grab some food, maybe rob a gun shop, and then get the hell back to the abandoned hotel. Before heading out, Harley applied red lipstick and then proceeded to kiss one of her many Joker posters in her room. "I miss you so much, Puddin'..." she sighed before exiting.

The moment Harley stepped outside, it started to rain. Just my fucking luck, she thought. It wasn't foreign for it to rain in Blüdhaven, but it usually stopped this time during the day. Harley being Harley, just kept on walking with no fucks to be given. She dealt with worse rain showers, and a majority of them took place on high buildings while battling the Bat. The female clown makes a right turn when she reaches the end of the sidewalk, running into a man who was going full speed.

"Ouch! Watch where ya runnin', bub!" she spat at the man.

Said man turned around to gawk at her. "H-Harley...? Is that...really you?"

Harley's mouth hangs open. This man knew her? Oh god, was he a cop? Less-likely, for this guy sounded relieved to see her. Before she could ask the man questions, an officer appeared in sight, flashing his light and aiming his gun at the two. "Freeze!" he shouts. Both Harley and her acquaintance exchange looks before the guy whips out his own gun and quickly shoots the officer in the leg, causing him a great deal of pain and falls on the ground.

"Come with me!" the man yells, grabbing Harley by her arm and thus, the duo sprint out of sight.

For what seemed like an eternity of running, the two were finally able to catch their breaths by the docks. Groaning in pain from the running (in high heels), Harley removes her boots and massages her feet. The man notices her actions and quickly takes charge, massaging them for her. Harley almost kicked him in the face, but stopped, feeling flattered and relieved that the pain is flowing away. Still, there was the matter of introduction to discuss.

"Now then," Harley smacks the man's hands away and steals his gun, aiming it right at his face. "Who the hell are you and why do you know me?!"

The man sighs, "You really don't remember, do ya Harley?" he stands up, gulping as his own gun rises by Harley's hand to meet his face once more. "I was in Joker's gang! Name's Slappy, remember? I was J's right-hand guy!"

Harley froze. How could she forget? Slappy was Joker's original second in command (before she joined the gang, that is). He got the weapons for the gang, lead most of the missions that Joker assigned, and was the best cook they had. When Harley first arrived and was introduced as Joker's girl, it was Slappy's job to show her all the ropes of what it meant to be in the Joker's gang. After she got the jiff of it, Harley become Joker's second in command (not that Slappy minded, for he understood). Slappy was also Harley's personal bodyguard whenever she went out and did a few "errands" for her puddin'. Out of all the thugs in Joker's gang, Slappy was the one who Harley could trust and be friends with. Only five people was known to be on Harley Quinn's good side: Joker, Slappy, Mr. Hammer, Poison Ivy, and Catwoman. Harley lowered the gun, tears forming in her eyes. She quickly wraps her arms around Slappy's neck, sniffing in his neck.

"Slappy! Oh my god, it's you! Oh god, I'm so sorry!"

"Shh, it's okay Harley, I understand why you did what you did. It's been a while. Now," he pulls away from the clown girl just far enough to wipe her tears away with his thumbs and smiles down at her. "Enough tears, girl. What's been going on with you? You vanished the moment Arkham City shut down."

Harley sighs, nodding while wiping her face. "I didn't want to stay in Gotham, Slap. The moment I escaped prison, I fled and ended up here, in Blüdhaven. I've been staying at an abandoned hotel ever since."

"For a whole month, Harley?! Golly..."

There was an awkward silence for a while, but that was when Harley realized something. "Where are the others?"

Slappy sighed, rubbing his neck as he leaned against a land post. "Half of 'em believed in you when you took over for that brief time in Arkham City, when you almost killed Batman and Robin. Those guys are hiding out with me in this city. As for the other half, they quit. They think of you as a joke, Harley - always have, actually. They think having you in charge would be bad news. They thought you've gone crazy after J died. Well, crazier. Word is they joined up with some Joker poser in these parts. Me and the boys who still have loyalty to you have been trying to track 'em down and kill 'em. But now that you're here..."

"...I can kill 'em myself." Harley's eyes shot daggers. "And they're workin' for some douchebag who thinks he can level up to my Joker?! The fuckin' nerve of some people!"

"Exactly what we've been thinkin'!"

Harley hangs Slappy his gun back, grinning at him. "Take me to your hideout, Slappy. We're gonna plan a play date!"

To Be Continued...

The next chapter was originally gonna be part of chapter one, but I decided to just do the exact opposite last-minute. Sorry! But chapter two WILL have more action in it!

Sssoooo...what do you guys think? Please let me know in the reviews and I'll get back to you guys on this story when I can!

See ya soon,

~Nixter97~