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Harleen [Harley] Quinzel

In a rush and out of breath, I arrive into my first period with two minutes left to spare. Looking around, there was barely anyone in the class. Which was surprising since we were scheduled to have a new teacher.

"Alright, I guess we will just have to start." The new teacher claimed as he walked into the class, brief case in hand.

He looked more like a business man than a teacher. He wore a dark red button up shirt and black slacks. His dark brown hair was slicked back and a tattoo peeked out at us from the collar of his shirt. I was curious as to what he would look like, from what I could tell from just staring at his broad back, he worked out. But for some reason it left me dying for more.

"Shall we start," He said, still not turning around. "My name is Heath Joker, but you all may call me Mr. J, just for the sake of making me seem more professional." He claimed, lightness flowing from his voice like a melody. After writing his name on the board he finally turned around.

He had bright blue eyes, a firm jaw, and a small 'J' tattoo under his left eye. Just looking at him I could feel my face turning a bright red. But what had really gotten me was his voice. The way it had flowed out of his soft looking lips and sounded deep and firm with every word he uttered, it left me wanting even more.

"Now I know Human Anatomy is not something many of you would be particularly interested in the subject, but I'm hoping I can liven it up a bit this year." He claimed, clasping his hands together as a small smile broke along his lips.

The sight left me smiling, his smile was beautiful, yet again, leaving me wanting more as a smile formed along my lips. I couldn't help but want to continue smiling, at least, as long as he kept smiling. His eyes fell into line with mine and I felt my heart skip a little, I squirmed at the feeling as he began to laugh.

"Seems like someone is already laughing at me," He joked, walking up to me. Making me squirm even more in my seat as he planted both his hands on my desk, leaning down slightly. It gave me a small view of his chest, it also had some tattoos peeking through. But the only one I could make out was a hat, one that looked like only a joker would wear.

"Whats your name?" He murmured gently. Gazing down at me as I looked blankly into his eyes. This continued for several minutes before he raised his eyebrows and asked the question again. My face got even redder as I heard a couple of students give out muffled laughs.

"H-Harleen Quinzel." I mumbled, looking down at my desk. Glancing up only once, finding a sparkle in his eyes and a grin on his face.

"So like Harlequin." He claimed, pausing for a second. He looked like he was thinking about something before he exclaimed, "Thats it! Your nickname in my class will be Harley Quinn."

My face got hotter and hotter with each second that passed, he stared directly at me with a grin that no one would have been able to say no to. He looked as though he was waiting for my reply, for a smile, maybe even some kind of laugh. But I couldn't bring myself to do any of that, I just continued staring down at my desk, trying not to act like I was back in middle school and just formed a new crush.

A period of awkwardness passed between us and he finally spoke up to relieve some of the tension, "What? Don't like nicknames?" He asked innocently.

It was true, nicknames were not something I was particularly fond of. Well, not after being called braceface all throughout elementary school. But if it was him, maybe I could stand it for just this year.

"N-no, it's fine. I've just never had such a unique nickname." I stuttered slightly, becoming suddenly nervous.

But he wiped all my doubts away as he said, "Awe, that's cute. We're just gonna have to make more unique ones for you." He claimed, looking towards the few faces in the class for approval.

"What would be my nickname?" A girl asked.

"Alright, whats your name?" He started, giving her that same smile he gave me. It stung slightly as I watched another girl receive that award winning smile. But I gulped it back as hard as I could, returning to staring back down at my desk, just to avoid any more of it.

"Avery." She replied, sounding as though she added a flirty smile at the end.

Glancing up at him, he looked like he was daydreaming, deeply concentrated in thought. Then jumping up, looking as though a light bulb needed to appear above his head. "For now we'll just call you Av."

A pouty lower lip stuck out as she crossed her arms, "Thats not very creative."

"Well, as I said for now we'll just call you Av. Just wait for a couple of months to take their course, I'm sure we'll have one for all of you by then." He claimed, his eyes meeting mine with a wink. A wink that made my heart skip a beat. A wink that forced me to look directly down at my desk, mainly because I was turning tomato red.

A/N: So this is my first attempt at a student-teacher type story for the Joker and Harley. I had a difficult time figuring out a first name for the Joker, since I wanted Harley to call him Mistah J, so in honor of Heath Ledger, I named him Heath Joker. It sounds rough, but seemed totally right. Please tell me what you think of this story-line so far and if you would like me to continue :)