Sorry for the slow update; summer's been a bit busier than what I thought it'd be.

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy the chapter~!


Chapter 2: Play Time with Harley

Harley was greeted with the sound of whistles and a round of applause once Slappy lead her into the room that was full of half of the Joker's old gang. She could honestly say that she felt more at home with these guys - the ones who still believed in her as their boss - their new boss. With Joker dead, it only made logical sense to have Harley Quinn, the Joker's girl, the clown princess of crime to be the new leader of the gang. However, not all of them thought the same way. After Harley's latest attempt on killing the Batman as revenge for Joker's death, the other half of Joker's gang took off after deciding that having Harley in charge would be a total nightmare. They tried joining up with some of the other crime lords in Gotham's underworld. Penguin, Two-Face, hell, even Riddler of all people! But none of them wanted anything to do with Joker's gang. They all had some sort of beef with the clown, even if he was pushing daises. Such a shame, though; too bad Harley had to kill them. Speaking of which...

"I'd like to thank you boys for welcoming me back! It's so great to see the faces of the ones who look up to me!" Harley was met with another round of applause, which flattered her. But then...she frowns. "Now then, from what Slappy had told me, the other half of you bozos decided to go skippin' out on me! They dare to question my power over you chumps! They dare to question Mista J! And they fucking dare join up with some douche bag who has the freakin' nerve to pose as the "new Joker"! "New Joker"! Ha! As if that'll ever happen! Let me just say that as long as I am still alive and breatin', there will be no such thing as a Joker wannabe!"

"DAMN RIGHT!" They all yell.

Harley smirks, raising the small hand-gun that Slappy gave her. "I'm planning on taking on this cocky son-of-a-bitch! Who's with me?!"

The uproar from her old gang was enough to convince Harley.


"Tell me about this chump," Harley demands, walking into the back room with Slappy. The other boys were currently celebrating outside; drinking and singing away while also getting their weapons together.

Slappy sets down two bottles of beer on the table between them and takes a seat opposite of her. "His name is The Chuckler - the "new" Joker. As you already know, they have the other half of Joker's gang. He's a petty big guy, Harley. 6"11, packed with muscle, and is skilled with swords and knives."

"Yeah?" Harley sets her bottle down, glaring at her friend. "I'm skilled with a gun - he'll be dead the moment I set foot into his lair."

"That's the thing, Harley: you can't just go barging into this guy's turf. Ya'll have to get invited."

This causes the female clown to raise an eyebrow. "Invited?"

Nodding, Slappy continues. "Yeah, he does this thing every-now-and-then with some of the other crime bosses in the area. It's a big party at his place - any criminal is invited - as long as they have a good-enough record in Blüdhaven."

"I'm Mista J's late lover - his one and only! I've done sooo many things, Slappy - you know that! My record's in Gotham - Blüdhaven's sister city! I'm pretty sure I'm big enough to make it into the "party" that this bozo hosts."

Slappy shakes his head. "Easier said than done, I'm afraid. He doesn't like ya, Harl. Word is that's the main reason why he decided to allow half of J's gang to stay. He thinks you're pathetic. "Couldn't even kill the Bat when she had the chance", he'd always say. If anything, he's just too high on that horse of his. Me, and the rest of J's gang, wanna see him fall."

"And now that I'm back, I can make that happen." Harley grins.

"Hey, boss?"

Harley and Slappy turn towards the door, spotting a couple of the gang members. When Slappy points at Harley in question to the title, they all nod. Harley stands up and skips over towards them. "Yeah, boys?"

"We couldn't help but overhear the conversation, and we think we have a solution..."

Harley grins. "Do tell,"

They proceed to lead Harley into the basement, where a beaten man was tied into a chair and had a bag over his face. Judging from all the dried blood splattered everywhere and the weak condition that he's in, Harley assumed that he's been down here for a long, long time. Harley turns to the thugs, pointing at the man being held hostage. "And who the hell is this?"

"One of J's old gang members who abandoned us," one of the thugs claim. "We caught him roaming around the streets one night with a couple other traitors. Killed the others, but kept this one around to play with when we got bored. We'd be honored if you can take this guy out, and maybe, we dunno...send him back to Chuckler as a message?"

Harley grins, taking the baseball bat that one of the thugs hand over to her. "My pleasure..." she turns to the hostage and rips the bag off of his head. Using her hand that wasn't holding the bat, Harley lifts the thug's face, meeting eye contact. She smiles wickedly at him. "'Ello! Missed me?"

The man's eyes widen. "H-H-Harley...?"

"That's my name, don't wear it out." she raises the bat, then proceeds the swing, causing him to crash onto the hard concrete floor. The thugs laugh as they watch Harley beat the man's brain's out. When Harley was worn out, and had more blood on her than her menstrual cycle, she turns to her applauding thugs with a smile. "Take this piece of garbage to Chuckler. I want him to know who he's dealing with. Oh, and don't forget to leave a note on the body; he needs a name for the invitation after all."

Four of the thugs nod and proceed to take the dead body out of the basement. Grinning, Harley turns to the last two thugs, tossing them her bat. "Please be dears and keep watch outside. Momma's gotta get ready for a party~."


I'll return with a new chapter eventually! Hope you liked the update!

~Nixter97~