Here is my first attempt at FanFiction! I don't own the characters just the plot and it came to me as I was watching a movie. Please review and let me know what you think! XO AA

Chapter 1 Secrets

"We all have secrets to hide," she thought to herself as she watched the black vehicle race into the night. "I wonder how no one realizes who he is hiding behind that mask and façade of a vigilante." She chuckled when she thought of their interaction….

"What the hell is so funny?" the green haired menace asked from behind her.

"Nothing Jack," she said with a sigh. "I was just laughing at myself and how screwed up my life is these days."

He stepped towards her and wrapped his tattooed hands around her shoulders giving them a good squeeze. "You know I'll take care of you doll. You belong to be after all don't you? And I take great care of those that belong to me. Especially the women," he said leaning in close to whisper in her ear.

She cut her eyes towards his face. "You've always been there for me Jack. Even when there involved being locked up in Arkham."

"Now, now doll face, don't bring that shit up again. I couldn't help that the caped nut job got me checked into that place. Besides, I met my queen their so I wouldn't trade that trip for anything."

"Where is she? I haven't seen her tonight."

"She's getting dressed for our night on the town," he said with a sick smile. "Are you planning on joining us? It's gonna be fun."

She shook her head at him and shrugged away from his grasp. "No Jack I won't be joining you. I can't handle being around all of your… happiness," she said with a sneer.

He laughed a sickening guttural laugh that echoed off the walls of the nearly empty room. "I can't believe it… you are jealous of what we have… that's so delicious," he said drawing out the end of the word.

She took a deep breath. "I want to be happy… not exactly like the two of you, but I would like to be happy with someone…" she trailed off as the female topic of their conversation entered the room.

She was dressed to kill, literally, with tight black leather pants, black leather boots, and a black t-shirt that did nothing to hide her shoulder harness strapped with a multitude of guns and knives. Her silky blond hair was done up in a tight bun on the back of her head and around her neck she wore that stupid necklace that claimed her as Jack's woman. "Puddin…" she said with a sneer. "Are you ready to have some fun?"

Jack stared at her with his mouth open wide, his platinum teeth glistening in the light of the moon. "Let's go dance with the devil sweet heart."

"You ain't coming?" the blond asked in her general direction.

"No Harley, I'm not. It's not my cup of tea."

Harley shrugged her shoulders. "Ok, don't wait up," she said with an evil laugh, skipping towards the door to the large room.

"I don't deserve her," Jack said with a fake sigh. He turned back towards her and flashed her a grin. "Like the lady said… don't wait up doll face." And with that he bolted towards the door after Harley.

She secretly wished that the vigilante would take them out tonight. That he would capture them and put them back in Arkham so that she could live her life freely. It wasn't going to happen though, he enjoyed chasing them as much as they liked being chased.