VIII

Harleen breathed in sharply and paid attention to the cold barrel on her skin. She wasn't at all surprised that The Joker was holding her at gunpoint. He gave her electroshock therapy, pointing a gun at her wasn't beneath him. He cackled as she shivered underneath him. Little did he know, she wasn't shaking out of fear. It was freezing outside tonight.

"Go ahead Mr. J. Shoot me." Harley whispered. The Joker's face dropped. It wasn't as fun if she asked for it. He lowered his gun.

"Waste of a bullet." he said as he put his piece back in his holster. Harley shivered at the cold night air and slowly got to her feet. The Joker watched her as she stood and looked conflicted. He started to say something then fought with himself in his own mind. He grabbed Harley by the hair and pulled her lips to his. She sighed into him and wrapped her arms around him. Just as the kiss intensified, The Joker looked to the side of Harley. Still latching his lips to hers, he saw a dark figure weaving through buildings. "We gotta go princess. The rodent is here." J said as he grabbed Harley's hand and dragged her to the rooftop stairs. Harley could barely keep up, but they finally made it to the club. Frost had J's car waiting and J wasted no time. He ordered Harley to get in and they sped off into the night. The Joker pulled up to the apartment building and tossed his keys to his guard in the front. Harley and J made their way down to their apartment and plopped themselves on the extended sofa.

"Batman." The Joker scoffed. "He just cannot let things go, can he?" J complained. Harley knew exactly what he was talking about but he had never actually told her. She read it in his initial file at Arkham. The Joker had murdered Robin and Batman was bitter. But Harley played along.

"What are you talkin' about Puddin'?" She asked. The Joker took a swig of liquor and wiped his mouth.

"I may have killed his little sidekick, Robin. It's not like the kid didn't have it comin'." J rebutted. Harley smiled.

"We should kill Batman." Harley suggested.

"Oh yeah let's do that." The Joker said sarcastically. "If you think it were that easy, I wouldn't have fed him his own eyeballs by now? I've tried. He may be annoying but he is a tough cookie." The Joker continued.

"Yeah but now you got me Puddin'. I can help." Harley said looking up at him with her head in his lap.

"Oh yeah how?" The Joker questioned.

"I don't know. I just know I can." She answered.

"Yeah yeah. When are we gonna do this whole kill the Bats thing?" The Joker asked.

"All in good time Puddin'. All in good time." She said smiling up at him. The Joker smiled a devilish grin and pulled his head down to plant a kiss on her lips. The King knew then that he was much more lethal with his Queen by his side.

The next six months were the best and worst of Harley's entire life. She and The Joker were Gotham's most feared crimelords. Harley had started to assist The Joker in his business and she was now just as feared as he was. Harley was over the moon in love with The Joker. He bought her everything she wanted and he bought her things on the side constantly. He spoiled her rotten and she loved it. But what she really wanted from him, she was learning she would never have. She wanted him to tell her how much he loved her. She knew in his own sick way, he loved her more than anything. But she needed him to say it. They both had major tempers and this was made obvious almost daily. Harley and The Joker bounced back from fighting to the death to intense screwing almost daily. Harley's family had been trying to get ahold of her for months. The Joker told her that their Harleen was gone and to not get their hopes up. She figured it was for the better. Her body count was piling up.

Harley woke up the next evening and ran her hand across her lover's side of the bed. Nothing. She sat up and looked around their lavish bedroom. The Joker had obviously gotten a head start on their business for the night. Harley dressed in her red and black leather get up. She put her hair in cute pigtails. She was sure to double curl her blue and red ends. Harley looked at her phone and smiled.

At the club. Meeting w/ Monster T at 9. Meeting will be over by the time you get here. Need you to get a location on Commissioner Gordon. No questions.- J

Harley put her phone in her pocket and headed up to the third floor to steal a couple of J's henchmen. She got to the messy floor and all of the men straightened. They shut up and stared at her in fear. She looked at them curiously, "What? Do I have something' on my face?" Harley asked as she touched her face. One of the bigger guys stood up.

"No boss lady. Just waitin' for your orders." He replied. She smiled.

"Oh good. Thanks for being so dutiful….what is your name again?" Harley asked.

