Harley stared out the window of the taxi cab as they entered the Narrows. It was strange how the city faded into dull shades of brown upon entering the Narrows.

"Sooo," she began after spending most of the car ride in silence, "Why did Chuckles wait to call, I mean, it took so long, I was startin' ta think nobody got outa the police station,"

"They were finding a new place to stay," Joker answered, "I think they were getting some new recruits from Arkham to,"

"Oh, that was nice of them," Harley smiled, "Or were they just tryin' ta get on your good side?"

"I don't have a good side," he replied.

Harley giggled nervously, unsure of how to respond. Mr. J was in a bad mood, he almost seemed tired.

"Is everyone okay?" she continued to talk though her mind was telling her to shut up.

"Yeah. I guess, some of them didn't get away. But they'll probably end up in Arkham, everyone pleads uh, insanity. I'll get em back," Joker explained.

"Who?"

He let out an exasperated sigh, "Spades, Happy, Bozo... uh two other guys, I forget they're names,"

"Is Jonny okay?" Harley Quinn asked.

"Yeah, why do you do that?"

"Do what Mistah J?"

"Why do you like the Scarecrow so much?" Mr. J sounded irritated.

"Actually its Jonathan, Mistah J, not Scarecrow. And we're friends. We have a lot in common," a small smile spread across Harley's face, "Are you jealous puddin'?" she laughed.

He rolled his eyes, "No,"

"Then why are you asking?" she continued to giggle.

"Curiosity... plus its uh, kind of annoying," was Joker's response, "I know that you would never cheat," he licked his lips subconsciously.

"That's true," Harley agreed, "But what makes you so sure?"

He shrugged, "I just know it. You're mine and that's not gonna change unless I say so,"

She nodded, completely unoffended by what Mr. J just said, "Yep, but I don't think you want it to change either... right puddin'?"

Joker turned the cab sharply into the parking lot of the apartment building, "We're here," he announced.

Harley Quinn stepped inside the apartment building, everything was as they had left it. Except for a horrible smell that wafted through their own apartment, Harley did not remember that being there.

The rotting odor smelled even worse in their bedroom. Harley went in and doned a red corset vest before she began packing her clothes. Mr. J changed and applied his clown make up.

"Ready to go?," he leaned on the bedroom door frame watching Harley shove things into her bag.

"That was fast," she commented, "I'm not ready yet and what is that smell?"

"I dunno," Joker shrugged, "How long are you gonna be?"

Harley shoved the contents of the bag down, trying to make more room, "Um, I'm not sure puddin', I'm kinda havin' trouble makin' everything fit. See?" she showed him the bag, "And I still have somethings upstairs I need ta get," the bag was completely full already, Harley sighed, "This ain't workin', I'm gonna have ta leave some stuff behind but I don't know what ta leave?"

"Look Harl, I can't wait here all day. Whyyy don't you get aall your things together and I'll uh, I'll pick you up later," he suggested.

She stopped fussing over her clothes, "You, you're gonna leave me here... all alone?"

"Weellll yeah. Ya gotta gun on you?"

She shook her head no, Joker dug in his pockets and pulled out a revolver. Harley wondered for a moment how he fit so many weapons on his person, then she came back to reality.

"Please don't leave me," she said taking the gun, "I'm scared,"

"Harley," he groaned, "You'll be fiiine, I mean, damn it how many people have you killed. You've got nothing to worry about. I'll go meet Chuckles, approve the new hide out and be right back here," he licked his scars, "Okay?"

Harley looked down at her overflowing bag, "Okay," she replied sadly.

She watched Joker leave, Harley did not know why she was nervous about being in the Narrows alone. After all, she had proven herself more than capable of holding her own. It was just so unusually quiet in the apartment building, the only sound she could hear was the rain tapping lightly on the windows. It gave her the creeps.

After decided which outfits she would leave there she went upstairs to raid some of the apartments for disguises and wigs. The upstairs hallway was even more unsettling then the bedroom. It appeared darker and longer than she remembered, she ran and ducked into the apartment where she and Jonathan had gotten their shopping disguises. Harley felt a little silly running like a frightened little girl.

She made her way through the living room towards the bedroom then she stopped, just before the hallway. There was something that made her increasingly nervous, she didn't know why. Harley had the distinct feeling that someone was watching her. Slowly she pulled the small weapon out of her pocket, she cocked it as quietly as she could and then turned. She whirled around quickly, her arms stretched out, she aimed the gun. No one was there. Harley lowered her shaking arms and stared into the darkness for a moment, just to make sure before she started towards the bedroom once again. That's when she saw a figure in the hall.

Jonathan sat on the cold, cement floor of the warehouse they would be staying in. They conditions were even worse than in the filthy apartment. He wrapped his over-sized sweatshirt around him for warmth, feeling the can of fear toxin hiding beneath its sleeve. So far no one discovered that he had it.

He silently watched the other henchmen work, moving in stolen items such as televisions, mattresses and couches for their new home.

Between the cold and his nerves Jonathan Crane was shaking terribly. He never thought he would long for that disgusting little apartment he had been staying at, or even Arkham, but he was. He knew he was in no condition to stay here, especially because the Scarecrow was getting restless. Somehow Jonathan didn't think his alter ego and the Joker would get along very well.

Really? I think the clown and I would make quite a pair.

"Not you," Jonathan groaned inwardly, "I got the toxin and mask like you wanted, can you not just leave me in peace?"

No, besides what good is the toxin and mask if you're not using it?

