A/N – Sorry I took a while to write this chapter. I've been super busy lately! Also, I realized that my first chapter was pretty short so I will attempt to make this one longer! Also, thanks for the reviews guys! They really encouraged me to keep writing!

Chapter 2: Harley, Meet Mr. Joe Kerr

Harley Quinn. She knew that wasn't her real name, but did it matter? Nobody would dare to call her by her real name. Harleen Quinzel no longer existed in this world, only in her head. Harleen constantly nags on Harley: She tells her she's making a huge mistake, that she can be better than this. But she didn't want to be better than this. What was this? Was it her being a criminal? Was it because she was crazy? Or maybe it was both? Harley didn't know, but she also didn't care. That's why she was where she was right now.

Gotham is full of perverts, and Harley was their main target. It's not really necessary to explain why, so let's not. But about 90% of them knew not to mess with Harley. Too bad for the 10% of perverted men that would die. Harley was capable of just about everything. She even defeated the Bat once! But she didn't think too much of it. She was really only interested in having fun and world domination actually sounded pretty boring to her.

Today she had decided to just take a walk. No killing, no stealing, just a simple stroll through the streets of Gotham. As she was walking, she had the feeling that she was being followed. Harley tried not to make this too obvious, though, and just kept her hand by her purse which contained a switchblade. Then she heard footsteps coming towards her at a fast pace. Crap. She went to reach inside of her purse, when suddenly she was grabbed from behind. Her eyes went wide as she tried to see who was behind her.

The mysterious person dragged her into an alley, slamming her against the wall. Harley then got a view of the person. She made a weird face as she saw it was an elderly man. Jeez, for a grandpa, he's pretty strong! She thought to herself. The man then grabbed the blade out of her purse and held it up to her neck. Who does he think he is? What the hell does he think he's-

Her thoughts were cut off when the man started to speak "Listen you little slut," he started with a deep, scratchy voice "This is Gotham city. You can't walk around in some skin-tight costume around here. Or else you might get into some trouble." With that, he slid the knife down her costume slowly, ripping it in half. Hey! Wait a stinkin' minute! Is he gonna try and rape me? Oh, he doesn't know who I am, does he? Ha! I'll just show him then!

Harley looked at the man and smirked. "Oh, I'll give ya what you want. But I don't think this is necessary." She pushed the blade away slowly, letting it fall to the ground. The man grinned and shook his head "You really are a slut." She was so tempted to punch the man, but she wanted to have some fun with this. "Yeah, I guess I am." Harley slid down, sitting down on her knees. The man chuckled as she unzipped his pants. Harley's calm expression became furious as she raised her fist and punched him in the crotch.

The man screamed and fell onto the ground, looking up at Harley who was now standing up with the switchblade in her hand. She laughed and walked over to him "You're new in these parts, aren't ya? You act like ya know Gotham, but apparently not. Newsflash buddy," She held the knife to his mouth "You never, ever, mess with Harley Quinn. She might get you into trouble." She mocked his earlier words and shoved the knife down his throat roughly. Harley took out the knife after he stopped breathing and smiled.

Harley looked down and frowned as she saw her ripped costume. Great. She sighed and tried to hold it together, but it barely covered anything. Suddenly, she heard a man whistle and quickly turned around. Standing there was a man in a purple coat and fedora. The fedora covered his features very well. The only thing she could make out was his incredibly pale skin. The man walked over to her, chuckling "I can see why he'd choose you." He pulled out a knife and pointed it at her. Harley narrowed her eyes and held her costume as closely together as possible. Aw, great! Who's this guy?

The guy then rushed at her and slammed her against the wall, his arm on her throat. Harley coughed and struggled to breath "W-what the hell?! What's your problem?!" The man simply laughed with no amusement whatsoever "What's my problem?" He took of his hat, and her eyes widened. The Joker… She thought in amazement. "My problem is that somebody," He chuckled "That's you, toots." Joker continued "Somebody is stealing my act!" He narrowed his eyes at her and grit his teeth.

Harley blinked "Excuse me? Why would I steal your act?" Joker moved his arm and pulled out his knife "I can show you why you shouldn't." She rolled her eyes "This is why I wouldn't. You're too predictable! It's pretty boring, really. Sure, other people may not know what you're gonna do, but I can tell. All you care about is Batman, and it's pretty stupid! I had the opportunity to kill the guy! That's what they all expected me to do. That's why I didn't do it! You only do all your tricks and gags to get Batman's attention."

Joker just stood there with wide eyes. Was.. Was she telling me that I'm too predictable? I'm not predictable! I'll even prove it! "You're right." He said simply. Harley looked at him and raised an eyebrow "You're right. I am too predictable." He shoved his knife in his pocket "Y'know, doll face, I like what I've heard about you. Especially the name! Harley Quinn, like the harlequin! Very clever and creative! So how would you like to be my partner in crime? Hm? C'mon, you're only going to get this one chance!"

He was just about to kill me and now he's offering for me to be his partner? Well, maybe he isn't as predictable as I figured. Harley pretended to think for a moment, then she smiled. "Alright, fine. But here's the deal." She pushed him away and pointed at him "You're going to respect me." She poked him in the chest. "You're going to give me credit." She poked him again. "And I better get presents on my birthday." Harley giggled and smiled cutely. Joker chuckled and nodded "Alright, kiddo, you've got yourself a deal." He handed her his coat and grinned. She raised an eyebrow, confused. "I figured you might not want to walk around like that." He pointed to the tear in her costume. She blushed and quickly put the coat on, wrapping it around herself as Joker laughed. They then began to walk out of the alley.