~Harley's POV~

"HARVEY!" Pamela growled, pounding her fist against the table. A couple hundred campaign posters fluttered in air. I hurriedly tried to collected them. Last night I spent hours on Red's campaign, trying to make all the flyers she needed."Harvey Dent! HE is the one coming after me! Why on earth would that two face son of a bitch want to be president!"

"Pam, Calm down." Selina spoke reassuring, she sat Pamela back on her seat."It's only the two of you, you're bound to win." Her voice purred, calming Red for a few seconds.

I tilt my head, looking across the courtyard. On the other side stood Harvey Dent, a pretty handsome fellow, who was going against Pamela in the election for class president. He was the head of the football team and dating some girl from the debate club. Unlike Waylon or Diego he didn't see mean at all. In fact, Harvey was known across town for his volunteering and acts of goodness. The student wouldn't even tell a white lie, unless of course it was too put all the blame on himself. "What's wrong with Harvey? He's a nice guy."

Both girl's snap their heads around to look at me. Pamela's emerald eyes were blazing fire, filled with rage as if she wanted to tackle me for speaking up. Selina's blue orbs appeared to give me a look which said, I should have known better than to say that. "Nice guy? Nice guy!" Isley through her hands up in the air. "You want to know the truth about this 'nice guy'-"

"Pamela, Calm down."

"He's a manipulative little-"

"Pamela! Don't freak out, people are watching and how many students would vote for some psycho-ex-girl friend?"

She huffed, crossing her arms. "Fine."

Selina pulled me aside, speaking lowly. "Harvey and Red used to date."

"Yeah, Eddie told me..."

"Then you should know he's just doing this to get back at her. She broke his heart now he's taking whatever she wants."

"He should just stick to football and his stupid Rachel girl." Pamela grumbled.

"Rachel? Rachel Dawes from the debate team?"

"Yeah, he really downgraded from Red. Don't you think?"

"Well she seems pretty nice-" I finally noticed the look Selina was giving me and caught on. "Of course! he's probably dying to be with you now."

Red ran a hand through her soft auburn curls, "The votes are counted around the same day as the science fair. Then the day after its announced. 24 hours...that gives us just enough time to sway everyone's vote. Understand? Harley I need that speech to be perfect! No grammar errors or anything, got it?"

"Okay Red, It'll be-"Her eyes shifted above my head. "Wait! There's the bastard now, trying to get Waylon's vote."

"Probably already got it, you know what they say bros before-ex girl friends."

Pamela rolls her eyes in annoyance, before noticing a small geeky kid fumbling with his books. The key to the election, a sly chesire like smile came across the teen temptresses face. "That's it! I'll get Eddie's help. He'll be able to get his dork friends to vote for me and be able to tell us who's ahead with his super brain." She quickly jumped up to her feet, before spraying some of this mysterious and fancy perfume on her. "This should be cake." Pamela played with her hair a second before strutting over to the boy. "Edward! Just the Genius I wanted to see."

"Uh..." The kid looked up from his math book flustered. He didn't seem to understand why she was talking to him. His red face was an indicated that Eddie was imagining the last time they spoke, a.k.a her in a towel. "Y-you wanted to see me?" He stuttered, confused. "Me?"

"Oh yes darling." She wrapped an arm around his shoulder. Edward became putty in her hands. For a smart kid he was easily distracted by Isley.

"What do you want Pamela?"The smell of her perfume hit him as he inhaled deeply.

"What I want? Don't worry, it's not something I want. I was just wondering if you can do a little favor for me?"

I noticed Pamela fiddling with the perfume bottle a little more. A pink mist formed around Eddie and he started to grin widely. "W-what favor, Miss Isley?"

"Can you and your friends vote me for president? I'm sure we could work some sort of 'deal' out if I win." She kissed his cheek and Eddie's face turned about as red as a fire trucks. He nodded quickly over and over again. The kiss caught the attention of Harvey, who stood directly across from her. He growled, making me and Selina laugh. Waylon had a confused look on his face, more focused in the VOTE DENT paper in his hands.

"Oh yeah, Pammy. Take my vote, take my will, take my soul."

Eddie's glasses fell off of him, revealing his eyes which twinkled a weird green color. He looked high, That wasn't like Eddie, something had to be up. I get up to go check on him but Selina steps in front of me. Her head shakes no before sitting me down. According to her this wasn't a wise move. The awkward silence dragged on between me and Selina, "Sooo, you and Bruce? How did you guys meet"

My attempts to make conversation were ignored by Selina. "You should go to hand out flyers, I'll keep an eye on Pam." However, that's not where her jealous eyes lingered. Bruce Wayne had entered the courtyard and started to speak with Harvey Dent. Selina had a protective gaze over him it was only when I turned fully around did I understand why. She wasn't the only girl with her eyes on him. Pamela Isley had noticed the Billionaire heir and began tuning out a love struck Eddie. "Go."

