Harley slid on a lacey pair of boy shorts and a matching bra.
"Hey hun can ya get me my shirt," asked Joker who was also dressing.
She picked up the shirt on the other side of the room.
"No," she said playfully and put it on herself, "Besides, I wanna know how you got all your scars,"
"That's a lotta scar stories Har-ley," he looked at his bare chest full of bullet holes and knife wounds.
"I know," she buttoned his shirt halfway, "I've got time,"
Suddenly the phone rang.
Harley groaned in frustration, "It's probably my boss, she won't stop calling me,"
"I'll get it," Joker zipped his purple pinstripe pants.
"No," Harley squealed, she rushed toward the phone before the clown, "Hello," she said picking it up.
"Dr. Quinzel?" it was Commissioner Gordon.
"Who is it?" Joker whispered poking at her like a little boy.
"The police Commissioner," Harley answered while covering the phone.
She flopped down onto the couch expecting a long winded conversation. Mr. J sat beside her.
"I'm going to get right to the point, we have reason to believe you may be in danger," explained Gordon.
"In danger of what?" she asked confused.
"Well, the Joker," the commissioner said.
"Oh yeah sorry, I forgot," giggled Harley.
"What's he sayin'?" Joker poked her again.
Harley covered the phone, "He says I'm in danger of you,"
Joker laughed.
"Shhh, he'll hear you," shushed Harley returning to the phone, "Sorry Commissioner you were saying?" she twisted a pony tail around her finger.
"Dr. Quinzel this is actually quite serious,"
"I'm sorry it's just, I dunno, why would I be in any danger?" she asked.
"Well obviously you had a relationship with the Joker," said Gordon.
Harley cut in, "Yes a patient doctor relationship, that's all,"
Joker giggled and began kissing Harley's neck.
"I assumed that doctor, anyway we've also been informed the Joker was particularly interested in you,"
"Who said that?" Harley recalled her last therapy session with Jonathan Crane.
Her mood became serious, Harleen Quinzel come back into reality. Though Joker was now on top of her kissing and biting down her neck.
"That isn't important, what is important is your safety," the police commissioner explained.
Mr. J's hand trailed down her body and to her crotch.
"Oooh wow," she moaned.
"Dr. Quinzel? Are you alright?" asked Gordon.
"Uh huh," Harleen answered, "So what do you suggest I do to - ohh," she moaned again as Joker felt in between her legs.
"Are you sure everything's okay?" questioned a very confused Gordon.
"Yyyeah never been better," she ground her teeth, "You were saying?"
"I wasn't saying anything... you were,"
"Oh right, um I think I oh um perfectly safe, ooohmy god," Harley began, "Thank you for calling though, oh,"
"At least go out or go to a friend's house or out to the mall, somewhere you aren't alone. Are you alone?" he asked.
Joker licked her face.
"No, I mean yes," she stuttered, "Yes I am all alone and I think you're right, I shouldn't be. So I'm going to leave right away," she paused, "Uh bye," Harleen panicked and hung up the phone, "This is bad," she cried.
Mr. J returned to his seat on the couch, "What you think you can do better, lay it on me,"
"Not that Mistah J," she lovingly ran a finger over a knife wound on his arm, "Jonathan Crane knows about us, he's already given the police some information. I don't know what though. But I just know he'll tell them everything,"
"And?" asked the clown.
"And then the police will suspect me for breaking you out of Arkham,"
"Dooon't worry about it Harley, Jonny's a nut case, no one will be-lieve him," he said.
"Ya really think so?" she laid her head on his shoulder.
"Yeeah," Joker stood up letting Harley fall on the couch.
He retrieved his coat and cell phone then began texting Chuckles.
"But what if they do believehim, I mean, he does struggle with a split personality but he's had that under control for some time. What if the do trust him. I'll never work in the psychiatric field again,"
Harleen was getting the best of her with her constant worrying.
"Ac-uall-y, you'd probably go to jail," added Joker, "But they won't listen to him, trust me,"
She stood to hug her man in search of comfort. But Mr. J didn't return the embrace.
"Really need my shirt back Harley," he said.
Harley whined, "Are you leavin' already, Mistah J?" she slowly unbuttoned the shirt and seductively slid it off her bare shoulders, "Ya sure ya can't stay a little longer?"
"I got people to see, things to destroy," he replied blankly.
Harley handed him the shirt disappointed.
Joker gathered the remainderof his clothes and got dressed. Harley slipped her arms around him, holding him closely from behind as he put on his gloves.
