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As I was walking down the street I saw someone in the distance. I sped up my walk a little. Reaching into my pocket I felt the small knife.

As me and the person were a few feet apart from each other I reached out and stopped the woman. She looked up from her phone. Under the street light I saw the same woman from the store the other night.

Her face showed how startled she was.

"Well hello beautiful.. And you are beautiful," I heard myself whisper.

I circled her. I laughed because she was stiff. She didn't move a muscle.

I took a step closer to her. She looked a little startled but then her face softened slightly. I think she recognized me.

Was she following me? I've seen her the past couple of days.

She was shorter than me by at least a head and had long blonde hair. While staring into her emotional blue orbs.

She could be useful. All of a sudden I felt my fist hit her on the side of the head. I think I hit her temple. Sure enough I knocked her out. She started to fall but I caught her with my arms. I picked her up, she wasn't heavy at all. Putting her over my shoulder I started walking back to the warehouse.

When I got in the two men I had left were sitting around having a thumb war.

Idiots.

They noticed I walked in. When they saw I brought a woman in they stood up. I glared at them and they went back to their stupid game.

I went to the other room and dropped her on the couch. She would probably wake up soon. I stood around for a moment not sure what I should do.

Should I just leave her there..?

I decided to keep her there. Grabbing my towel I walked out of the room and into the tiny bathroom. I figured I should wash up and take a shower. I stepped in and let the hot water hit my back.

Watching the green water go down the drain mixing in with the red, black and white paint. I'll have to dye my hair again. I sighed and finished my shower.

I stepped out and stepped into my clothes. Walking into the room where my men were I told them to go get me green hair dye and more face paint. For a moment they stared at me with wide eyes. Then I realized I didn't look like the Joker, I looked like a normal person. They got up and slowly started to walk over to the door.

"Be back in an hour. And hurry up!", popping the p at the end.

I walked into the room where the woman was sleeping. She had something on her shirt.

Was that a name tag? 'Dr. Harleen Quinzel' it said.

That's uh, quite the name. I laughed to myself.

I got up and sat down on a chair across the room from her. After waiting for what seemed like forever she turned in her sleep but then went still. She was still asleep. I sighed from being frustrated.

When the hell would she wake up?! And where were the men? They were supposed to be back by now.

I growled.

Did I knock her out too hard?...

I started to worry a little. But why was I worrying? She was just some girl off the street. My thoughts were interrupted when the two men walked in. They were carrying some drugstore plastic bag.

One of them took out the hair dye and face paint. Grabbing it out of his hands I walked into the bathroom. I squeezed some of the dye onto my hands and lathered it into my hair. The bottle said only fifteen minutes.

After the fifteen minutes was over I washed the dye out of my hair and did my normal routine. I sighed and sat on the edge of the tub. Reaching into my pocket I took out my favorite knife and turned it through my fingers. I got lost in deep thought. My thoughts stopped when the knife slipped between my hands. It clanked to the tiled floor.

I looked at my hands and I had a deep cut at the bottom of my left hand. The cut started to bleed more and more then I thought it would. I touched it and cursed under my breath.

Getting up I walked out of the bathroom. I went into my room and grabbed a needle and thread. I sat on the side of the tub again and started weaving the thread through my wound. I winced a little at the pain. After I finished I went to check on Harleen.

Harleen Quinzel. Harleeeen Quinnzelll. I'd have to think of a nickname for her.

I walked over to check on her. When I got down to her level I stared at her for a moment. I could see her eyeballs moving behind her closed lids. Then she turned.

What will she do when she wakes up? What should I do when she does wake up?

She shifted in her sleep. Her eyes slowly started to open. Lifting her hand she moved it to her forehead and flinched. Probably from the pain. She turned her head.

"Well uh, hello Harleeen."

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