Prologue
"Now Harley," The Joker licked and smacked his lips. "If I have four bombs and I throw two out the window, how many people die?"
"I don't know. How many people are in that car?" Harley Quinn laughed out loud.
The Joker threw two grenades into the official's limousine. The Joker's black van, driven by Scooter Tate, picked up speed. The two clowns looked out the back window with wide eyes and grins. The limo exploded within seconds. The flames lit up the street, distracting a few drivers and causing a few wrecks.
Not too long afterwards, the black van pulled up to a warehouse. The criminals had to relocate after sending Scarlet Rose into the Asylum. They might've been confident she wouldn't get out, but you could never be too sure. The criminals jumped out of the van and walked inside.
"Harley?" The Joker looked towards his latest pet.
"Yeah, Boss?" she looked towards the maniac with a glint in her eyes.
"Come to my room?"
She nodded vigorously, ready to do anything for him. The Joker knew that she loved him; however, he despised her. At night, Harley Quinn was not the one that was on his mind. He led her on and used her for his urges.
Only she was: the one woman that could beat him at any of his mind games; the one woman that tortured him every second she could; the one woman that could stun him, make him speechless; the woman he had locked away into Arkham Asylum.
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"Why Bugs?" Scooter asked his old friend as they sat at the kitchen table that night. He put his head in his hands and rubbed his eyes some.
"What'd you mean why?" Bugsy Maroni inquired back.
Scooter looked up and slammed his fist on the table. "Why'd we do all this? I'm miserable! The Joker lie-…"
"Don't you dare talk about Mista J like that!" the girl stood from her seat. "And don't call me Bugsy anymore, it's Harley Quinn now."
Silence surrounded the room for a long time. Finally, a faint voice broke it, "Oh Haaaaaarrrlleeeeeyyy! Where are you?"
"I'm comin' Mista J!" she yelled up. "I'll talk to you later Scoot."
Five minutes later, Bugsy-I mean Harley- was screaming out in pleasure. Scooter shook his head and rolled his eyes. He stood from the table and trudged to his own quarters.
