Harleen was always a sweet girl but she was quiet. Not many people knew Harleen and honestly she liked it that way. Her friends were Pamela Isley or as she called her Ivy, Selina Kyle or Cat, and her sister Halima but she just called her Hal. Her parents were the worst people you could've ever met and they truly had no reason other than that they did't want children. They beat Hal and Harleen severely but they could always get through it. Hal was younger than Harleen so she would always step in to try and stop them from hurting her but it only resulted in them both getting beaten. One night Harleen had decided that she was going to go out with Ivy and Cat because her parents were going out to some bar and wouldn't be home until very late.

"Hal, I need you to stay here ok?" Harleen explained to Hal. She knew that they were probably going to hang out with some more of Cat's friends and they were a bad influence.

"But.. What if they come back before you do? They'll be mad." Hal looked at Harleen tears welling up in her eyes.

"Hey, kid don't cry I'll be back in an hour ok? If they get home before I do just tell them I went out and that you tried to stop me. Ok?" Harleen said and Hal nodded at her. They gave each other a huge hug and Harleen walked out the door.

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When Harleen returned home she noticed something that her house didn't get a lot of, silence.

"Hal?" Harleen whispered.

"Harls, I-I'm in here." Her sister called out with a low, scratchy voice. Harleen ran to the living room to see her sister through their coffee table covered in bruises and a large piece of the table sticking through her stomach.

"Hal! What happened!?" Harleen's eyes were filling with tears.

"They came home early. I tried to tell them but they didn't listen. I-it hurts Harl." Hal explained to Harleen who couldn't hold her tears back.

"It-it's gonna be ok Hal. I'm gonna get help ok." Harleen stood up but before she could run out the door Hal grabbed her hand.

"It's no use Harl. I'm a goner." Hal giggled before coughing violently.

"NO! You're to young! I need you here." Hal grabbed Harleen's cheeks and pulled her closer to her face. She pointed to a clock set on top of the fireplace. The time read 12:27.

"Look at that Harls." Hal smiled and looked into Harley's eyes.

"What is it Hal?" Hal pointed to her coat and Harleen ran over to the coat and brought it over to Hal.

"The pocket. Happy 16th birthday Harls." Harleen reached into the pocket and found a small box containing a necklace with three diamonds on it. The back of the necklace read "I Love You- Hal."

"O-Oh Hal. It's beautiful. Thank you! I love you Hal." She bent down and kissed the top of Hal's forehead.

"I love you too, Harls." Her words got quieter as she said that sentence and with her last word she slipped away. Harleen bowed her head and felt hot tears run down her face.

"Happy birthday indeed." Harleen turned around to see her parents sitting there with smirks on their faces.

"H-how could you do that?" Harleen said stumbling over her words.

"We don't give two shits about that bitch. Hell, we wouldn't have cared if your roles were switched." They smiled and Harleen got up from her knees matching her mothers height. She slowly walked over to her parents to where she was inner fathers face. She felt pain rush through her face as she realized her dad had slapped her.

"That will teach you not to sneak out. Now go get sleep, you're gonna be busy tomorrow digging a whole for her to permanently sleep in." They smiled and turned around to walk to their room.

"How about I dig three instead?" Harleen said as her parents turned around to see Harleen wielding a broken piece of glass that she had found on the floor from the table. She wasn't even aware of the pain that she was feeling because of the glass cutting her pale skin.

"Wh-" Her father was quickly cut of as Harleen cut his throat open with one quick slash. She was showered in his blood.

"Ok, mother. Your turn!" Her mother turned to run to the room. Harleen turned the other way and went into the kitchen to grab a knife. She was now more dangerous before. Her mother had gotten all the way up the staircase and was in her room. She had a gun pointed at Harleen as she walked through the doorway. Harleen threw the knife and it landed in her mothers arm causing her to drop the gun.

"I thought you were smarter than to run up stairs, mom." Harleen picked up her mothers gun.

"Do it, She deserves it. She killed me, remember?" Her sisters voice rang in her head. She aimed the gun and put her finger on the trigger and with a flash and a loud bang Harleen had killed her whole family. When she was finished she went over to her sisters body and carried her out onto the driveway where the cops already were because the neighbors had heard screams.

"Harleen Quinzel, You're under arrest for the murders of your family." A blonde man with a suit on said. Harleen didn't resist but she did correct him.

"My name is Harley Quinn and you're wrong. I killed my parents, thank you very much." Harley giggled and turned around waiting to be arrested. She was taken into custody and was questioned. She didn't lie, she just told them the truth.

"We are going to take you to an asylum where you will be able to get professional help." A tall woman with short black hair said to her.

"I don't need help, but if that's where you think I should go then, I guess that's your decision." Harley smiled and was forced into a car where they drove her to an asylum. The asylum looked creepy and run down but Harley liked it. It was "unique" to her. The guards checked her in and gave her a black and white striped dress to wear.

"Aw, come on fellas. You don't got anything red and black?" The guards pushed her into a room full of whack jobs. They all looked at her and smiled. Three fairly large men walked up to her.

"Hey sweetheart. What's any innocent little girl like you doing here?" One of the men said running a hand up her side. She giggled and grabbed his hand and using a pencil that was on the table stabbed his hand into the metal table.

"Listen, I may look innocent but touch me again and I won't hesitate to jab this pencil in your eye, sweetheart." She giggled and everyone backed off of her. She went and sat down at a table where no one was at. A boy with orange hair walked over and sat himself down next to her.

"Hiya! I'm Jerome my friends call me the joker and I couldn't help but to see your immense strength and well, beauty. What are you here for?" Harley liked the vibe this boy was giving to her.

"I'm Harley my friends call me Harls and I'm here for murdering my parents." She smiled and held out her hand for him to shake, he did.

"Woah! Crazy, I murdered my mom. What do ya say we work together to get outta here and be partners in crime?" Harley smiled and shook his hand.

"You gotta deal mister." Jerome smiled. Harley could tell that this was going to be the start of something monstrous and she liked it.