Harleen Quinzel. Or better know as Harley Quinn an acomplance and supposed girlfriend to the Joker. She's a piece of crazy wrapped in pyscho. The Joker had her pegged from the moment he met her. The moment he laid eyes on the beautiful blonde psychiatrist, he had her pegged as his, simply becuase "if you re-arange your name it becomes Harlequin. And it sure does put a smile on my face." He took a beautiful, average, young woman and made her sympathize for him, and through time he made her more and more insane. Their relationship, like everyone's, was a perfect fantasy, at first. They went and wreaked havoc and came back and acted like a couple. Then came the first slap from the Joker to Harley's face, where he then immediately apologized, but with each slap came a longer apology, until no more apologizes we're said, and he became more violent towards her. Until one day she had had enough. She didn't want to be slapped around and abused and stuck in dumps anymore, she wanted out, a new start. A new life.

She got kicked to the curb again today, she didn't mean to make him angry, she really didn't, she only wanted his attention. Poor Harley, she was crying and beaten over something that wasn't her fault. She hated herself for this, she hated making him mad over the little things. After all, it was HER fault. She wrapped her arms around her knees trying to protect herself from the cold rain and hoping that if she squeezed tight enough she could forget the pain. She heard footsteps approach her, but didn't bother to look up, fearing it was the Joker to inflict more damage and pain on her, but instead she was met with a deep voice and a dark figure she knew all too well.

"Are you alright Harley?" The dark figure asked. To the figures surprise she didn't answer, all he was able to see was the twenty something year old woman clutching onto herself very tightly and her body shivering in the very cold and hard pouring rain

"Ms. Quinn." The figure spoke again and this time she looked up at the figure and saw the outline of Batman just at the edge of light the lamppost was casting, and she knew Batman liked the shadows so it didn't suprise her.

"What do you want Batsy?" She snapped at him and he steped into the light and held out his hand, and she flinched as he his hand went near her. She starred at the out stretched hand that was meant to be helping, compared to the Joker's harsh and unforgiving hands. Slowly, but surely she took it and stood up, inches from Batman.

"Do you have a place you can go, Ms. Quinn?" She nods. She couldn't stay with Ivy, she was out of town for the next few months, out on a mission for fine jewels. And Ivy was her only friend as cats was two sided and did whatever benefited her.

Batman looked at the poor woman. She had no one to go to, nowhere to go, she was completely alone, and he decided against his better judgement he would take her in. Not as Batman, by as Bruce Wayne. Because as Bruce Wayne, he could help her more than Batman and right now, she needed help. He picked her up, bridal style and it surprised Harley. She could feels the Bats heat under his uniform and realized she was cold and wet, so she sank into him, and absorbed his heat.

"Hold on." He said and she wraped her arms around his neck and buries her head into his chest, and that's the last thing she would ever rember of the night, the night B-man saved her.

Batman pulls into the bat cave with Harley in the passenger seat. He hopps out and picks Harley up out of the car, where he then quickly covers her face with his cape so she couldn't see where to go if she was awake, and he wasn't taking a risk. He got up on the main floor where Alfred came down the stairs to meet him.

"Oh dear." He says as he sees Harleys bruised body. Batman walks up the stairs and down the hallway to a very far off and isolated room, so as if she wakes up she will get lost before anything bad would happen. He lays her down on the bed and flips the light switch on so he can see the harm that has been done to her. "What happened?" Alfred asked when he finally caught up with them.

"The Joker happened." Batman answers in his deep voice being careful to not give any hint of who he was. "Stay here." He commands Alfred, and he stayss and tries to make the girl comfortable but he can't do too much. Bruce comes back up the stairs as bruce, not as Batman, and stares at the woman laying in the bed and wonders how she became so crazy and psychotic. Now, if she wants he's giving her another chance, a chance to start over and make up for everything that's happened.

"What do you plan to do with her Master Bruce?"

"I intended to give her a fresh start, a new beginning, if she really wants it.

"Do you think you can help her?"

"I don't know Alfred, but I do know that she's in a bad situation and I intend to help her, because I was worse than she was. The only diffrence is that I had you to guide me."

"Well then, I wish you the best of luck sir, you'll need it."

"Thank you, Alfred." And he turns his attention back to the young woman.

Harley slept on the bed for days in a very deep sleep as she never really got sleep with the Joker. It was always the ground with a blanket and pillow, or ten cups of coffee and energy shots, and often times, it was both, so her body was making up for those years and the tiredness of a fight, her body was resetting and that meant wherever the Joker had touched her, or slapped her, or harmed her in any way the past night, she would feel pain. And if not physical, it was mental; she would beat herself up for joining the Joker and allowing him to do anything he wanted to her, and she hated herself for it, but she wouldn't think about it for days, as for the next three days she would be sleeping, all through the day and the night.