"When will I see ya again?" she asked, still pouting somewhat.
"Who knows, maybe never. Maybe I'll walk outside this building and get shot," he smiled as she held him tighter, "Or, or maybe I'll finally get the Batman to break his one rule,"
"Would he really do that Mistah J," he grinned even more hearing the concern in her voice.
"Only if we're lucky,"
"Don't say that," Harleen let go of him and faced him, "Please don't say that,"
"Well Harl, I dunno if you know this but..." he began, "Eventually we're aaall gonna die," he leaned close and whispered.
He put on his trench coat and adjusted the collar.
"Ya just gotta live ev-ery-day like it's your last,"
"I know that," she replied, "I just scares me when you say that. I mean, I don't understand why you have to do this. I wanted to break you out of Arkham so we could be together. Because I don't think I can live my life without you," she attempted to hold his hands.
He pulled away from her grasp. "Do what? You mean fighting with Batsy?"
Harleen nodded.
"Harley, Harley, Harley let me uh, explain something to you," he walked towards the window, "See I'm an artist aaand this," he gestured to the vast city scape on the other side of the window, "This is my can-vas. And on it I will paint a picture of what the human race reeally is," Joker explained his voice full of malice.
"Then what does Batman have to do with anything?" Harleen stood beside him now.
Joker sighed, frustrated that she was not getting his point, "He iiiis the only hope this city's got. He's incorruptible but if III can break him..." he shrugged, "Well the rest of Gotham will go down with him,"
"So is this about revenge? Because of these?" she stroked his left scar.
Joker hostilely grabbed her hand, tightly squeezing her fingers he led it back down to her side.
"No," he shook his head, "It's about chaos. Un-yielding, uncontrollable, chaos-uh," he licked his lips.
"I still don't understand," she said softly.
"You can't un-der-stand everything Harley,"
He glanced down at the street seeing a grey van pulling up to the side walk.
"There's my ride," he declared, "Kiss me good-bye,"
He pulled her close and kissed her hard on the mouth.
"Just in case we don't meet again," he said after pulling away.
Harleen closed her eyes, clearly distressed. She hated to hear that from him, knowing it was all to true. He laughed hoarsely at her anguish.
"Cheer up," he said before playfully smacking her bottom and heading for the door.
Harleen stood at the window watching the van pull away and speed into traffic.
His words still rang in her ears long after he had gone. Why had he taken death so lightly? She hated that, because it was so real. It was very possible she would never see him again. Joker made her feel things she had never felt before. She could not lose him now.
Harleen went back to her darkly lit bedroom to get dressed. She pulled on a sweater and a pair of jeans.
Death was inevitable, that was true. But why couldn't Mr. J be more careful. The man had no sense of self-preservation whatsoever. He just didn't seem to care. All he cared about was proving his point, showing people who they really were and corrupting the Batman.
Batman, Harley hated him for this. This was his fault. Mr. J was going to get himself killed because of him. This wasn't what she had in mind when she broke him out of Arkham. She wanted so badly to convince him to give up on the bat and leave Gotham. Maybe she still could, in time. Just maybe.
Harleen had nearly forgot about Gordon's recent phone call. It had brought more things to worry about. She wondered what Jonathan had said about she and the Joker. And just how much did he intend on sharing. She definently did not want to go to jail.
The thought of prison made her cringe. Girls like herself did not go to jail. She was good, besides breaking her boyfriend out of an insane asylum. She couldn't last two days in a place like that. Besides that Mr. J needed her. She was his only hope for redemption in her mind.
She pulled out the hair bands holding her hair in tiny pig-tails. And began wiping of her make up.
Harleen Quinzel didn't commit any crimes, Harley Quinn did.
"That's it," she said to her reflection after wiping the last bit of white face paint off her cheeks.
Batman and the Joker were both criminals. They both had aliases. No one knew who was behind Batman's cowl or Joker's makeup. Harley knew hardly anything of the Batman, but she did Joker. She recalled what he had said during therapy about how the Joker was who he really was. Harley tried hard to comprehend the statement. By letting the Joker take over Mr. J made himself something more. The clown costume wasn't because he was a "freak" like everyone thought.
Harley picked up a container filled half full of face paint, "The Joker is feared," she said staring at the makeup, "He is more threatening and powerful than the man behind the make up,"
It all made since now. Accepting her Harley Quinn persona for everyday life could drastically change her circumstance. Harley Quinn wasn't intimidated by the police or jail. The clown girl did what she wanted, regardless of the consequences. Harley Quinn was not afraid, Harleen was.