I nod, not wanting to stay for the drama which was about to unfold. Instead I took a pile of fliers to put up inside the school. Almost to the main door, I hear a friendly voice "Need a little help with that?" Johnny opens the door in front of me. Before I could even answer he grabs a handful of them.

"Thanks." I smile, trying to pin up more of Pamela's campaign posters.

"Harleen, do you know what Pam did to Eddie?"

"Did? She went up to ask him to vote for her..."

"Really, something didn't seem right when I passed those two." Jonathan handed me a piece of tape. Once finished with this portion of the hallway, we each picked up our gigantic piles of 'Vote for Pamela' flyers. I could see over the mound I had.

"Oh I don't know." I shrug, " I've never picture Eddie as the flirting type, figure that is why he was acted so weird."

"You'd be surprised how many times he gets flirted with."

"Really?" I spin around to look at him.

"No, not really...well except for this one time, we both went down to-"

"-NAPIER! GET BACK HERE YOU COCKY SON OF A BITCH!" Principle Strange's voice shook the halls. The papers went flying in air as a someone ran past, crashing into both me and Johnny. "Oooff." All the posters rained down on us, flooding the hallway.

"What the heck?" Johnny grumbled, trying to stand up. Our eyes both gazed upon Jack Napier. He stood up infront of us, that was when I notice he was really lacking in the clothing department.

"Like what you see Crow?" Jack smirked slyly with his hands on his hips.

My face flushed bright red, trying to avert my eyes. Jack was completely naked except for one of Pamela's posters which landed right in front of his- Anyways, Johnny's face matched mine in color. "Aren't you missing something clown?" He spoke with disgust in his voice, Johnny kept averting his eyes.

"Clown?" I mumbled softly in confusion as I try to stand up.

"Hey Harles, baby, are you enjoying the view too?" His voice was smooth, calm. He didn't even look embarrassed or shy, I wish I had just a portion of his self confidence.I open my mouth to speak but words escape me. Luckily, I didn't have much time to come up with something to say because Principle Strange was coming straight at us. The old man was running down the end of the hallway with jacks clothing in his hand.

"NAPIER! THIS IS NOT HOW YOU GET OUT OF DETENTION! GET BACK IN HERE! NOW!" The principle was steaming mad. One could almost see his hair falling out. Jack laughed as if this was all one big joke to him.

"Gotta run." Jack winked, making my heart skip a beat. He then turned away from us and bolted down the science hallway.

"Jack-ass." Johnny rolled his eyes, starting to pick up the papers. I stay silent, piling up the papers on my side of the hallway. Surprisingly, Johnny went off into a long rant about Jack Napier. He didn't seem to like him very much. I don't understand why. He was funny, cute, fun to hang around with, confident. I couldn't imagine what was wrong with him. Slowly my mind began to zone Jonathan out, thinking about Napier. He was a lot more attractive and built than I thought. It made his paleness look hot-I mean-well that wasn't the only thing I thought about...and I mean that in the non-dirtiest way possible. I meant if Jack was in school why had he been avoiding me these past few days. Did he not want to speak to me because I vandalized the school. God, I hope he doesn't think I'm some bad kid for doing that. In my defense I don't exactly remember it-"Harleen!" Johnny's voice yelled, snapping me out of my train of thought.

"Yeah?" I look up, in a bit of a daze.

"Isn't that a lot of tape for one poster?" Johnny laughed, pointing to the giant was of tape which formed in my hands. I must have kept unrolling it as I thought about Napier.

I blush, trying to get the huge sticky thing off of me. "Oopsy!" My hands were so closely taped together it made it impossible to get them unstuck. The more I tried to get the tape off the more it seemed to cling to me.

"Wow, you really go off in lala land don't you?" Johnny smirked, chuckling as he attempted to lend a hand. I give a small shrug, not knowing how to respond to that. "What were you even thinking about?"

I feel my face grow hot, therefore it must have been bright red. No way I was going to tell Johnny about my silly crush.

"Ummm...stuff."

"That stuff must be of some importance-"Johnny gave me a small look of disbelief before gazing downwards. It became apparent he didn't know what he was doing. Along side my hands, Jonathan got himself stuck in the tape. He tried to pull his hand away only to find it too weaved in spider trap of tape. " I mean you really got stuck good in here."

"Oh yeah? Maybe it was just extra sticky tape- what's your excuse for being stuck?"

Before Jonathan could respond, a sly grinning Eddie stood before us. "Having fun you two?" The nerd leaned back against the side of the lockers, twirling a pair of scissors in his hands. The grin that was on his face right now, was one that everyone in Gotham High saw daily. It his cocky, I'm smarter than you and I know it, type grin.

"Come on Ed, can you cut me and Harleen lose?"

"Can I? Well, yes I am, physically capable of doing cutting you two free. So I suppose I can." He didn't budge to help us yet. Jonathan groaned in annoyance.

