-A/N: I'm really surprised that I haven't seen a story of these two with this kind of plot. Awh well. It's been in my head for quite sometime and I just wanted to get it out of my system. I don't know how long it's going to be since it's a work in progress. This chapter is really just an epilogue to give you an idea on how this story is going to run. If you like it, I'll continue. Let me know what you think.

January 25, 2017: Oh my! Hello, it's been a while. Some of you have been eager for me to continue this little idea I had years ago. SO HERE I AM! Gonna clean up the epilogue a bit here. You might notice in the chapters coming up that my writing style has changed. (well duh it's been like 7 years) , but I see this as a fresh start don't you think? Stay tuned!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Franky and Matt in this chapter. Batman and every thing to do with him belongs to DC. I am but a humble fan.

My Harley Girl

-Epilogue/ 5 days after the "incident".

The hot exhaust smoke from a large semi truck hit the man in the face like warm mist. He brushed it off as nothing as he made his way to a run down bar in downtown Gotham. Well; that's what you would think of this bar from a distance, but for a man like Franky this bar was more like a job-fair. You always got the best scoop here and he was itching to make some much needed money. It was a cold night in mid January, dirty snow still on the streets from the snow fall a few days ago. He rubbed his scruffy brown beard in an attempt to wake himself up a bit. It was far too early for him to be out right now but he had some business to take care of. Of course "early" for a man like Franky was about 10:00 PM. Most of the men in this "business", worked better late at night. Spotting the bar across the street he picked up his pace hoping it was at least warmer inside. Walking in, he stood at the entrance looking around for a familiar face.

"YO!" he heard in the distance. "Franky! Ovah here, man!"

Franky walked over to a small booth in the corner of the bar. "Quiet down, Matt. It's way to early for your loud ass to be yellin'." he said as he sat with his friend sitting across from him. He looked at Matt's huge form. He's known this guy for years and he still looks the frickin' same. he thought to himself. He was a massive bulk of a man, standing up to about 6'3. He had huge muscles that would appeal to any villain in Gotham. If you wanted muscle; Matt was your guy. Franky laughed to himself. It's amazing he can actually fit in this booth.

"Cut dah crap, Frank. We got business ta talk about." Matt said with a serious tone.

"What? Does The Joker have some big job planned? I'm itchin' to get back into things, man." Franky said with a plaque stained toothy grin.

"Hell no, man! I'm lookin' at gettin' out of dah Jokah's gang!" Matt said with a slight shout.

Franky looked surprised at him surprised. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"What..? Ya didn't hear?" Matt said as he tilted his head to the side in confusion. "This shit was all over the news!"

Franky lit a cigarette. Looks like he was in for a long explanation he thought to himself. "I just got out of Blackgate two days ago, Matt. You were supposed to give me the low down on Jokers operations! I've been gone for while, man!" he said annoyed.

"Look, Franky. Dah Jokah ain't even in dah right state of mind right now!"

Franky laughed at this. "Well yeah, Matt. It's THE JOKER! Gotham's psychotic, homicidal Clown Prince of crime." What a stupid title; but he wouldn't tell anyone that.

"I mean more than usual!" Matt said looking a bit irked. "Listen. Have ya heard anythin' about Harley Quinn while you was at dah joint?"

Franky scratched his scruffy chin in thought. "All I heard was that she was sent back into Arkham about a week or so ago. Nothin' weird about that."

Matt looked around the bar. Making sure no one but Franky was listening to him gossip.

"Well, she was sent ta Arkham…pretty banged up." he said in a slight whisper.

"So?" Franky said with a laugh. "Like I said, no big news. Joker's always beatin' her senseless. Heh." He said with a slight chuckle.

"Dats dah thing, man. Dah Jokah had nothin' at do wit it." Matt said sternly.

This stopped Franky dead in his tracks. "...what?…" he said with a confused tone.

"Yah heard me right, pal. Someone wit possibly dah biggest balls in Gotham went out and messed wit dah Jokah's girl."

Franky had to sit and think for a second. Becoming quite agitated at this situation. "…Who the fuck would be stupid enough to do that?!" he said with a whispered shout.

"I dunno, man! Das why I want out! Dah Jokah'z been seriously pissed for dah passed few days. He can't figuah out who it wuz that done it and he'z been ventin' his anger out on everyone in dah gang!"

Jesus Christ; and here Franky thought he was gonna be sitting on some good money working with The Joker again. Franky was one of the brave, or some would call crazy, individuals that would sign up and work for The Joker. Most of the guys he knew wouldn't want to get tangled up in his crazy schemes. Though Franky thought they just didn't wanted to come face to face with The Bat. Seeing as how The Joker was his favorite target. He sat back and listened; gesturing Matt to continue.

"Two days ago he walked inta dah hideout and shot dah first guy he saw! FOR NO REASON AT ALL! Not even as a joke! Dah guy was Ted.

"Ted? Awh what the hell! That bastard owed me money!" Franky said annoyed.

"Shutup! Who carers?!" Matt continued "And yestahday dah boys all wanted ta get pizza. Boomer, bein' dah stupid mook dat he was, went and asked dah Boss what he wanted on his pizza. Dah Jokah threw him out to ta Hyena yard. Dey ripped him ta bits! I've never seen such a fucked up scene!"

"I would assume so." Franky said. "Nobody but Harley feeds those mutts." What she saw in those stupid fleabags he never figured out.

"Franky, I swear I'm at my wits end here, man! I want out! I don't want ta be in dah Jokah'z way while he'z like dis! And if yer smart, you'd forget about comin' back to the gang!"

"Calm down, Matt, Jesus." he said sighing. He saw that his buddy was getting really upset. Matt needed to calm him down before anyone started to notice. He didn't want him to make a scene and attract some unwanted attention.

"Look. So you said The Joker has no idea who it was that did it?" "There's gotta be someone who knows what happened. Do you have any ideas?" Franky asked.

"Not a fuckin' clue, man." Matt said letting out a forced sigh. "...but if I had ta put money on it…" Matts voice went lower than ever as he leaned over the table to whisper into his friends ear. "I'd say it was-" but before he could get another word out, they both heard a loud crash from the ceiling. Looking up, the large skylight was being crashed into, spraying glass shards and medal beams all over the bar. There was something falling through... something big and...black.

"IT'S THE BAT!" someone shouted out. Followed by "OH FUCK!" "Shit!" "Beat his ass!" "NO WAY I'M OUTTA' HERE!" Within a second, a brawl commenced throughout the bar. Chairs and small tables being thrown as well as glasses of beer crashing to the floor from the frightened occupants of the bar.

Franky shot up. He wanted nothing to do with Batman tonight. He ran for the door, pushing through the sudden mass of goons as much as he could to get out. Matt was having trouble getting through despite his size. He was falling behind and Franky wasn't waiting for him. Now outside; Franky shouted out to Matt who was still in the bar in a mock tone- "CALL ME LATER IF YOU DONT GET CAUGHT, MATT!" he laughed as he ran towards the alley across the street.

Matt scowled. "FUCK YOU, FRAN- OOFF!-" Matt was suddenly knocked to the floor. Something that felt like an iron fist hit him in the jaw. He grabbed his cheek and looked up. Suddenly his 6'3 body was hoisted into the air effortlessly, and he was now staring into the face of The Batman.