Okayyyy... I know most of my stuff kinda sucks. Just try me okay? Honestly, the movie would've been so much better if Harley had been in it. So I've decided to sort of do my own spin on how the two meet. This is post-Dark Knight.
Disclaimer: Do not own, wish I did...
He could only laugh as the white coats of Arkham lead him through a long, dank corridor to his new cell. That's when he first spotted her. Wrapped in the customary straightjacket was a yellow haired teen, singing quietly to herself. She glances up at him with surprisingly sparkling baby blue eyes. She flashed him a big smile and attempted to wave, before pouting and looking down at her feet.
Curiosity getting the better of him, he raised an eyebrow, "What's the deal with her?"
The guard to his right glared at him, "That's classified information."
The Joker couldn't help but grin, "Aw, c'mooooon. You can tell me. I can keep a secret."
"No," the guards said in unison as they threw him into the cell.
He rolled his eyes, "No fun."
Eyeing the dismal surroundings, the Joker stretched out on the dirty mattress. If he leaned far enough to the right, he could just see the pig tailed girl bouncing about. And they think I'm crazy… He shook his head and closed his eyes. Why not let them think they've won. Give them a few days head start before stirring things up again.
He was nearly asleep when he heard a perky voice half whispering, "PSsssssst! Hey you with the make up!!"
He glanced up at her, not responding.
She continued, "Hey! Hey! Hey!! HEY!! HEY YOU!! I'M TALKING TO YA!! HEY! HEY!! HEY!! H-"
"WHAT?!" he couldn't take it anymore.
She giggled, "Ain't you that guy that blew up the hospital??"
The Joker raised an eyebrow, "What's your point?"
He could hear the naïve curiosity in her voice, "Well why'd ya do it?"
He paused at the question, most people just assumed he was insane, "I was tired of the monotony in the city."
"Oooohhh. That makes sense," he was taken aback by her response. There was no sarcasm at all, as if she actually agreed with him. Her voice broke his thoughts again, "So what do they call ya anyway?"
He chuckled darkly, "The Joker. And to whom do I owe the pleasure of my company?"
He could hear a girlish giggle bubble up from her throat, "Harleen. Harleen Quinzel."
He nodded, strange name, "So… Ah. Harleen… What're you in for?"
"Oh it's so stupid! I was just having a little fun! How was I supposed to know that the car would explode?? Anyway, they made me plead insanity, on accounta I'm manic. But I'm really not," Harleen prattled on.
He raised an eyebrow, "Then… Why are you in a straightjacket?"
"What? OH this. Yeah," she started, "Well, I'm sort of a klutz. They keep me in this so I don't break anything."
"Interesting… Well Harleen, I bid you goodnight," he announced dramatically before lying back.
"Yeah… G'night Mistah J!!" she crooned back.
He rolled his eyes. Cute kid. Stupid, but cute…