(Before you read, this is my first piece of fiction in a couple of years, and it was late when I typed it so it may need edited or added to. Also, this is just the first piece of a possible 5 piece story.)

It's a dark, wet night in Gotham city. The usual crime was plaguing the streets and Batman was there to stop it. But this story isn't about Batman, though he does play a role. It all started at the Joker's lair….

"Knock Knock, it's ya Harley!" exclaimed Harley as she entered the bedroom with her eyes still closed.

"H-Harley get out of here!" yelled the Joker as he tried to cover up the prostitute with a blanket.

"Don't be so harsh, I brought ya favorite cake!" she exclaimed as she extended her arms and began to open her eyes.

"S-stop! Get out!" Yelled the Joker, still trying to cover up the brunette hooker.

Suddenly Harley's vibrant smile had turned into a frown as tears filled her eyes.

"H-how could you mista J?!" she asked as she fell to the ground, dropping the cake.

"You weren't supposed to be here Harley." Calmly spoke the Joker as he stood up from the bed.

The prostitute began walking towards the door but was stopped by the Jokers pale hand. "I'm not finished with you, I paid for the whole night." He said as he began walking towards Harley.

"What have I told you about barging into my room?" he asked the still sobbing Harley as he kicked her.

"I-I'm sorry mista J, I-I forgot." she cried as bruises began to form under the Jester costume she was wearing.

"Sorry's not gonna cut it this time Harley!" he exclaimed as he brought her to her feet, only to punch her.

"P-please stop, I love you mista J" spoke Harley as she fought from falling to the floor.

The Jokers eyes widened as if he realized what he had done.

"Get out of my sight." He said as he shoved her out the door before walking back to the prostitute.

Harley had made it to the streets of Gotham, on her way back to her apartment when she suddenly collapsed.

The next day it was all over the news, "Sidekick victim of domestic abuse". All of Gotham knew that she'd been beaten by the man she loved so profusely. Not all reactions were the same, some thought she deserved it while others had complete empathy for her. When the news got out, Bruce Wayne began thinking he could fight crime without the bat suit.

"Alfred." spoke Bruce.

"Yes, sire?" Alfred replied.

"I need you to get a guest bedroom ready by this evening, we're going to have a guest." replied Bruce.

On his way to the hospital, Bruce thought to himself "I've got to be crazy. If something goes wrong, I could mess everything up."

Arriving on the same floor as the hospitalized Harley Quinn, Bruce ran into two cops who were questioning Harley.

"Is there a problem officers?" asked Bruce.

"Well, yeah, actually, she has warrants for her arrest, she's going to be serving time when shes in better health" replied the larger officer.

Behind the officers laid a beautiful woman, she sported long blonde hair and eyes that resembled the sky. Bruce hadn't recognized her without her jester costume on.

"Hello miss, what's your name?" asked Bruce.

"M-my names Harley, what's it to ya?" she replied.

Bruce was awe struck, he couldn't believe he was speaking to the same Harley who was a sidekick to his worst enemy.

"Uh, Umm, I'm Bruce Wayne" he calmly replied as he extended his hand.

"And why are you here mista billionair playboy?" Harley replied as she pushed his hand away.

"Well, I'm working on a criminal rehabilitation program and I'd like you to be my first success." Replied Bruce with a smile.

"And why would I agree to that?" asked Harley.

About that time the police officers interrupted, "Harley, when you're all healed up, you'll be taken in with a bail set at $500,000. You may just end up in Arkham."

"What if I pay the bail and take full responsibility for her?" Bruce quickly responded.

"I'm sure that'd go down well as long as you could keep her in line." replied the larger officer.

"It's up to you Harley." Bruce stated in a hopeful manner.

Harley frowned for a moment before she blurted out "Fine!" with her arms crossed.

The cops handed Bruce some paper work to fill out before leaving.

"So what size clothes do you wear Ms. Harley?"

Harley was confused but told him anyways. Afterwards she heard him speaking on the phone with a young man, probably in his 20's just like her.

Soon enough a black haired man walked through the door, obviously the athletic type sporting two bags labeled "American Apparel"

"Hey my names Dick" spoke the man as he extended his hand.

"Yeah, well ya don't look like one." She replied with a half-smile.

Dick was speechless, Bruce hadn't told him it was Harley Quinn he was taking in.

"S-so you must be Harley." Replied Dick.

"That's my name, don't wear it out." Replied Harley.

"Well Ms. Harley, I have instructions to take you shopping and then out to dinner." Dick exclaimed with a smile.

"Oh really, you wanna be seen with me? A criminal?" asked Harley.

"Huh, I don't care who you were before today." Replied Dick with a smile.

