a/n: Hey Porcelain Ballerina here :] As we're all aware of: Batman, Harley Quinn, Gotham City, Metropolis and other nouns are property and created by Bob Kane (R.I.P) from the DC Comics Family. (R.I.P Heath Ledger, you really went out with a bang and you'll never be forgotten) Don't own it.
Breathe Harley; it's all Just a Joke
The Strawberry Girl
Lying to someone with more authority than a bobbysoxer was something that Harleen Quinzel was not familiar with.
But wait?
Why would Harleen Quinzel be with those peevish kids in the first place? Well the answer is obvious, isn't? Like in every story-fairy tale-There is a boy included. Those gorgeous honey-brown eyes and luscious pink lips was that that was needed to seduce Harleen into being dragged into this.
A pair of hands was entwined and resting on a desk. The room was lit with sunlight that arose from the gaps of the neat office of the principal of Gotham High. Mr. Baker sighed and turned his gaze to his student sitting in front of his desk. He noticed how nervous she was, how her hands were kept into tiny fists that shook and how her eyes were peering all around his office were. As if this was the first time she's been in here. Harleen Quinzel has been in here many times-don't get me wrong though.
Awards, attendance certificates and 4.0 GPA'S are what got Harleen in here. But this time it was different. This time she was in here because she was caught with the other kids in the cafeteria. Mr. Baker pondered why Harleen was hanging out with kids like Jake Dalle and Violet Squalor. Maybe it was just a misunderstanding; she could have been in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Little did he know, Harleen wasn't there by accident. No, she was 'helping' them or rather helping Jake Dalle. So to begin the questioning, he cleared his throat and his nose twitched.
Harleen turned her eyes to him.
"Miss Quinzel," he started, leaning on his chair. This was Mr. Baker's way of finding out if the student was lying and poking fun at him, but this time he wasn't trying to intimidate at student. "If you can, please help by telling me what happened in the cafeteria along with your classmates?" He asked gently.
Mr. Baker was young; a freshly new one in the school faculty. And not to mention but he was easy on the eyes. With that smooth voice of his and stylish hair all gelled up and those friendly aqua-green eyes, Harleen felt relaxed by his friendly tone.
Harleen nodded and her blonde pigtails mimicked her. "…You see Principal Baker, I.." She stopped and thought of what Kim Elliot told her.
'Come on Harleen, you're the only he'll believe. Save us from getting detention this summer! Violet and I will take you shopping, promise!'
Well…this would help everyone, wouldn't? No detention, new clothes, maybe even new friendships…and chit-chat with Jake Dalle.
Harleen smiled dreamily but then put a serious face on. "…I was with them…because we had to examine how the hygiene was in the area of food activity of said place. In this case, it would mean Gotham High cafeteria. Because Kim's sister is in the career for Analysis and Technology of Foods. And they were left to investigate any area they wanted…But, err Kim's sister couldn't come because she's ill."
Harleen's eyes shone with compassion and sincerity. Though there was a sign of nervousness in them. Mr. Baker examined her glaze and stance; she stood prim and proper. He sighed and took his glasses off.
"I'm sure that I believe you Miss Quinzel, but you all did this without warning and without permission."
Harleen nodded. "And on behalf of me and the whole group, we're terribly sorry that we were imprudent of our actions. I'm sure you understand Principal Baker that this was committed out of fear of the response you could have given us, but we learned our lesson and will ask for permission next time. We regret not asking you."
Mr. Baker blinked with his mouth agape at Harleen's realization of her wrong doing. And how she took it with more maturity than student he's talked to. And the stern tone from her childish voice helped it just a bit more.
He was speechless.
"…Er…Very well Miss Quinzel…But take this as a very severe warning. Next time your pals won't be so lucky to have you around." Harleen was about to blurt out the real truth but that would blow everything down the hole. "You may leave Miss Quinzel."
Harleen stood and walked out of the walked out of the principal's office. She soon met the eyes of Violet Squalor.
"So what did he say?"
Violet Squalor was a tall and very thing girl with soft baby features and a wide forehead with round green eyes.
"Well, you're all free."
They all clapped and headed towards the entrance of the school without a double glance at Harleen and started to make plans to go to the Gotham City Mall and just make mischief. Harleen stood there with an unfathomable stare as she was them leave. Then, after a while of just standing there, looking partially idiotic to others, she decided to leave with a simple nod.
Harleen Francis Quinzel was born on a cloudy May 25th in the spring of 1990 in the General Hospital of Jersey City, New Jersey. She was conceived by a woman named Judy Waters and a man by the name of Harold Quinzel. They were good people, never to break the rules of society and well, they were really satisfied with their accomplishments. But their biggest one yet was giving birth to a cooing baby girl.
Harleen was raised on a humble farm in the sunny Metropolis by her mother's sister when Judy went back to Gotham City with Harold; to make a better future for their daughter when she was to move back with them.
Ever since she was a baby, they had high hopes for her. Harleen was always observant of everything around her: how they served tea, how her Uncle Tim took care of the farm animals and even up the conversations the adults had. And Harleen would mimic everything her little mind could capture.
Aunt Trudy clapped when Harleen said her first word.
"Rooster."
Funny, because Rooster was the name of the collie they had and astonished that it wasn't 'Auntie' o 'Mommy'. Harleen loved dogs as a toddler and to this day, as well. As she grew up, she became humble, kind and respectful to everyone as Auntie Trudy said to be. Then, Judy came to take Harleen to Gotham City; her future was secure and planned perfectly. Trudy did not like the idea of sending Harleen to that city. But as long as she had a brighter future there, then it was alright with her.
Harleen was excited to meet Gotham City. Ever since she was little, she would anticipate Judy's visits so Judy can tell her all about the city and its tall skyscrapers, events and trains. Harleen loved when Judy mentioned the trains. But now she didn't have to day dream about it; she was here in person.
And above it all, Harleen showed potential at her age.
Top of her class throughout all grades, excellent gymnast; in fact she received many medals at the tournaments Gotham City held. She always respected her mother and father and did her chores. Judy and Harold were proud of her. And Harleen was proud of herself as well and even though she didn't have many friends she was with the ones she had.
Most people would say that Harleen Quinzel was a sweet, kind and shy girl; never gave a lot of trouble. Innocent as her features prove to be. Blonde wavy hair down to her small shoulders and eyes that shone baby blue; an innocent smile that raised her round cheeks even more. And a nose that perked up at the end. Yup, she was you regular girl, happy with her life.
Harleen always has a smile for Gotham City.
For the clean and sane side of Gotham of course.