AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi! Okay…I Have never done this before…and I originally was never going to do this, but I have found no other story that is like the one that I have imagined! SO I have decided that if you want something done right, do it yourself! "Can't rely on anyone these days…have to do everything yourself…..DON'T WE?" –Joker (My Love Muffin :DDD) This is going to be totally….messed up. Of course I know the story of how Harleen Quinzel became 'Harley Quinn' BUT! I've decided to change things up a bit….(: ENJOY!
It had been a long night. It had been an even longer day. After visiting her father, she had gone to see her mother. She had arrived to find her mother having one of her 'breakdowns'. Occasionally, Lynnette Quinzel would call Harley to 'talk', but it ended up becoming a cry fest and/or "Why don't you love me?" or "Why don't you ever come visit me anymore?" Today was one of those days.
Harley had never been close to her mother and especially after her younger brother's death, she withdrew completely. A year later, her father had been carted off to Blackgate, and she was stuck with her mother. Then, she had graduated high school and left to dorm at Gotham University. Now she was back, in a cozy apartment in downtown Gotham, at the intersection of Axion and University. Harley had gotten a degree in psychology, but like most young people, fresh out of university, she wasn't quite sure where she wanted to go next. She had gotten a job as a bartender on southbend, about a mile west from her apartment. It was a fun job, easy, she made good tips. She chatted with the drunks about their problems, while filling them back up from time to time.
Now as she looked at her mother, washing dishes with tears streaming down her face, she started the conversation.
"Why don't you just go and visit him?" Harley questioned. She was perched upon the counter, watching her mother. "I know you miss him, both of them. You miss both of them."
Her mother looked at her and sighed. "Harley, it's not as easy for me as it is for you to go visit your father. Besides, we're not talking about that."
Harley rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Well then let's talk about Vince. Why don't you go visit him? Hmmm? You haven't once gone to your own son's grave! You act like it never happened; you barely acknowledge it! You haven't even touched his room. Have you even gone in there since we found him hanging fro-"
"Enough! Stop it Harleen, Stop it!" Her mother shouted. "How dare you accuse me of not caring about my son! You have no idea how hard it is for me to-to go and see him and-and…oh god… to acc-acc…" Her mother stopped. Silence filled the small kitchen.
"To accept it, mother?" Harley spat the last word out. How dare her bitch of a mother think that she had no idea how hard it was to accept Vinny's death? Harley had found him for god's sake! Her mother had no idea how god damn hard it was to find her baby brother, just turned 14, hanging from a make-shift noose from the ceiling fan in his bedroom. No, that was Harley's pain and her mother had no idea. "You have to accept it to move on, mother. You can't let yourself drown like this."
Harley jumped down from the counter, and putting on her jacket, padded to the door. Before leaving she whispered, "And you wonder why I never visit you anymore." She slammed the door and walked out into the cold fall weather.
The Joker was brooding. It had been a whole month since his last wild escapades on Gotham City. He was in a rut. He needed ideas. This shocked him immensely. He always had ideas! He was currently sitting on the couch with his feet propped up on the coffee table in front of it. He sighed as he turned on his television to the 24 hour news station. He was bored with himself. Not seeing anything on the news channel that caught his eye, he changed the station to a Saturday morning cartoon of Wile Coyote attempting to capture the Roadrunner and failing yet again. Hmmmm, He mused. Sounds familiar. Chuckling, he walked into the bedroom and through it to the bathroom.
He hadn't bathed the night before and his makeup was smeared down his face and onto his neck. He smiled to himself and started to unbutton his vest. Pulling down his suspenders from his shoulders, he unbuttoned and slipped off his undershirt. He pulled down his trousers, and with them his boxers. Slipping off his socks, he stepped into the shower. The water came on freezing, the way he liked it. Green dye ran down his face, shoulders, and back. He rubbed at his face to be rid of his war paint. As the water ran down his muscled back and chest, he thought of his next move. He decided that he'd go to the Iceberg Lounge. It was always….interesting there. He'd also heard of a copy-cat of sorts. Someone that also painted their face, not exactly like his, but pretty damn close. He'd been furious at first, but then Neal had told that it was a woman, an attractive woman. Then it had gotten interesting.
He had heard that she was a huge pain in the ass, hated the mob scene, and was extremely dangerous. He liked that. She called herself 'The Harlequin' and he wanted to meet the damsel. At first he'd thought that he'd inspired the name and the outfit, but then Neal told him to stop being full of himself. He smiled to himself as he put on another of his suits. However, he had other things on his mind then some woman. He walked out his door and to the black SUV that awaited him, with his driver Baldo at the wheel. He had no idea that 'The Harlequin' was not just "some woman", but that she would become very important to him.