Yay! Joker! I'm sorry I can't write him, but at least I try. :( review! Constructive criticism welcome and appreciated! And sorry i took forever to update, ive been working on a lot of other stories...:(

Chapter 9

Harley

I was clearly in the wrong class. Everyone loomed over me and I felt exceedingly short. In fact, now that I studied my schedule I was pretty sure that someone had messed it up. Or maybe I had. But it was too late to get up and leave now, class had already began. The Professor at the board announced something in a language that sounded foreign and I gaped at the board. Having no other option, I turned and peaked over the broad shoulder of the kid sitting next to me. I was surprised to see is notes perfectly organized and he scribbled words down as quickly as they left the Professor's mouth. I watched, fascinated and absorbed in how he managed to get everything the Professor said, write plots, and draw diagrams. My head spun until I was brought back to reality by the hands of a deep, cold voice.

"Excuse me." I looked up to see him studying me. "Who are you?"

"Um...Harleen Quinzel." I said as I stared back at his dark, nearly black eyes.

"I'm Bruce Wayne." He whispered back. He studied me, his eyes narrowing slightly. "How old are you?" He asked.

"I'm a freshman." I responded. I felt the blush crawl onto my face. I wasn't used to being stared down like this.

"What are you doing in this class? This is-" He was interrupted by a loud noise. I turned to watch someone rush into the doorway, nearly toppling over himself. I blushed when I remembered who he was.

"You're late." The Professor hissed. He simply shrugged in return.

"Well, you know what the-"

"Take a seat." The Professor growled. "And I don't want to hear a word from you." When he opened his mouth to speak, the Professor yelled, "Aah! Not a word." He giggled in response.

"Whatever you sa-"

"Not a word! Now take your seat!" The Professor yelled. It was quite obvious that the Professor had had this student before. He watched him like a hawk as he climbed the aisles, looking for an empty seat. His bright green eyes took one look at me and he smiled a bit bigger, taking the seat to my right.

"Ah, Harley, wh-"

"Not a word from you!" The Professor yelled and a piece of chalk came flying at us. J looked very annoyed but said nothing in return, simply returning the Professor's glare of contempt. The Professor turned back to the lesson and J leaned close to my ear.

"Aren't you a freshman?" He whispered and a chill ran down my spine. I nodded and I heard him giggle. "Good at chemistry, I presume?" I shook my head.

"I want to be a psychologist. I don't even know why I'm here." I whispered. The Professor whirled around and I flinched. He pointed a finger as he studied the room.

"Who's whispering out there? I refuse to have my lesson interrupted for the sake of some conversation." He looked straight at J when he said it. J returned the glare furiously. His mouth twitched as the Professor turned hastily back to his lesson. For some reason, I felt the need to make him feel better. I pulled open my notebook and sat my pen on it. I needed something clever or funny to write...an idea popped into my head.

"Get a cell phone yet, pudding?" I wrote down and slid across the desk towards him. I didn't look at him, though, because I didn't want to risk the Professor's fury again. I peeked out of the corner of my eye to see him writing something down, a small smile on his face. I squirmed in my chair, impatiently waiting for his reply. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see Bruce giving me a look. He slid a piece of paper in front of me.

"Don't get involved with him." I said, and those five words were enough to make my eyes widen.

"Why?" I wrote back, sliding the note back to Bruce.

"He's trouble." The paper read when it was slid back to me. When I looked at Bruce again he was already wrapped back into the lesson, scribbling stuff down as he heard it. I frowned at him. He had no right to boss me around. What did he think he was? I glared at hi angrily before I scooted closer to J. I peeked over his shoulder to see he was writing something on the paper. It wasn't a reply to my question, though. I frowned when I saw what he was writing. it looked like some kind of a script from an old movie, about Romeo and Juliet's time. But it was certainly not Romeo and Juliet. I tried to get a closer look at the words, but when I leaned closer I felt him jerk away.

"What are you dong?" He hissed in such a small voice I almost didn't hear him. I blushed at that. I didn't really have a good answer.

"Seeing what you were writing." He glared at me, his eyes flashing.

"Do I need to separate you as if you're two year olds to get quiet?" J glared at him, but the Professor didn't seem to notice. J hunched back over his page and gave me a look before he continued writing furiously. I slumped over in my seat until I noticed a small note in front of me. I gaped at it.

"Told you."