Okay guys, go easy on me. First sroty and shit like that. Anyway it's all in the summary, basicly Joker and Harly and their young love! Have fun.

Chapter 1

First Human Contact

Harleen Quinzel woke up early that morning. She could not sleep too well anyway, since it was her first day at a new school. Gotham Public High School was rumored to be one of those schools where students were more on the violent side. She didn't really know what to think, but just hoped to find at least on friend. In her last school she was labeled a "geek" or a "nerd", but all she really wanted was a friend, someone she could trust.

She pulled her hair up in a ponytail nervously and looked in the long mirror hanging from the bright colored walls of her miniature bedroom. She looked so… ordinary. With the white cotton T-shirt and over worn blue jeans she looked all most invisible.

Harleen brought her hand up to her hair again, touching the blonde tips of it. She would blend in with the walls, probably.

- HARLEEEN! Get yo' ass down here! That school ain't gonna wait fo' ya'!

She always disliked the high pitched voice of her mother, but damn, was it annoying in the mornings.

Harleen quickly picked up her violet bag and ran through the thin hallway of their apartment. She sneaked by her mother, who was making pancakes in the kitchen and swiftly grabbed the door knob, the last thing she wanted was facing Nancy Quinzel in the mornings, she seemed to define the word grumpy the moment she opened her eyes.

- I'm out, ma'! Don't wanna be late for school on my first day!

Her voice produced the same squeaky sound her mother's did, but that she'd always deny.

Harleen closed the door before she could hear her mother saying something about "havin' a bite to eat", she wasn't hungry anyway, excitement covered that.

She ran down the dirty stairs of the building, not bothering to take the elevator, thinking that maybe she'd get rid of the adrenalin pumping her veins by taking the stairs.

As soon as she walked out of the door she bumped into someone. 'Well, certainly a great way to start a day' she thought as she rubbed her head.

She looked up to the unlucky stranger. It was a girl, at least a head taller than her, with bouncy, red curls and peppermint green eyes. Harleen was sure she'd bumped into model and those paparazzi where for sure going to jump out of nowhere taking pictures of them. But instead the beautiful girl just sent her a death glare, and Harleen swore she felt knives stabbing her.

- Oh, I'm so sorry! I was not watching where I was going! It was my fault.

The girls eyes softened and she sighted lightly.

- It was my fault too, sorry, I guess. Who are you anyway? I haven't seen you around here before. And that Brooklyn accent is kinda giving you out.

Harleen looked happily at the girl. Someone was actually being nice to her, and a pretty girl too, it was like a dream.

- My name is Harleen, Harleen Quinzel. And yes, I'm from Brooklyn, just moved here, actually. I'm on my way to Gotham High. And who might you be?

The girl seemed interested, surprisingly for Harleen. No one has ever been interested to know anything about her, even though she was more than happy to share her life with someone.

- The name's Pamela Isley. I'm a freshman at Gotham, I could show you the way, if you want?

- I would love you to. Thank you so much!

Pamela really saw how much the girl appreciated her, she was liking her, this Harleen Quinzel.

- So, why did you move here? I mean, Gotham, really. Who the fuck would want to live in this hell-hole?

- Oh, um, well… My mum thought that a new city might be a good start for a new life, ya' know. So she just randomly picked one out and decided that we were gonna move here.

Pamela looked at her with a bit of pity, half because she surly had to leave some friends and family behind, half because she moved to the Gods shithole.

- Well, I'd like to welcome you to hell, cause Gotham is the worst thing that happened to the world since World War II.

The blonde girl looked up to the sky, smiling.

- I'm sure it's not that bad. I mean if the people at school are as nice as you, then I see no problem.

Pamela just rolled her eyes and snorted loudly.

- Trust me, Harls, not even the teachers are half as nice as me at that fucked up place.

Harleen looked at her with pure joy. No one has ever given her a nickname before, this must've been a beginning of a new friendship.

- Well, I don't think you should be so negative, Red, I'm sure there is someone.

Pamela smirked at the girl calling her Red, she liked it, it was much better than "Plant" or "Pammie".

- Oh, well maybe Selina Kyle, and Harvey Dent, but the rest of them are just piles and piles of crap. Especially J…

She stopped, not wanting to freak the poor girl out on her first day, it was better not to mention 'his' name at all. She didn't want somebody hearing her say it.

- What was that, Red?

She looked down at the short girl waling beside her. She had never seen anything so cute and innocent.

- Oh, nothing you have to worry about, Harls.

She probably wouldn't attract the clowns attention, she was a bit too plain for that, but Pamela liked this girl a lot, even though she just knew her for a couple of minutes, she liked her more than anyone at Gotham.

The two could soon see the school. Harleen imagined it to be a much better looking place. But the building was just old and covered with graffiti's of clown faces and phrases like "WHOOP WHOOP" or something like "MMFWCL". She just smiled, it was nice knowing someone actually shared her music taste, she really loved Insane Clown Posse and Blaze and Twiztid.

- Well, here we are, I should probably take you to the principal Gordon's office, and I could follow you to your first period.

Harleen hugged her tightly, and sweetly giggled.

- Oh, thank you so much, Red! You have been nicer to me in these few minutes than anyone has been my whole life.

Pamela slowly returned the hug, liking the girl even more, if possible. They were going to get along just fine.

- Well, what can I say? I really like you, Harls. I have a feeling that we are going to be good friends.

After Harleen got her schedule from Principal Gordon, Pamela walked her to her first period, History with Mr. Pennywise.

- Mr. Pennywise is a real nice guy, I like him best of all teachers, he is probably the nicest of them. But you should pay attention in his class, he will appreciate it. Oh, and you're in this class with Selina Kyle. She is a good girl, if you need anything just ask her, say you are a friend of Ivy's. Well, here we are. Take care now, Harls. I have P.E. See you at lunch.

- Bye, Red.

Harleen looked at the door and hesitantly went in. Mr. Pennywise was standing in front of the black board, when he looked at her and started talking in a posh British accent.

- Oh, yes. The new student. Please, come closer. This is Miss Quinzel, the new student I told you was starting today. Please, introduce yourself Miss Quinzel.

Harleen just stood there awkwardly, until she spoke.

- Um, my name is Harleen Quinzel. I…um… moved here from Brooklyn yesterday, and um, I'm looking forward to meeting yall?

She questionably looked at Mr. Pennywise as if to instruct her if she should say something more. He just nodded and began talking in his posh accent again.

- Thank you, Miss Quinzel. You may take a seat next to Mr. Crane. Mr. Crane, please raise your hand so that Miss Quinzel can see you.

In the back of the class a lanky, pale boy raised his hand. He looked like he hasn't slept for days, and his hair was sticking in all directions possible.

Harleen walked to the empty seat next to him, and when she sat down he turned to her.

- Hey, I'm Jonathan Crane. Nice to meet you, Harleen.

Harleen smiled. Yet another nice person, he did look weird, but she knew she should not judge him.

- Hello Jonathan, nice to meet you too.

Harleen and Jonathan kept talking through the class, she liked him, and he seemed to like her too. The class was soon over and after that came English, than Art, than Calculus and Harleen was happy that Jonathan had all his classes with her. Soon it was lunch time. And Harleen couldn't wait to see Red and tell her that she didn't think this place was so bad at all.

Okay, guys. Thats it for the first chapter. Who might she meet in the next one? I'd appriciate if you review! Love, FuckinRuler! 3