Here you are my fellow people, if you have anything to say, you should review. Also, I based my character Carsen off of Jude Law. But of course, you might see him differently.

It was a long walk to Ivy's place, especially when you were carrying two very large and very heavy bags of liquor. After stopping at 'Randal's Spirits and Wines', Harleen made her way down the street to the indoor swimming pool Ivy had taken over with her "babies". She was beginning to wonder, as her body screamed in pain, why the hell she hadn't taken the car she and Joker had stolen the day before. That was a question to forever remain unknown.

What was also unknown to Harley was the pair of eyes that had been watching her since she left the café.

"Ice? Ice usually works. Well, ice it is. Wait, I don't have ice. Shit." Harley muttered contemplating how she would handle her aching body. "Maybe Ivy doe-" She was cut off by somebody bumping into her sending one of the bags of liquor to the ground.

"The fuck, dude?!" She cursed crouching down to pick up the bag hoping there wasn't anything broken. The sound of shattered glass caused her hopes to resemble the fractured bottles of alcohol that now lay in pieces in the brown bad. "Oh that's great! That's real fucking great! Now look at what you did asshole."

"Miss, I'm so sorry. I can pay you back for what I've done, I am truly s-"

"Whatever, it's fine. Just piss off tamp- Alexander?!" Her anger was gone the second she looked up at the man.

"Leeny?!" The man asked equally surprised, his English ascent shifting into a very high pitched sound.

"What are you doing in Gotham?! I thought you were down in Metropolis? How have you been?" Harley gapped at the old friend she'd just run into, well technically, he'd just run into her, but still.

"I was, my work has brought me here. I've been... fairly well. And yourself Leeny?" He replied forcing her into a hug.

"Oh, uh... g-good, yeah good." She laughed nervously. "So what is the great Alexander Carsen working on these days? The cure to cancer? World hunger?" She joked, nudging him on the shoulder. He chuckled and shook his head.

"Unfortunately, nothing quite as remarkable, just some research is all. What about you? What has Harleen Quinzel been up to?" He asked crouching down to pick up his mess. Harley wasn't really sure how to respond, she couldn't exactly tell him the truth. She joined him on the ground to help before replying.

"Oh, nothing really, just hanging around, you know?" Harley laughed inwardly at her pathetic response and stood. They both began walking down the street together.

He laughed, "You know my dear Leeny... You used to be a good liar."

She froze. Did he know about her? Of course he probably did, he lived in metropolis after all. She and Mister J had been down there once or twice. But maybe he hadn't put Harleen Quinzel and Harley Quinn together yet? "Thanks... I guess." She chuckled, attempting to brush off her reaction.

Noticing her tense up he assumed she was in pain and took the bag from her. "What have you really been up to Harleen?"

"Um, I got a job at Arkham Asylum," Yeah, as a patient you dumbass, the little voice in her head scoffed. "I'm leading psychiatrist actually, next to Doctor Joan Leland and Peter Madison. Guess my dreams finally came true," She laughed. She was lying through her teeth and really hoping he didn't notice, but if he did, he didn't say anything about it.

"That's really great Leeny, I'm proud of you." He gave her a warm smile. "Have you gotten to work with any of the so called 'super criminals'? Who am I kidding of course you have, your leading physiatrist. Who are you working with now? I heard Harley Quinn was just brought in by this, uh, Batman, I believe is his name. Have you worked with her at all? I'd love to know what floats around in her head."

She laughed awkwardly, silently thanking that Ivy's was just around the corner. "You know, I actually haven't. Maybe I could talk to Doctor Arkham about it." She paused, hoping to draw out their meeting until they rounded the sidewalk. "Well, this is my stop!" She motioned to the old door with the words 'Parson's Party Pool of Fun' hanging off the window, the letters nearly falling off.

He gave her a strange look. "An indoor swimming pool?" He paused as he read the name of the lovely establishment once more. "Also, Parson's Party Pool of Fun? Seriously? That sounds like a place your child would be kidnapped, Leeny."

