Harley's noticed a pattern in the guards routine every morning. The would start making a coffee, walk over to talk to one of the nurses, walk back, drink his coffee and then watch the patients. She was quick to point this out to Jerome.

"Would you look at that, there is a pattern. Your one smart chick, Harls." Jerome showed his gratitude with a kiss to Harley's hand. He let his terrifyingly attractive laugh fall off of his lips and no matter how hard Harley tried to hate it each time she heard his laugh she fell more in love with him. He always said that laughter was contagious anyways.

"Thanks Jerome. You have a nickname for me, can I make one for you?" She said. She had been thinking about what she would call him none stop. If they were going to be partners then she would have to have a code name for him right?

"Sure, gorgeous. What do ya have in mind?" Harley blushed at his comment towards her.

"The Joker, but I call you Mister J." She looked at him nervously. She was relieved when she noticed him smile with excitement.

"I love it! I shall be known to the world as The Joker and you will be Harley Quinn. We are like a mad deck of cards you see?" Harley smiled.

"Harley Quinn? Sick!" She was so happy that they had finally made it official. They were a team and no matter what nothing was going to stop them. They created a plan and it was insane. So insane it just might work. Pamela was able to visit Harley in the asylum and give her a mushroom that she would put into the guards coffee and would for sure knock him out. The guard went about his day and they mushroom worked. Harley would grab the keys and release every single prisoner into the halls. The guards would be so distracted with trying to stop the older men that they wouldn't even notice two teenagers sneaking out. Every thing would have worked if some lunatic didn't decide to grab Harley's hand and pull her towards one of the cells.

"Let go of me you idiot! Don't you realize that you're free!" No matter how hard she tried she couldn't free herself of his grasp. Jerome was pinned to the ground by two guards who had no interest in saving Harley.

"Here Harley!" Jerome threw her a gun and she panicked. She had never killed anyone other than her parents and she didn't know who this man was so in a way it felt wrong. What made him such a bad person? Was he innocent?

"Harley do it! Kill him!" Before she knew it her rage overtook her and she pulled the trigger. He dropped to the floor and as he did her adrenaline kicked in. The second guard grabbed her from behind and she flipped over him and knocked him to the floor aiming the gun once more and pulling the trigger. She shot the guard holding Jerome down and within all of the chaos they had disappeared. Harley lead Jerome to an old abandoned wear house where her parents had once sold drugs to jackasses looking for cheap weed and cocaine.

"Wow, cozy. Hey how did you know to do all those flips and aim a gun so good?" Jerome asked sitting down on the floor indian style waiting for an amazing story.

"Hang out with me for most of your life and you learn how to fight and live on the streets." Selina Kyle showed up from the shadows.

"Ca-" Harley was stopped in the middle of her greeting when Selina slapped her face.

"What the hell?" Harley said her rage boiling just under her skin.

"You think I taught you all of those just so that you could kill guards and innocent folk?" Selina asked pacing back and fourth. Harley hit her in the back of the head and then chuckled.

"Since when do you care? I'm the one who kept your ass fed so I'll do whatever the hell I want to do with your "training"." Harley said.

"I thought I had trained you better." Selina shook her head. "I guess your just a poor little psycho aren't you?" Harley's eyes practically glowed red. She tackled Selina to the floor giving her the beating of a lifetime.

"Your just cowardly little thief, so next time you insist on judging other people take a look in the mirror. Bitch!" She spit on her bleeding face. Harley threw her outside the wear house and walked back inside.

"Well, I took out the trash." She looked and Jerome who was laughing hysterically.

"Wow, you just can't stop hurting people can you?" Jerome asked.

"How can I Mistah J I just feel the rush."