Harley wasn't sure how to feel about everything, the man she loved threw her out, but now there's some billionaire playboy taking her in and hiring a young man to take her shopping.

"Oh, I hope you like capris' and T-shirts, cause I brought you some stuff to put on!" exclaimed Dick.

Harley looked back at her jester costume, "No more being that Harley" she thought to herself as she grabbed the bags from his hands with a smile.

Luckily the clothes Dick brought covered all of Harley's bruises.

It wasn't long before the two were off to the mall, where people of all ages go to shop.

Harley had walked by the stores but wasn't interested in much, that is until the beauty salon caught her eye. She grabbed Dicks hand and ran him into the salon.

"What should I get, what should I get?" excitingly asked Harley as she saw all of the colors of the shop.

"Hey now, get whatever you want, it's on my dad!" replied Dick, who loved to see Harley's beautiful smile.

"Okay okay, wait, Bruce Wayne is your father?!" exclaimed Harley as she sat in the salon chair.

"Yeah, adoptive father anyways." Dick replied with a smile just as big as hers.

"That's so cool! Could you put my hair in pig tails? Oh and I want purple on one side!... wait, no, I want pink on one side and blue on the other! But don't color it all the way!" exclaimed the giggle Harley, who could light up Dick's world with her smile.

An hour had passed, Harley stood up from the salon chair then twirled like a ballerina, "How's it look?"

"Ahh, I love it!" replied Dick, "Now come on, we've gotta get you some clothes".

The two continued their walk around the store, but to no avail. Harley couldn't seem to find a store she liked, that is, until she came across a sign that read "Hot Topic".

"Oooooo what's that?" she asked with hearts in her eyes.

She had spotted a shirt on display, it was a raglan shirt colored red and white with the words "Daddy's Lil Monster" on the front.

"Oh that's a store I never shop at, but it looks like we're shopping there today!" replied Dick with a smile.

"Oh thank you thank you, I want that one!" she replied, pointing at the raglan shirt on display.

"Well okay than, but we've gotta get you more than one shirt ya know." He replied, still smiling.

So Harley once again grabbed his hand and ran him into the clothing department.

"Oooo I love these socks, oh and those shorts are soooo cute! Aren't ya going to get your self something pudd-", Harley stopped herself, thoughts of the Joker filled her mind.

"Why would he do that to me?" Harley thought to herself, "I'd never do nuttin like that to him."

"But maybe I should, he would deserve it after what he put me through." "Oh Harley, why can't you just get your self togetha?"

About that time, a single tear ran down Harley's face, she felt so alone. Dick had noticed the tear, but was conflicted.

"Is this the same girl who's cause so much chaos in Gotham?" He thought to himself.

"We aren't really that different after all…"

Dick wrapped his arms around the now crying Harley, "Hey now, everything's going to be okay."

Harley continued to cry for a moment, "I don't need mista J. I'm my own Harley now…"

Harley dried her eyes and gave Dick a quick hug, "Thanks." She quietly spoke, "I needed that."

"Hey! Makeup! I need some, your treat okay suga! Oh, and ya better buy this too!" exclaimed Harley as she threw a black leather jacket into Dicks arms, her smile had returned.

"Oh what have I gotten myself into." Dick thought to himself.

After paying for the clothes, the two ran off to buy make up and then headed back to Wayne Manor.

"You guys are home later than expected." Spoke Bruce as Harley and Dick entered the manor.

"Well, yeah, it took her a while to find a clothing store she liked." replied Dick with an unusual smile.

"He took me to all sorts of places!" exclaimed Harley, "There were so many colors, you shoulda been there!"

Harley's enthusiasm managed to do the impossible, make Bruce Wayne smile.

"Well I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, Harley." Replied Bruce, "Now, with the help of your old roommate and a few movers, I had all of your important things moved to a room here in my manor. I'd like you to follow Alfred to your room and change into the dress laying on your bed, we're having company for dinner tonight."

"Bossy bossy bossy mista play boy billionaire, but okay, I'll go along with it." Replied Harley, "Lead the way Alfy."

Upon entering her room, she noticed all of her favorite books on a bookshelf, her favorite sheets and pillow cases on her bed, and most of all, her favorite baseball bat with the word "Goodnight" etched into the wood. The dress, which was laying on the bed, was black and particularly bland. Next to the dress, with a note attached, was a red and black bracelet reading "Harley" with two diamonds on each end. The note read "We can't change where we've been, but we can choose where we're going – Bruce"

"Well let's see, first of all I need to do something about this dress" thought Harley as she searched for scissors.

(I promise to go into Harley's mental issues in the next chapter, along with problems including the Joker. This isn't meant to be an action fic though it may contain some in upcoming chapters.)