Harley put the face paint back and went in search of her coat. Maybe she would take Commissioner Gordon's advice about getting out of her apartment for a while.
She had lots of work to do. It was time to create Harley Quinn.
Joan Leeland made herself some hot tea before heading into the living room. She looked at her watch, eight thirty. It was going to be a long night, she had lots to do after taking on extra patients in the last few weeks. She moved some cardboard boxes off her desk to make room for her paperwork and steaming teacup. She wished her ex husband would get his things out of her apartment already. It had been almost a month since their divorce and he still had belongings of his at her residence.
It pissed her off but she assumed it was partly her fault. Her ex did not like the fact that she was a strong women, focused on her career. And so she told him to leave. Dr. Joan Leeland would not allow herself to be treated in such a way.
She began doing paperwork when she heard a knock at the door.
Dr. Leeland answered the door to find a young women in a leather trench coat and hat. Her back turned towards her.
"Can I help you?" she asked irritated that she had been interrupted.
The women in the trench turned to face her.
"Dr. Quinzel?" asked Joan, "What are you doing here?"
"I came to give you this," Harley handed Dr. Leeland a manila folder.
She looked at the folder, "Uh, come in," she stepped back, "Now what is this,"
"It's my diagnoses on the Joker," Harley walked into her bosses apartment.
"I see," she shut the door.
"Inside you'll find my notes on the patient as well," Harley put her hands in her coat pocket, "Please, read over my diagnoses, it was quite difficult. The Joker is very complicated,"
Dr. Leeland flipped through the papers the folder contained.
"Anti-social personality disorder, patient suffers form Manic episodes, most likely abused as a child," she read through the folder, Leeland sat down on her couch, "Interesting. But why are you giving this to me?"
"Well, assuming the Batman brings the Joker back to Arkham," Harley began, "You'll know what to treat him for. Since I won't be there to treat him,"
"Excuse me?" she asked.
"Nothing just go back to reading my notes,"
The doctor nodded and looked through the folder, "I assume that means you are quiting,"
"That's right," responded Harley.
"Well, perhaps it's for the best. Not everyone can work with the criminally insane," shrugged her boss.
She looked up from the folder to find a pocket pistol aimed at her face.
"What the hell are you doing," she breathed in shock and horror.
"This is my resignation boss," Harley replied in a nonchalant tone of voice.
Dr. Leeland stared at the small hand gun, "If you wish to quit, simply do so. Why are you doing this?"
"For Mistah J," she slipped into her accent subconsciously.
"I don't understand Dr. Quinzel," Dr. Leelands voice shook slightly.
HarleyQuinn shook her head, "Ya know, ya can't understand everything. And I told ya already call me Harley, or betta yet..." she pulled of her beret letting strands of two tone black and red hair fall to her shoulders, "Call me Harley Quinn,"
She fired. Dr. Leeland was killed instantly splattering blood all over the manila folder.
Harley Quinn calmly exited Joan Leeland's apartment, closing the door behind her. As she walked down the hall she applied white face paint.
Sorry about switching from Harleen to Harley to Harley Quinn, I know it's confusing. She's currently struggling with her identity, obviously. Hence the rapid mood changes. But that goes along with losing your mind. You'll probably find that a lot in chapters to come. With she and the Joker. I saw somewhere, I'm thinking in the Batman comics, that Joker has a psychological condition where he constantly re-invents his personality. So he can go from being really childish and funny to dark and homicidal. As well as be really affectionate (licking her face and molesting her) to not wanting anything to do with her. This is a side you'll see from him more often the longer he and Harley are together. So don't worry NinjaBxtch :D.
I really liked in Tim Burton's Batman how the Joker talked about being a homicidal artist. I found it hilarious probably because I am one myself, without the homicidal part. Anyway I had to use that.
I know no one cares about Dr. Leeland's love life but I thought it would be an interesting contrast to Joker and Harley's relationship. Leeland is a strong, career woman who doesn't need a man, Harley is absolutely dependent on Joker and will do anything he wants.
Harley's no longer a blond. I thought since Dark Knight Joker obviously dyes his hair Harley Quinn should as well. Sorry if you don't like it. Here costume will also change again because of TDK Joker. Christopher Nolan had said that Heath Ledger gave the character sort of a punk rock look, so Harley will be a bit of a punk to.