Outside of the ACE Chemicals plant it was deathly still. NO one knew that Dr. Harleen Quinzel was gone. Flushed away as the latest victim of a psychotic clown. Nearby a sewer lid began to stir. It suddenly flew from its manhole cover when a …. Creature kicked it. She giggled maniacally as she peeked out to observe her surroundings. Suddenly she leapt out and landed gracefully on her feel. Her hair was messy and discolored with one side bright red and the other side black. Her clothes were tattered and torn showing her underwear. Her eyes were buggy and darting as though looking for a strong male jump and attack. She wore a sadistic smile that showed her insanity and her skin was as white as chalk. "Symptoms of schizophrenia include hallucinations, delusions, erratic behavior and EMOTIONAL FLATNESS!" She stretched out her arms and started fluttering her lips like an airplane and ran off into the night…
Everyone in Gotham was smart enough to stay out of dark alleys at night. Except for one crazed girl who was once a sort of sane doctor. She ran though the alley laughing madly as she knocked over a trash can. "Feeling good… for a dead girl!" she laughed at her own joke. She walked past a mirror and noticed her look. "Holey ravioli rigatoni!" she cried. She leapt backwards surprising herself as she grabbed a nearby streetlight. "Okay I'm pretty sure I couldn't leap like that before. I need to slow down a bit. Try to figure out logically what's going on with me." She tapped her chin with her finger as she tried to remember what happened to her. Suddenly she felt a knife run through her head. "Owowowowowowow!" she cried. She grabbed her head as she waited for the pain to subside… "Okay" she groaned. "We'll come back to that. She noticed a light coming from an apartment building nearby. She ran over and climbed up to find out who it was. She saw a young good looking man shaving his face. He noticed a woman in the reflection and suddenly turned around. "Excuse me handsome but I seem to have a bit of trouble. Could you…?" he suddenly screamed like a girl and ran out of the room. "Okay cutie love you!" she called. She climbed back down and leaned against a wall. "Well he was no help at all. Wait a minute…" A picture flashed though her head. A laughing clown waving goodbye to her as she fell. She ground her teeth in anger and her pupils shrink to near nothing as she remembered her patient. "So that Joker guy did this to me huh?! He going to pay big time!" She looked down at her torn lab coat and exposed panties. "But first" she groaned. I need a change in wardrobe…
She found a nearby costume store and ran inside, immediately scaring away all of the customers aside except for the disinterested clerk behind the counter. "Okay, let's see what I have to work hear." She tore through the clothes on the racks. She sighed as she found nothing that spoke to her. She noticed a pair of checker patterned tight pants and got an idea…
She stepping out of the changing booth a changed woman. She wore the tight pants she found along with a top that was black on one side and red on the other for a hat she wore a harlequin mask that covered her face and showed her eyes. Overall the costume she wore in "Batman: Assault on Arkham". "Well what do you think?" she asked the clerk. She chewed her gum and gave a thumbs up showing her approval despite her bored look. "Paper or plastic?" she asked. Harley slapped down a mask so hard it cracked. "Plastic! Ha, ha! Get it?"…