"Will you?" I add, after thinking about it more. Johnny and I would both be teased to death if caught out here when the bells rings. All the students would line the halls like normal to find our hands taped together.

"I suppose I will, but that does not include a period of time for me to achieve this purpose, hence I will confirm that I will cut it before the day is done." I roll my eyes. Sometimes Eddie could be so annoying. Especially, when he had an advantage over you. "-Unless-" He added, getting my attention. "-Unless you answer my riddle. It is a rather easy one because your minds are still simple and developing... Riddle me this-" Crap, no one ever got his conundrums right. "-what asks but never gets answers?"

What? That doesn't even make sense. A lot of things ask questions. Well only humans can talk so people, okay who are some people that ask questions... SCIENTISTS! wait sometimes they get answers...DRAT! okay, okay, Harleen think. What other types of people ask questions, dead people never get answers but they can't even talk...uhh,.. I look to Johnny for help but he too had a perplexed look on his face. I could tell from his expression that he had no clue what the answer was.

"The answer is an owl." A friendly voice comes from behind us, entering the hallway. Edward looked a mixture of shock and disappointment as his glasses almost fall from his head. I spin around to see what student had the intelligence to conjure up the answer so quickly. It was none other then Bruce Wayne himself that came to our rescue. The billionaire smirks, placing his hand out for the scissors. "Are you going to cut them out or shall I since that was the correct answer?"

Quickly, Edward hid his pure shock from being apparent on his face. The disappointment was replaced with the most obvious fake smile I have ever seen. I know what I'm talking about since I hang out with Selina and Pamela 24/7 "Yes, great job Mr. Wayne, the answer is an Owl." He handed over the scissors before crossing his arms stubbornly. I have never seen Edward so mad. The closest thing was last week when he got a 103% on his test instead of a 105% but still even then he only muttered angrily to himself. Right now Eddie was quietly fuming, considering it was the first time anyone proved they had similar intelligence to him by solving his riddles before.

"Here you go Harleen, Jonathan." Bruce gently cut our hands free from the tape. He pretended to not notice Edwards reaction. Jonathan nodded, thanking him for his help before being on his way to go over to Eddie. I imagine Crane wished to scold his friend for his taunting, letting his ego get in the way and keeping us taped together.

After a second of silence I turned to Bruce, confused on one last thing."How is it an owl?" Curious as always I ask, still not fully understanding it.

Bruce bent down to tie his shoe, he was so much more casual then I would imagine a Wayne."I just thought since an Owl's calling is who, who is a question hence hey are always asking it but there is no answer because the forest can not reply to a question that's not fully there or without any intent behind it."

"Oooh." I say as it clicks. Whoa, Bruce Wayne was super smart. Not some rich kid whose head was up in the clouds. I bet it was from his private education or tutor. The riddle made perfect sense to me now, I can't believe how I never saw it. Honestly in a million years I would have never guessed the answer to be some kind animal. I'd be guessing all different people who ask questions. "Thank you for your help. That would have been super embarrassing situation there."

"No problem." Bruce picked up a poster we were trying to get up before tilting his head. He appeared to be studying, "Putting these up?"

"Yeah, I'm Pamela's campaign adviser...or something like that. She said it is like I'm running for president but she gets the title. Same exact experience."

"Then why don't you just run?" Bruce looked confused. "I mean if your doing the work anyways, it's worth a shot."

"I wanted to but I wouldn't win."

"Who told you that?" I stayed silent. I guess it was Pamela's idea but she had a list of reasons why it wouldn't work. I lower my head in thought. She was right thought, it made more sense for her to run. I didn't have the confidence to. Never before had I been one to stand up for myself. It was okay though, Pamela had great odds. Bruce noticed the silence and tried to cover up the awkwardness. "I meant, why won't you run?"

"Because I'm the new girl-" I sigh."-no one really knows me yet and who would vote for a stranger?"

Bruce frowned, "I think your selling yourself short. From what I've heard you would be surprised. A lot of students pretty highly regard you around here. I mean I've heard a lot from Selina, Dent, Barbara and only been around a day or so. You sound like a sweet girl, I'm sure your odds were as good, if not better then hers."

How would they know me? Selina I understand but Harvey Dent? Barbara Gordon? I may have encountered them each once. Maybe he was just saying that. Either way I smile, it was good to know people actually didn't think of me as some freak.

"Thanks."

"Well I must got to go to class, I'll see you around Harleen."

"See you around Bruce, hope you have a good day. Thanks again!" I ramble, waving goodbye as he walks off to class. I hope he has a great day. He was too nice not to. It was so considerate for him to go out of his way and help me and Jonathan. Most kids in Gotham High would just stand back and laugh at Edward messing with us. Not him, not Bruce Wayne. That there was a boy with true respectable qualities. Nice guys like him don't deserve bad days. and I would never ever wish one upon him. Especially, when he's saving us all from our own.