Chapter One

Harley Quinn was just doing as she was told, Setting up the bombs in the right places. She was a simple woman, she just did what she was told for the man she loved, but when she looked for her love, he was not there.
"Mistah J" she said in hope of an answer. Then she heard a faint voice and fallowed it hoping it was the one person she couldn't live without, but sadly it was only the boy blunder. By the looks of it he had been beaten with the crow bar next to him. His clothes where ripped and his blood painted his body from the thrashings. From the looks of it he seemed unable to speak. So she ignored the boy in search of her love. Knowing of his trust in her she knew he had probably left, so she picked up the crowbar and tried to open the door. After many failed attempts, the beaten blunder finally gave out a little laugh and began to speak.
"You will never get it open," Robin voiced with a grin, "besides he is probably long gone by now."
"But my Puddin, my Mistah J, he'd-"Harley started but then was rudely interrupted by that annoying boy blunder.
"Your 'Mister J' is gone. He left you to die, just like me."
"You don't know what you're sayin, my Mistah J would be lost without me!" she expressed full of optimism.
This made the Beaten blunder laugh, cough, then cough up blood. "Face it Harley, he never loved you. You probably never loved him. You were just projecting you love for Guy Kopski onto him.
"How did you know...?"
"How did I know about him? If I didn't do research on the bad guys, batman would have my head...He was your first love, but then he killed himself all because there was joker venom in his 'think-drink'. You fell for a class clown; then you fell for the killing clown."
"Y-yeah so what," she replied a little scared; she didn't know that b-man knew all this info. She forgets that he a detective sometimes, but he knew the truth. Most people think that she had killed her love, "listen kid we don't have time to talk, if we don't leave soon we will-"
"We will die. We are going to anyway so why not air the truth. You don't love the joker, do you? You HATE him," he said, "He is the reason for you loves tragic ending. Face it Harls, if Joker never existed your love would still be alive; you would have never became this evil love sick puppy looking for attention from the murderer of thousands!"
"Shut up!" she bellowed covering her ears.
"Don't deny your feelings! You know, as well as I do that what I am saying is true." Tried to get up off the floor but then fell backwards and hit the wall he looked to the left of him to see if there was anything that could help him up, but all that the boy blunder could see was the time on the bomb. Then he pondered for a bit and came to one solution.
"It seems our time is running out, maybe one of us will make it out, but it won't be me. I can't move. Listen Harley, I know, no matter what happens after I die, batman won't avenge me, but you can. Avenge you first love, and in the process avenge me. *Cough* Think about all the fun times you lost, the children you will probably never have because of HIM. Regain you sanity; kill the man that made you go insane. You should leave now. Go and live."
She didn't move. She couldn't move
"Do you need me to write you an invitation!? GO! There is no point in the Joker killing two people. If he does that he wins, NOW GO!"
Speechless, she nodded, took the crowbar and pried open the door. She looked back at Robin to find that his mask had fallen off…and that she knew that face. That was the face of the boy who lived in the apartment three doors down from her. He was the boy they hid from the buildings manager, back when she was still sane. He was that sweet boy put in the wrong situation, then disappeared.
"Harley," he cried, "just go…." He coughed up more blood. Harley left the building with tears running down her face she ran away as a black blur flew past her. She turned around and saw the night sky get covered with red and yellow explosions. As she was looking a red brick shot out and hit her in the head leaving her blacked out on the white snow.

Harley opened her eyes to a bright light. When her eyes dilated she noticed that she was looking the ceiling of a room that was not Arkham. She looked around and then at her cloths. Then she deduced that she was in a hospital bed. She tried to sit up so she could look around, but the pain of her head and the dizziness she began to have forced her to lay back down. She looked at the light some more thinking about all the times she saw Jason Todd, and how happy he was when he was little, then she shifted to the last time she saw him how much pain he was in. It began to bother her. She tried to go back to sleep, so she would not have to think about it anymore, but the memory of Jason Todd, the boy blunder, whom she help kill, kept entering her mind, twisting her thoughts.
She started thinking about Joker now. How he had left her. How he had put her though so much pain how he should be the one in the hospital bed in pain. He should have seen his face full of pain and defeat. He should have been blown up. She started pondering on ways to kill him. She was actually thinking of killing her love, the one that she loved so much. The man that she thought would take care of her; would always be there for her. The man who indirectly killed her first love; the man who abused her and used her and blamed her for things he did. He has tried to replace her for crying out loud! She kept thinking these things back and forth till batman appeared by her bed. He had been talking to the doctor for a while and had not noticed she had awaken till know.
"Explain to me how robin got killed," batman said in his brooding voice.
Harley did not answer, she thought of many things she could say, she could be a smart ass about it, but right now she didn't feel like being a smart ass, she didn't feel like doing anything right now except thinking about what she had done. She had not thought of the consequences of killing the boy blunder until now. She wasn't thinking about the consequences, she was thinking about him and following his orders...HIS orders. She started thinking about all the things that were wrong in her life and how HE was the cause of it all. HE was the poison that infected her happy sane life. She once had a great life, until HE showed up. But he wasn't the one who rigged the bombs. He wasn't the one who left poor Jason to die, SHE was.
"Why won't you answer me, HOW DID HE DIE!?" Batman screamed, he was losing his patients. She didn't want him to use his tricks to get her to speak, so she replied.
"Guilty," Harley whispered, still looking at the light, She knew he probably did not hear her, but she had to say something, she felt guilty so she thought she must be guilty.
"What did you say?" batman leaned in closer to make sure that he heard her right.
"I'm Guilty," She repeated in a darker, colder voice. Then she looks him strait in the eyes, "Did I not make myself clear the first time, Mr. Wane?"
Batman stepped back and looked away in shock. Harley slowly smiled she figured out the riddle that not even the Riddler could solve. She had the key to Batman's undoing.
"At least that is one of the people I thought you were, but seeing your reaction it is clear," she starts, as she leans forward to get up," to think that it was actually YOU! HA!"
Now she is on her feet. She walks towards batman who was now glaring at her. She stares at him unafraid of his glare because now she could mess with him and he could do nothing about it.
"It all makes since now, you were the only one to have the money, the power, and the tragic backstory to want to be a hero," She skips back to her bed and lays back down because her head began to hurt again, "but I won't tell Mistah J," she continues as she begins to get dizzy, "Burcey is Batsy, Burcey is Batsy," she kept saying this until she blacked out.
Batman, who had no clue how to deal with the Looney Harley Quinn, vanishes in the night to fight the evil that invests the city of Gotham.