"Randy, Ms. Quinn. It's Randy." The man said nervously. These guys were like a bunch of scared kittens ever since that one time. One of J's men was plotting against J one night and Harley overheard. Before she could think, she took her mallet and beat his skull in. It was fun but now they were all scared of her. She made the guys clean it up and she never told J. He never noticed one of his guys was gone anyway.

"Cool. I need you and a couple others to come with me. We are doing' surveillance on Gordon tonight. Mr. J's orders." Harley said. The guys nodded and Randy picked out a couple guys. They made their way out of the building and headed towards Gotham PD. Harley sat in the van with her binoculars and scoped out Gordon. He was getting into a police cruiser and took off.

"Follow him." Harley ordered the driver. They took off and followed the cruiser. They made their way to the other side of the city and Harley noticed they were heading towards Wayne Manor. They parked the van next to the wooded area in front of Wayne Manor and Harley watched Gordon head into the mansion.

"What the hell does Gordon want with Wayne?" Harley asked herself. "Head back to Gotham PD. I wanna search Gordon's files." Harley asked.

"But Boss, the PD is filled with pigs. How will you get in there?" Randy asked.

"Don't worry about it Randy. I've got it covered." Harley said as she winked at Randy. He blushed and drove them to Gotham PD. Harley instructed the guys to stay behind while she snuck into the back of the police station. Harley tip-toed through the back entrance of the brick building and scaled the pale blue walls. Harley saw a bunch of cops coming down the hallway so she ducked into another hallway. She turned and saw Gordon's office and let herself in. His office was cleaner than clean and organized to the core. She noticed a baseball bat on display behind Gordon's desk. She ignored her curiosity and started going through Gordon's files. Nothing. She went to his computer and searched through his e-mail archives. Still nothing. Then she saw a file on his desktop that read, 'dark night'. She smiled and clicked. It was of course password protected. Harley tried to channel her psychiatrist instincts to guess the code. She typed a few that were incorrect and just before she was going to smash the computer to bits, she guess the right one. Harley saw a bunch of blueprints of the batmobile and letters from Bruce Wayne. She kept reading and finally understood why J had been suspicious of Gotham PD's hero. Bruce Wayne is Batman. Batman is Bruce Wayne. Harley laughed to herself manically. Just as she was taking photos of each page on the screen, the office door flew open. Harley shot her head up and saw Jim Gordon standing in front of her, looking petrified.

"Harley Quinn." Gordon breathed out.

"Heya Jimmy! Long time no see!" Harley said smiling from ear to ear.

"What are you doing here Quinn? Are you alone?" Gordon said as he looked around nervously. Harley rolled her eyes.

"He ain't here tonight. Just me." Harley said. "I was just checkin' to see why you are seem to be so tight with Bruce Wayne." Harley said suggestively. He gasped, but tried to stifle it.

"What did you see?" Gordon questioned. Harley wasn't stupid.

"Oh nothin' Gordon, chill out! I was just curious. But didn't find anything sadly." She said as she got up out Gordon's office chair. "You aren't gonna tell anyone I was here right Jimmy? I really don't wanna have to call my boys in here to rip apart your precinct." Harley said as she leaned on Gordon's giant file cabinet.

"You know I can't just let you go Quinn. We have been looking for you and your boyfriend for months now. You are both wanted criminals." Gordon said.

"For what?!" Harley said with her arms up.

"Murder. Theft. Arson. Assault. Should I continue?" Gordon asked. Harley smiled.

"Nah you're right. I get it." Harley said as she reached for the baseball bat on the wall display. Gordon jerked his hand to his holster but stopped himself. "This is a nifty bat, Gordy. Where did ya get it?" Harley asked.

"I got it from a very well known major league player." He said, starting to sound calmer. This was one of Harley's many talents. She could get anyone to trust her and remain calm in her presence.

"Ah nice. I never followed baseball. Hey, what's goin' on out there?" Harley asked as she nodded to the window in Gordon's office. He turned to see what she meant and Harley swung the bat swiftly at Gordon's temple. He landed to the ground in one blow and was out cold. Harley smiled and pranced out of the office. She saw one of J's guys slide open the black van door and she hopped in.

"Nice bat." Randy said. Harley looked at her trophy.

"Thanks." She said smiling.