Morning broke in Harleys room, casting a warm yellow light, causing her to stir before she woke up. When she did wake up she couldn't remember much, just the Joker kicking her out and Batman picking her up. She didn't know where she was, and for a moment she thought she was back in arkham asylum, but then she remebered arkham had an artificial white light and bare rooms, compared to the soft yellow glow of the sun and the very nice looking room. Then she thought she could've been in a hideout of the Joker but realized he would never spend that much money on a hostel room and he was never able to find a hideout this nice. She was utterly confused as to where she was. She sat up and swung her feet over the side of the bed and felt the softest carpet her feet had stepped on in years, but when she stood up she could feel pain all over her body, pain from years ago and current as she had never, since she met the Joker, felt this relaxed, and as whenever she got hurt the Joker only have her a few days to recover and then put her back on the front line to distract while he would be the big surprise. She hissed when she tried to stand and only sat back down on the bed, just then Alfred walks in the door and saw her sitting on the bed and he froze before he speaking to her.

"Ms. Quinn, please don't put any pressure on your foot, you seem to have broken it. I will let Master Bruce know you're awake." He shuts the door and she can her his footsteps go down a flight of stairs and then they fade until She can no longer hear them. He said Master Bruce, not as in Bruce Wayne, the playboy billionaire, she HAD to be dreaming, but the door opens and it really is Bruce Wayne who walks in the door.

"How are you feeling Ms. Quinn?" She stares at him like a deer in the headlights, she doesn't trust him, not even the slightest, better to keep her mouth shut than to say something wrong. "It's alright, you're safe." He says noticing her quietness, but he still gets nothing from her. "Are you hungry?" And as of on cue her stomach rumbles and she clutches it.

"A little, yes." She says in a hushed tone. He walks over to her and offers his hand.

"Come on, you can't walk on that foot of yours yet, it's not healed enough." She hesitates but slowly takes it and he slings her arm over his shoulder and helps her walk.

She sits down in a chair next to the end of the table and Bruce sits in the chair at the end, Habit probably.

How are you feeling?" He pushes again, and she looks away from him and off into the distance.

"I'm fine." She says, making it nothing more than a whisper so he could barley hear her.

"Ms. Quinn, there is nothing to be afraid of, you are perfectly safe here." And Bruce was right, she was safe here, but she didn't believe him and so far she had no reason to believe she was safe or to even trust him, for all she knew he could be working with the Joker, although it was very highly unlikely, as the Joker at one point had made her hold a gun to his head. She regretted it, at least right now she did, with the way Bruce was being kind to her and offering safety and protection, she wanted to erase that memory from her mind forever, but it was never more vivid than now.

"Now, Brucie, a little birdie of mine told me you work with Batman." Joker had Bruce tied in a chair, wrapped up real well, and yet he still wouldn't fib no matter what the Joker did to him. But as always, as if on cue, Batman crashes through one of the Windows where they were staying for the moment. "Oh, Batsy, why can't you ever use the door?" Batman looked at the front entrance and saw a hammer rigged up to hit anyone who came through, although Joker knew he would never use the front door he had dearly hoped, as he would've loved to have seen him go flyin and sure woulda been a hoot. Joker straightened up as he walked towrds Batman, and today he was an inch or two shorter tthan usual but Joker hadnt bothered to notice or even carred really. "Come to save your pet, Batman?" He didn't answer. "Harley, would you do the honour?" She pulled a gun a out and put it to Bruce's head and smiled widely.

"Whateva' ya want Mistah J."

"Thank you Harley." Joker says.

"Harley." Bruce says. "Harley!" She shivers and turns her attention back to Bruce, the present Bruce, where he snapped her out of her flashback, out of her soon to be nightmare.

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay, you seem out of it?"

"Jus' thinkin' Mistah B." Harley said in her normal voice and flashed a huge grin at Bruce.

Joker was back at their, I mean his, hideout. Clothes were flying across the room and he came storming out into the living room.

"Haaaaaarleeeeeeey?" He yelled throughout the house. "Harley?!" The gooms coward in fear, as Harley kept everything in check, and as much as he, the Joker, hated to admit it, the kid could be useful, more often when they were at home than fighting but she was useful. "Where's Harley?" He asked his goons. The goons looked at each other and then back at joker, and only one of them spoke.

"You kicked her out, remember boss?" One of the goons said.

"Yes, but she always comes back, always!" He snapped and stormed back into his bedroom trying to find his socks, when he came up with a plan. Who knew just who to call: Catwoman, a.k.a Selina Kyle. He cackeled at his plan and sat down and began to work out a plan, trying to get Harley back.

Hiya puddins'! Sorry it took so long ta update, I got busy! Now I'm slow at updatin' 'cause I love makin' my chaptas nice an' long and 'm detail! So I do promise ta update ya, it'll jus' take sa time! Always welcome comments, ideas, reviews! Be yourself! I luv mah puddins'! :)