"A JOB!" That's what Harley Quinn said when she bounded out of bed in her new bedroom. For today was her first day out she needed a job, in fact she probably would have spent a day lounging around thinking about the joker. However the thought of Batman finding out she had defied him made her shudder. She didn't have the Joker, the henchmen or even Red to defend her. She jumped in the shower, washed up and then once she was dressed she combed out her blonde hair. Looking in the mirror she almost didn't recognize herself and hurriedly, before the image could stick she put her hair back in the two ponytails.

She walked a total of two miles to get to the first company she was interviewing for. Her hoodie allowed her to keep her head down and not be recognized while she muttered what she was planning on saying over and over again.

"Hi, my name is Harley Quinn! And I am very interested in working for your company. I have a PHD is psychology, I am a regional champion in women's gymnastics and I am a reliable hardworking person!"

Over and over again she said the sentences until they became no longer words but noises she strung together to match the beat of her heels on the sidewalk.

The building was a glistening blue with floors made of glass and lights that streamed down like falling stars. Harley took a gulp of the chilly autumn air and entered the halls. The tall skinny receptionist didn't look up as Harley approached, her small phone piece was in her ear and when Harley asked which floor she barely put up three fingers to give the answer.

"Thanks toots," Harley said rushing to the elevator. With her hood still around her she strolled quite happily into the crowded golden elevator and as the door yawned closed a mirror appeared.

The people behind her looked so fancy in their pants suits and designer clothing that Harley felt a pang of embarrassment as she watched her own outfit through the reflection, so she pulled off her hoodie to expose her white blouse underneath and with it a white smile appeared.

Suddenly screams started erupting around the elevator echoing off the steel walls until it sounded like a murderous roar.

"Hey what's going on?" Harley shouted back to the people who seemed to be trying to claw up the elevator walls. Then as the doors opened, like a rush of animals they flurried out leaving Harley the sore in everyone's eyes, as she remained alone in the elevator with the entire floor staring at her with fear and apprehension.

She ignored the whisperings angrily, how could no one believe she could be good and hold down a job? Well she was ready to show them that she could change that there was no way she was going back to crime, until the Joker got out at least.

"It's the clown girl!"

"Harley Quinn?"

"Where is the Joker?"

Harley ignored them all and decided that their must have been a spider or something in the elevator, as much as she knew it was a lie she needed the confidence and ignorance to bound happily to the desk of the manager.

"Hiya! My name is Harley Quinn. And I am very interested in working for your company! I have a PhD is psychology and –"

"CALL THE POLICE!"

"Hey I never did anything!" she yelled back to the manager whose face was puffed up and red while waving his mobile phone at her as some kind of subordinate weapon.

"Get her out of here!" the guy called threateningly and suddenly two guards came rushing out of he glass doors towards Harley. Both the guards were triple her size and muscular enough to have their blue guard suits specifically tailored to their bursting muscles and thick bulging necks.

"Well thanks for your time gotta go!" Harley squealed to the exasperated manager and began to run back to the elevator just in time to miss the guards slamming into the closing doors behind her.

Harley put her head into her hands on the descent back down, "Aw that didn't go as well as I thought it would!" she muttered sulkily. The elevator doors opened to the scene of five guards in a line blocking her exit. As she backed into the elevator realizing why the others had tried to claw up the doors the five guards pounded into it each one grabbing her forcefully ignoring her screams of innocence and treating her like an explosion that despite her blonde hair and delicate figure could explode at any minute.

"AND STAY OUT!" the head guard yelled as Harley landed on the sidewalk after his impressive yet callous throw. For a moment Harley stayed sitting on the pavement. This morning everything seemed so easy, to just walk in and have a job, lord knows that she was smart enough to handle one.

But, once she managed to pick herself up and dust the sidewalk off of her short red skirt her smile appeared back.

"It's alright, I'll just do what the Joker says, laugh at pain. Guess this time it's just my pain," she said to herself as she looked up to the next large building, it was the Hotel El Frances, "I could be a receptionist," she said out loud again, "Hello there toots, mistah toots, I am Harley Quinn what can I do for you! Aaaaaah I nailed it" she screamed to herself. With a boat of confidence she danced willingly into the building.

"AND GET OUT!"

Once more Harley Quinn landed on the sidewalk.

"The only way you will greet people in my hotel is over my dead body!" the owner yelled before having the doors locked promptly behind him.

This time Harley lay flat on the sidewalk she had been thrown onto. Yes, people stared but mostly they just ran past her screaming something about the clown crazy woman. When she finally got up she twirled her blonde ponytail through her fingers and took some strawberry gum from her pocket to eat.

"This'll cheer me up!" she stated happily blowing pink coloured bubbles. Right next one!

"Six" Harley said sadly as she dragged her feet to down the street ready for the two-mile walk to her apartment. Six jobs she had interviewed and six times she had landed on the sidewalk so hard that now her backside was so sour she couldn't fake a smile, and that used to be her speciality.

She put her hoodie back around her and put the hood up so that she would be unrecognisable as Gotham city went into night and the only light came from the passing companies that refused to hire her.

"WAW" she squealed as she accidentally walked right into a passing figure, dressed in a brown plaid coat and a black hat covering the top of his head.

"Sorry Mistah!" she said as he held out a hand to help her up after she once again bounced onto the sidewalk.

"Are you OK?" the worried voice asked and maybe it was the stress of the day getting to Harley but tears started to fall down her face to fast for her to wipe them off before the figure could see them.

"No," she said, "I have interviewed for six jobs and no one will hire me! If I can't get a job I'm going to go back to Arkham!" she began to cry as she said it as if she had just confirmed her own fate. Tears not streaming down her face that was hidden by her hood.

"Maybe I can help you out," the voice said and as soon as the words passed his lips Harley stopped crying and looked up to the man she had run into to.

"Hey, don't I know you!" she suddenly squealed. Without warning she took the hat off the man's face and there right in front of her own unmasked eyes was Bruce Wayne the billionaire.

"But, but, but your Bruce Wayne!" Harley suddenly blushed, didn't he know who she was? That she had pulled a gun on him many times and tried to ruin his company?

"Miss Quinn would you like to interview for the job?"

Fear hit her suddenly, he did know who she was! "You, you, you recognise me!" she stuttered nervously.

Bruce smiled down at the stuttering girl who looked almost normal in her sweatshirt, a huge difference from the girl he had seen in the prison jumpsuit just the day before.

"Miss Quinn your face is very well known in this town but I do assume that you are trying to change this image. Are you serious about looking for a job because I do have an opening," Bruce said gesturing back to the entrance of his company which bore the name Wayne Enterprise above the door.

Harley couldn't stop the huge grin that was coming over her face and leapt to Bruce for a hug, "THANK YOU!" she yelled while hanging on to him tightly.

Bruce blushed as she re-administered herself onto the floor. Though she was the criminal he had often dragged kicking and screaming into the asylum, she was still a twenty-three year old attractive woman who had hypnotised many of the male criminals in the prison.

"That's alright Miss Quinn. You start tomorrow at 9, report to my office," he said holding out his hand which Harley took enthusiastically!

"AH thanks Mistah Wayne! You'll see me there!" she said with a huge grin and she had almost forgotten completely about her back-pain and how most of the day had been wasted.

Tomorrow she was going to be what she called "a working gal!"