"Ha, yeah… long story."

"Well, anyway Leeny, it really was nice seeing you again." He gave her a light hug and gave her back her bag.

"Yeah, it was nice seeing you too, Alexander." She smiled and watched as he went to walk away.

"Hey, maybe I'll see you around some time?" She said, raising her voice so he could hear her.

"Sooner than you think, my sweet little Harleen," He breathed quietly.

"Huh?" Harley asked, unable to hear him.

"I said I'd like that. Goodbye Harleen." He replied, and with that he disappeared into the shadows.

"Goodbye Alex." She mumbled and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Ivy called in a sing-song voice from inside the Parson's pool.

"It's saint fucking nick. Open up bitch, I got boos!" Harley yelled back.

"So I'm not on the naughty list?! Damnit, I tried so hard too!" Ivy laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, just open the goddamn door! I'm cold, Red!" Harley shouted. Ivy complied and opened the door letting Harley in.

Carsen was hiding in the shadows watching Harley. Everything about her was beautiful; he had loved Harley ever since they'd met. He remembered that day perfectly...

It was a cold, rainy Wednesday in Bridgeport, Chicago. The sun was nowhere to be seen and the city almost appeared dead. Most people didn't care if it was raining, they'd still go out. But on this particular day it was different, there was a creepy vibe that seemed to wash over the city, the vibe that said stay inside and lock the doors, something bad was going to happen.

But for Alexander Carsen, the British Chemical Analyst, it was just a normal day for him seeing as it almost always rained where he was from. So, like every other day, he got out of bed, got dressed and headed to work.

Upon his arrival, he took to his work immediately. He spent most of the day going over a chemical compound and its effects on different substances and what not, writing up reports, and observing a new intern.

It wasn't until the early afternoon when he saw her. She was talking with his boss John about something he couldn't quite make out… and she was absolutely stunning.

She was wearing a navy blue shirt dress that hit right above her knees and expressed her beautiful curves perfectly. A deep brown belt sat around her waist, and white scarf rested around her no doubt flawless neck. The light brown cardigan that fell just above where her dress ended and her knee high black boots almost made his legs buckle beneath him.

And when his eyes hit her face he could've swore he started drooling. Her long blonde hair was in a messy fishtail braid that fell down to her belt, and her small silver rimmed glasses framed her moonlight orbs and made her natural makeup look pop, of course the slight cat eye effect definitely helped.

He didn't even notice when she and John made their way over to him.

"Carsen, I'd like you to meet my niece, Dr. Harleen Quinzel. Harleen this is one of my best Analysts here, Alexander Carsen." John introduced them. Harleen's nude lips smiled, flashing her cute dimples and white teeth.

She stuck her hand out to greet him. "Hello Doctor Carsen, It's nice to finally meet you, my uncle has told me so much about you."

He struggled to find his voice, having been lost in hers. It was soft and smooth, but yet rough and deep all the same. It felt like it held such sweet innocence in it, but it also felt like there was something more, something darker.

"Doctor Carsen?" Harleen asked as her perfectly plucked eyebrows scrunched together.

He must have taken too long to reply. "Oh-what? Right! Yes, yeah, um it's lovely meeting you Doctor Quinzel." He snapped out of his haze and took her hand in his. Her hand was so soft. She was so close to him, he could smell her strawberry shampoo.

"Are you alright?" Harleen asked it was obvious she was still unsure of the man she was meeting.

"Yes quite alright indeed. I was just thinking of a report I was writing, that's all. I am sorry about that," He regained his composure and straitened himself slightly, internally letting out a sigh of relief when she lost her look of confusion.

"I understand happens to me all the time." She laughed. "Well, I actually must be on my way; I have a plane to catch. I really hope to see you again, Doctor Carsen, I think we could be great friends someday." She smiled and said goodbye to John before she began to walk off. Just before she left, she flashed him another smile and gave him a wave, and then she was gone.

From that moment on, he knew he had to have her. And if he couldn't... nobody could.