Harley sat in the corner of the bedroom quietly with her head placed on top of her knee's which were tucked up under her chin. Her eyes were stained with tears making her mascara and white paint run. Her Harlequin outfit was ripped in many places, blood-stained and dirty proof of yet another one of the Joker's fits of rage. This time it was because Harley had beaten Batman and gotten close to killing him yet again which infuriated him.

She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand "Why can't I be praised for my hard work it's not fair and I tried real hard too" she sniffed. She then remembered the last conversation she had with the Batman.

Flashback

"I gotta know bats why go to all the trouble of saving a whiny brat like me who caused you nothing but trouble?" Harley asked innocently her eyes filled with curiosity.

Batman pulled a pink dress from a brown paper bag "I had a bad day once" he said in a kind voice.

Harley smiled as he handed her the dress "Nice guys like you shouldn't have bad days" she said with a touched look. She leaned forward and lightly kissed his lips and turned away enjoying the moment. Suddenly she realized how good it felt to get away with kissing him so she threw the dress at Dr. Joan Leland and grabbed Batman's face in her hands and passionately kissed him yet again then smiled afterwards cheekily "Call me" she teased.

Batman smiled "Don't push your luck" he said pointing at her then walked off but waved a hand goodbye and said "You know where to find me if you have any problems" he said charismatically.

Now

Harley lifted her head "He was kind of sweet and actually listened to me rather than Mistah J who just ignores me or pushes me away" she said thoughtfully. She then opened her wardrobe and threw everything into her sleepover bag EXCEPT her Harlequin outfit and then escaped through the window but left a rose on her outfit before escaping.

At Wayne mansion

Bruce was sat in his office doing paperwork and trying to figure out what The Joker was up to next but couldn't help but worry about Harley Quinn and if she was getting the harsh treatment of his brute strength yet again.

"Mr Wayne" Alfred said opening the door slowly with his usual composed expression.

"Yes Alfred what is it?" Bruce said peering up from his paperwork.

"You have a visitor its Miss Quinzelle" Alfred said looking suspicious.

Bruce was shocked but got to his feet and made his way downstairs in a composed state and found her with her bad sitting on one of the lounge sofa's looking nervous "Nice to see you again Quinn" he teased.

Harley looked up and smiled "Same here can we talk it's about Mistah…I mean the Joker" she said quietly bowing her head.

12 minutes later

Alfred had served tea, cakes and sandwiches for Bruce and Harley as he knew his Master never had time to eat even when he was hungry as he was either buried under piles of paperwork of kicking The Joker's ass. "So Quinn what's this about?" Bruce said suspiciously as he knew Harley's tricks and gimmicks by now and he never said it but Harley was beginning to surpass her Mentor which was why The Joker beat her so much.

Harley bowed her head "You remember what you said to me at Arkham…" she said quietly playing with her fingers nervously.

"Sure what of it?" Bruce said becoming more interested in the topic now as he did care about Quinn's safety even if she was a lunatic at times she was still mentally stable partially.

"I want…I want to join you" she said quietly her voice almost a whisper she was so afraid to say it almost as if the Joker was watching her right then and there.

Bruce was taken aback "What did you say?" usually she would ask him to help her kill the Joker which would end up with her in his arms again and trapped in his world of psychotic torture.

"I WANT OUT!" Harley screamed her eyes filled with tears "I'VE HAD IT WITH HIS SICK MIND GAMES AND HIS CONSTANT ABUSE I'M HIS OWN PUNCHING BAG FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" she wept blinded by tears.

Bruce began to mentally imagine what she went through from day to day and sat next to her placing an arm over her shoulders in a comforting manner stroking her back as she sobbed "She's so small and fragile how can she have possibly survived all his abuse till now" he thought to himself. Bruce tilted her head back and wiped away her tears with his thumb "That's enough now Harley no more tears" Bruce said smiling at her gently.

Harley nodded obediently and stopped crying though she was still scared and worried about how things would turn out "W…What will you do with me Bats will you throw me out?" she asked fearfully. She could go to Red but she was tired of crime and going back to Arkham she wanted a fresh life free of crime.

Bruce shook his head "I'll tell you what you can be my new accomplice Quinn alongside Batgirl ok but NO trouble or I will make you go to Poison Ivy" he said sternly.

"Y…Yes sir" she said nervously then she kissed his cheek timidly "You're an ok guy bats" she said shyly her cheeks red.

"I get that from time to time" he smiled kindly and then took her bag and lead her upstairs to a spare room "There's an on suite bathroom and if you need me I'll be in my study or 2 rooms down and Alfred will be nearby at all times" he said kindly. Then he turned to leave and get some much needed rest.

"Wait Bat's!" she cried suddenly then smiled "Thanks for this I appreciate it" she said gratefully her eyes gentle.

Bruce smiled "My pleasure now if you'll excuse me I'm off to get some rest" he said politely.

After he left Harley collapsed on the bed wearing her white vest blouse and blue mini shorts her hair in their usual bunches "So this is kindness I think I like it" she smiled to herself and fell asleep on the peacefully her head buried in a pillow.

At Joker's lair

"Pumpkin Pie Daddy's home!" The Joker called loudly but to his surprise there came no answer. He checked his study and the Hyena's pen but she was nowhere to be found "She must be hiding upstairs" he thought to himself. He made his way upstairs and checked the bathroom her usual hiding place where she sulked but she wasn't there he was getting rather annoyed now "Stupid bitch where did she run off to?" he fumed. He then noticed the bedroom door was slightly ajar "Gotcha Harls" he sneered flashing his white teeth his black eyes shining. He slowly opened the door "HARLEY!" he yelled loudly but was stunned at what he saw. The wardrobe was empty and upon the bed laid Harley's Harlequin costume and upon it was a note with a rose. Curiously he picked up the letter and read it and was both hurt and furious at the contents of what he read.

"Dear Puddin"

"I know I tell you I love you every day but I aint sure I can stand this life no more"

"You tell me you beat me coz I'm bad and don't obey but I can't help but feel it's coz you HATE me"

"I left my outfit for you since you loved it so much oh and take care of the babies for me"

"Forever yours"

"Harley Quinn"

The Joker dropped the letter in shock and fell to his knee's shaking unable to believe this was really happening "She's gone…" he laughed nervously. There was a long silence then he yelled "SHIIIIT!" furiously punching the floor.