Dr. Harleen Quinzel, AKA Harley Quinn, the girlfriend of the Joker. Or at least that what she likes to think. She has more bruises than anyone because of that mad man but this one took too far…
'I'm sorry puddin' it was just a present…'
She caught the Batman for the Joker. Has him tied up on a chair with.
'No Harley! I am the one to capture the Batman! I'm the one to kill him, you're the one just stand there to make me look good, but how can I look good if you keep taking the spotlight from me!'
The Joker picks up a pipe and swings from the left to the right! She falls to the ground… sobbing.
'I'm sorry Mr J! I'm so, so sorry…'
'Oh cheer up kiddo…' the Joker goes to his pockets and finds a knife. 'Here, let me help…' Harley's eyes widen… she can't believe it, the Joker is going to kill her right then! He laughs louder and louder and moves closer and closer. Harley closes her eyes until suddenly… BANG!
The Batman escaped from his bonds and landed on the Joker, grabbing the knife. 'Ah! Can't you just be good and sit still, I was a little busy here…' Batman picks up his head and slams in to the ground, knocking him unconscious.
Batman stands up and goes to Harley, no words no nothing but just standing there staring. Her eyes were in tears and whispered 'Do what you have to do…'
Batman kneels down and whispered something that she never knew expected… 'it'll be okay Harley…'
Few hours later the police arrived to the scene. Arresting the Joker and Harley back. When Harley got in the police car the only thing she can think of 'I will make it up to you Bman… I promise.'
Three years past and Harley is finally getting out of Arkham Asylum. Happy for her future… no more villainous careers, no more getting locked up, no more of the Joker. A male Receptionist looks at her 'stay out of trouble…'
Harley smiles 'scouts honour!' As she salutes and runs out the door. She has so much plans, can go back at being a Dr. Though Dr of what though? She can't go back to being a psychiatrist, not if the Joker is there… she could work in her dream job and be a psychiatrist for children but with her past life career, she be lucky to even be near a school.
For the first time in her life she can be someone else entirely different, she can be Harleen again! But who is Harleen?
Harley finds an apartment. It's small and dirty but it's hers! She can afford it enough till she finds a job… she looks at the paper… searching and searching but nothing she really likes! And when she finds the one she does like, she goes for the interview and they scream out 'Harley Quinn!' And call the Gotham police…
She nearly gave up until she found a career she might enjoy. Wayne Enterprises-Receptionist.
Harley went to Wayne Enterprise with her best business outfit she can find. There she went to the reception and meet a brown hair woman 'Hi I'm here for the, way…'
The brown hair woman looked up. She is serious and grumpy 'Down the corridor top floor third door on the left.'
Harley looks at her in amazement. She didn't finish the sentence yet knew what she wanted…
When Harley found the room she sees a man in a suit staring out the window. She looks at him. The way he stands looks oddly familiar…
The man turns around 'Ms. Harleen Quinzel I presume?' He goes up to her offering a handshake. She shakes his hand 'Please call me Harley, everyone does…' the man let's go and smiles 'Harley, gotcha! I'm Bruce Wayne…'
The two sat on the desk. 'Tell me about yourself Ms. Quinzel?' Harley nodded 'Well I worked at Arkham Asylum as a psychiatrist… I also went to Gotham University to study psychiatry and childcare…'
Harley swallowed… Bruce writes on his notes.
'It says here you were absent for the last 10 years… any reason for that?'
That caught Harley off guard! She knew she wrote it but she has no idea what to say next… 'well I, you see I…' Bruce looks closely. 'I… let's say I joined the circus…' Bruce nodded and chuckled 'Funny enough I hated the circus. My Mom forced to take me there to experience the wonders of it but clowns you used to scare me…' Harley smiled 'Me too…'
Bruce smiled. He went down at his notes then look up confused 'Hang on… me and you met before, haven't we?' Harley swallowed, she knew what's next…
'Harley Quinn, the woman who hit me with a hammer.' He pointed smiling.
Harley stands up 'yes I am so sorry! Please don't call the cops!'
Bruce looks confused 'why would I call Gotham PD?' Harley looks confused… 'Harley that is a long time ago… it's in the past! In fact I am willing to let this all behind us if you…' he stares at her 'willing to take my job a my personal assistant…'
Harley looked at him 'personal what?'
'Assistant…' Bruce smiled 'I need someone to help me with certain stuff when I be too busy to do… if I am out you take care of my calls just like a receptionist but you also get to go on business trips if you ever want to…' Harley looks at him speechless…
'What do you say Harley?' he offers a hand again
She gets up and shakes him 'I do! Thank you so much Mr Wayne!' Bruce smile 'please, call me Bruce.' She smiles 'Bruce!' She goes to the door. 'I'm sorry what time do I need to be in?'
Bruce sits back on his chair smiling '8:45am. And don't be late!' Harley giggled 'promise Bruce!' She goes out the room
Bruce happy charming face falls to a stern brooding face. He turns the computer on showing a FaceTime call to Alfred 'You sure it's wise sir? Having Harley Quinn, a former girlfriend of the Joker to be working you this closely?' 'I need to make sure she is safe, not just for her but for people in Gotham. She seems to be fine but always be prepared.
'Yes sir.' Alfred hangs up.
The Joker is in his dark cell all alone in a straight jacket. He is staring at the floor giggling. 'Batsy Batsy BATSY!'
A security guard comes in the cell. 'Time to move now you freak!' Holding up his gun. The Joker looks at him 'how long have you been working here? 2 3 weeks?' The Joker smiles 'let me give you some advice between us collages.'
He stands up to him 'To always be prepared for act 2…'
The man stares 'what you talking about?'
Joker giggles 'haha I'll show ya!' He unbuckled himself from the straight jacket and ran straight the guard. He shoots but misses him from each shot and soon CRACK! The Joker twisted his head back to front. 'Ah shame! I thought you had a good career ahead of you!' He laughs evilly louder and louder then runs to the door. Escaping!