Three hours later,
Peter was back at his apartment, thinking about how he's now partners with Harley Quinn.
"How am I supposed to be partners with a madwoman that has face paint, and I don't even know how to get in contact with her?" Peter thought as he put his costume in the washing machine when a piece of paper fell out. He looked to see a phone number on it with hearts around it, "never mind."
Peter grabbed his old phone. He typed in the phone number into the phone, and it started calling for a moment before someone picked it up. He heard a familiar voice.
"Hello, is it who thinks, but if it's a telemarketer, I'll find you and chop your fucking head off," Harley said.
"No, Harley, this is Spider-man," said Peter.
"Spidey, how's it going?"
"I'm fine. Why did you give me your phone number? "
"So that we can stay in contact, and now when do you want to start this partnership? I was thinking about tomorrow."
"I've got nothing to lose, except maybe insanity." Peter thought for a moment, then he answered, "fine, we'll meet at seven o'clock at the warehouse."
"Great seeing you there, partner." Harley hangs up.
Peter sighs, "Tomorrow is going to be a long night."
The next day, Spider-Man walks into the warehouse, and he looks around to see no sign of Harley.
"Where could she be?" Spider-man thought
Then a pair of eyes covered his eyes, "guess who it is?"
"A woman with white face paint," said Spider-man.
"Funny now, turn around."
Spider-man turned around to see Harley wearing a different outfit; she wore a jester hat, a black eye mask with lens, a red-black, blue-collar tight shirt, a red and black cape, black high boots, and a brown gun holster that had her grapple hook. Leaning on her hip was an oversize mallet.
"So what do you think of my outfit?" said Harley
"Actually, it looks pretty good," said Spider-man.
Harley smiles and says, "Thanks, now what crime are we going to kick ass?"
"First, we need to lay some ground rules."
"Okay."
"Number one, no killing; number two, don't beat the criminals to a bloody pulp; and, finally, don't do anything too crazy."
"Got it, partner. I will be on my best behavior."
7:58 PM
A man wearing a Met cap decides to jaywalk across the street, then, swinging on her grapple hook, Harley dropkicks him into a trash can.
"What the fuck?" said the man.
Harley walks up to the man and says, "Next time, take the crosswalk." Harley looks up at Spider-Man, who is on the rooftop waiting for approval, and he shakes his head.
8:25 PM
Spider-man and Harley stopped a drug deal, and when one of the drug dealers tried to pull out a gun, Harley got the gun out of his hand and shot his foot.
Harley looks at Spider-Man, who has his arm crossed, "What? He's not dead. "
Spider-man sighs, "fine."
"Great." Harley throws the gun into the trash can.
10:01 PM
After a night of patrolling the streets and trying to keep Harley in line, it was time for Spider-Man to go home.
"Alright, I'm calling this a night," said Spider-man.
"Oh man, I was really getting into this hero business," said Harley.
"Yeah, well, a hero needs some sleep." Spider-man was about to shoot a web line, but Harley stopped him.
"Hey, um, if you don't mind, partner, can I crash at your place?"
"Why?"
"I lost my house key." Harley blushed, feeling embarrassed.
"Really?"
"Yes, it's the truth. I can't find the damn thing. "
Spider-man thinks for a moment, and Harley looks at him with puppy dog eyes.
Spider-man groans, "fine, you can crash at my place just for the night."
"Yes!" Harley hugs Spider-man.
Spider-man awkwardly hugs Harley back. "I'm keeping the mask when we get to my place."
"I don't mind that at all." Harley then thought, "I can work my magic getting to know you better, Spidey."