It was now twilight out as Harley Quinn was walking back toward the home she shared with The Joker, struggling to carry the heavy bag of sod she had just bought to repair the damage she had accidentally caused to the front yard. This task would have been a lot easier if The Joker had have just let her use the car but he had been a lot harsher toward her since 'it' happened. Harley remembered the horrific incident as if it were only yesterday; she and Poison Ivy were having a drink at The Pinguin's Bar and Harley Quinn was particularly depressed that night. She hadn't heard from her beloved Joker in months and according to The News, he had been brutally murdered by The Puppet Master. The widow knocked back another glass of her vodka, before breaking down crying into the sleeve of her Jester Costume as her closest friend Poison Ivy attempted to comfort her.

"Come on Harl', please don't cry; you're better off without that creep..." Poison Ivy attempted to comfort her friend but this only made her cry even harder. Harley knew that Ivy had good intentions but she still didn't like to hear other people speak that way about her supposedly dead husband.

"Don'tcha get it Red? No, I'm not! I'm nothin' without him! I'm nothin'..." Harley sobbed and it was true; she was Harley Quinn, she only made sense with The Joker, nobody else. Ivy frowned, she needed to think of a way to get her friend's mind off of her supposedly deceased husband and fast.

She scanned the bar for any attractive men when she happened to spot one that went by the name of Floyd Lawton, A.K.A Deadshot. A smirk spread across her countenance at the sight of him. He would be perfect for Harley.

"Oh Harl'? Look..." Ivy grabbed her best friend's head and turned it in the direction she was looking in.

"Look at that poor young man over there, sitting in the corner all by himself...He looks lonely...We should go say 'hi'..." Ivy smirked as she began to lead Harley over to Deadshot, despite her protests. Deadshot glanced up at them once they approached him, giving them a quick once over, before smirking flirtatiously at the two, young ladies.

"Well hello Ladies...The name's Deadshot...What can I do for you two lovely ladies tonight?" He flirted as Ivy shoved Harley into his lap.

"Harley Quinn. See? The poor girl just recently lost her husband and she could use some cheering up." Ivy explained.

"Aw, that's too bad but don't worry baby; I'll help you forget all about him..." Deadshot promised as he grabbed Harley by the arm and lead her toward the back of the bar. Unknown to both Deadshot and Harley, The Joker had just entered the bar, rubbing the area around his face in pain as he had just recently had the skin of his face reattached to his head. He perked up once he had noticed Poison Ivy as he quickly rushed over to her in the hopes that she would know where his wife was.

"Pam'?" He asked, gaining her attention.

"J-Joker?!" Ivy gasped as she was surprised to see that he had survived his encounter with The Puppet Master. What a shame and she was hoping that Harley would finally be rid of him for good too.

"Have you seen Harley anywhere? I have to find her..." He begged desperately. Ivy grinned sinisterly as she got a devilish idea due to the current circumstances.

"Why she's right this way...Follow me..." She explained as she began leading The Joker toward the back. Meanwhile, Deadshot was trying his hardest to seduce Harley but to no avail. She only wanted to be with The Joker and no other man in the world could change that. She was meant to be with him and she could just feel it.

"Come on baby; I know you're down about that other guy but try to have a little fun..." He convinced. Well, maybe it wouldn't hurt for her to try and find new love, maybe she didn't have to stay Harley Quinn, maybe she could be with and become someone else. She leaned in hesitantly, before giving Deadshot a small kiss on the lips. She felt nothing from the kiss, it didn't feel right to her, he didn't feel right to her. She quickly pulled away, before looking down sadly.

"I'm sorry...I can't..." She apologized, earning a sympathetic look from Deadshot.

"Harley?!" The Joker asked in absolute horror and disbelief at the sight of his wife kissing another man, earning the attention of both Harley and Deadshot. He had only been gone for a few months and Harley had already replaced him this quickly? He could feel his heart shatter like glass as tears began to stream down his cheeks. He quickly covered his eyes with his forearm, before running out of the building.

"P-Puddin'?! Mistah. J, wait!" Harley cried out as she shoved Deadshot away from herself and took off running after her husband. She was so happy and relieved to see that he was still alive but now she had a new problem to deal with as she was stopped by her supposed friend Ivy.

"Let go of me!" Harley shrieked as she struggled to get free but Ivy only smirked at her.

"But don't you see Harl'? My plan worked; you're free of him now." Ivy explained happily as the realization had begun to sink in.

"You did this...WHY WOULD YA DO THAT TO ME RED?! To us?! WE HAVE A FAMILY!" Harley shrieked as she snatched her arm away from her former friend.

"Because Harl', you deserve better than him! He's an abusive, male-chauvinist pig! You're better off without him..." Ivy explained as Harley's eye twitched. This was all her fault, the one person who was suppose to be her best friend and have her back had just ruined her whole life for her.

"You say that but you're not gonna be the one who comes home and all your stuff's out in the yard! YOU SEXIST!" Harley growled, before delivering a hard, brutal punch to Ivy's nose, causing it to bleed and knocking her unconscious. She then ran out of the bar to find her husband. When she finally did find him, he had kicked her out of their hideout.

"But Mistah. J, let me explain..." Harley began, only to have to duck to avoid the suitcase full of Harlequin Costumes that The Joker had violently thrown straight toward her head.

"I was gone for six months Harley! SIX STINKIN' MONTHS AND YOU START GOING OUT WITH THAT GIGOLO?!" The Joker shouted as he stood in the doorway to block Harley's path so that she couldn't get back into their hideout.

"I wasn't goin' out with him! It was just one kiss puddin'; it didn't mean nothin', I swear!" Harley defended.

"Tell that to your new boyfriend!" The Joker shouted before slamming the door in Harley's face, leaving her to sulk on the doorstep of their hideout. It had taken several, cheesy stunts, before Harley had finally gotten The Joker to get back together with her but things had never really been the same since then. The Joker had barely even spoken to her anymore and when he did, it was to insult her or yell at her and that wasn't the worst of this situation; The Joker had already made an attempt on his own life three times and this frightened Harley.

It was then her cellphone rang. She had set the heavy bag of sod down so that she could get her phone from her purse to answer it.

"Hello?" She asked as she waited for a response from whoever was on the other line.

"Hello Harl'..." It was Poison Ivy. Harley Quinn narrowed her eyes at the sound of the all-too familiar voice of the person that had just ruined everything for her.

"Ivy...Whadaya want?! Haven't ya caused enough trouble?!" Harley complained. When she and The Joker had moved, she was hoping that they would finally be rid of Ivy trying to come between them but she had stupidly forgotten to change her phone number, which she now mentally kicked herself for.

"Harl' this whole 'trying to become normal' thing is ridiculous; when are you going to stop this nonsense and come home?" Ivy asked in concern as she felt guilty for what she had done to her best friend's relationship. She knew it was all her fault that they had moved and she just had to fix it somehow.

"This 'is' our new home now Red; we're doin' this for our son's sake, not because of what you did but I would appreciate it if you'd never call this number ever again!" Harley screamed into the phone before violently hanging up on Poison Ivy. She was unaware that she was standing near a fence that surrounded a field full of horses as she was startled by one of them huffing into her ear. She quickly picked up her bag of sod and fearfully began running home in the dark. Now she truly did wish that her and The Joker weren't fighting so that she could have used the car.

TO BE CONTINUED...