"I am not using this,"

Uh yeah, I noticed. That's why I asked the question on the first place. Sheesh, lemme make it simpler on you, are you going to use it? Yes or No. And do hurry with your answer, I have a feeling I'm gonna have a lot of convincing to do.

"Who am I even going to use it on. Mime, he'll break my neck... which is also your neck,"

Crane continued to talk to the voice in his head. Not verbally of course since there was henchmen all around him. Jonathan spoke inwardly to the Scarecrow, though he wasn't sure why. He did not want to argue with his own alter ego, but he was slowly losing the will to ignore him.

Ha, I knew it you're scared, you're such a bitch. I haven't had any excitement in months. You're going to use that fear gas.

"No,"

Yes!

Jonathan Crane felt sick, this inner struggle was becoming to much. And without medication, extremely difficult to overcome. The room began to spin, his thought racing and swirling into chaos. His head throbbed in pain.

"Yo Jonny," Chuckles called to him, "You gonna get up and do something or what?"

He did not respond.

"Jonny," the henchmen said again.

Jonathan could not take the pain or the confusion he was experiencing. Hallucinations swam around him, still haunting his minds eyes after his eyes were closed. Flashbacks of the night Batman used his own toxin against him played in his head, with no detail left out.

"Whats a matter with him?" Mime murmured to Chuckles.

"I dunno," he answered before turning back to Crane, "C'mon man, the boss is gonna be here soon,"

He could see everything replay in his mind as if on a movie screen. The Bats face, mutated into some sort of grotesque monster, black goo oozing out of his fanged mouth. He demanded things of Crane in a deep, rough voice that sent shivers up his spine. He could not tell what he was saying however, he was to distracted by his fear and the overwhelming pulsating of the entire room. It jerked and spun and made him feel sicker.

Jonathan was scared. He wanted to hide, he needed to hide.

"Hey you," Chuckles nudged his sitting form on the floor with a steel toed boot, "You alright?"

He looked up at the tall henchmen standing above him, "Yes, I'm fine," the Scarecrow replied.

Harley let out a frightened, high-pitched scream.

"Calm down," a raspy voice spoke from the hallway, "I'm not going to hurt you," he began to step closer.

"No," the clown girl raised her gun again, "Don't you get near me,"

She recognized the eared cowl and the cascading black cape behind his Kevlar armored frame. The Batman.

"The Joker doesn't want me dead," he warned at the sight of Harley's gun aimed at him.

"I'm not the Joker," Harley tried her best to sound strong despite her shaking voice, "I don't think you're much fun,"

Batman continued to approach her slowly.

"I thought bats came out at night... what gives?," she stretched out her arms, holding the weapon out further.

Harley Quinn's breaths were coming faster and faster, so much so she feared she would hyperventilate. But she tried hard to hide it from the Bat before her.

Batman raised his hands slightly, thinking she would be less nervous if she knew he was not going to pull a weapon on her, "Don't be afraid," sounding as comforting as he could with his rough, disguised voice, "I want to help you Ms. Quinzel,"

Harley grew pale, her fearful expression changed to something almost blank and confused. She stared at him for a moment, "Quinzel... I-I don't know what you're talkin' about..."

"I know who you are,"

"No, no you don't.... you don't know," Harley said softly shaking her head back and forth.

Batman did not respond, he only stared at her. His eyes piercing through her from behind his cowl. He knew.

"S-so, what difference does it make anyway," her gun still aimed for the caped crusader, "What? I mean, do you think you can help me? I don't need savin'," slowly Harley Quinn found her voice.

"You don't have to stay with the Joker," he rasped.

Harley paused before a small, fleeting smile ran across her face, "Ya think ya know everything huh? Ya don't," she said, her courage gaining, "I'm with Mistah J cause I wanna be, not cause he's makin' me stay. That's what chya thought didn't chya? That he kidnapped me since I was his doctor and forced me to do his evil biddin',"

Bruce Wayne wanted to be wrong about Harleen. The night at the party she did seem happy, she certainly did not behave like a captive. He had decided to approach Harley, clinging to her innocence, hoping she wanted to be free from the clown. He had discovered that the apartment building was at one time their hideout. While he was investigating the couple came. When Joker left Batman saw it was the perfect chance to save the clown's former therapist. Bruce saw now that she didn't want to be saved.

"Harleen, you're sick... you need help," he tried to convince her.

"I'm not sick. I'm Mistah J's psychiatrist, I'm helpin' him get bettah,"

The Dark Knight watched the clown girl, still holding a gun in his direction. He was faced with two choices. He could either take Harley by force and get her to the psychiatric help she was in need of and risk being wounded, or he could leave her be.

He took a step forward, she followed his move with the gun. He took another step.

"Why don't you protect the bottom half of your face... Ya know, I'm a pretty good shot," she threatened.

Harley wondered herself if she could make good on that threat, just as Bruce wondered the same thing. Sure, Mr. J wanted Batman alive but he would be so much safer without him. Besides that if the Bat were to suddenly die, what reason would the Joker have to stay in Gotham? Suddenly aiming for the only exposed skin on his face and firing didn't seem like such a big deal. Joker would never have to know. There was probably hundereds of Gothamites who wanted the masking vigilante dead, the chances of him being murdered were high... who would expect her.

Harley's finger lingered around the trigger of the gun, caressing softly as she tried to make a decision.

Meanwhile the Batman was still facing his own dilemma. If he tried anything with Harley Quinn, he would surly risk death. One girl or all over Gotham, he began to think. Then he stopped himself, it sounded to much like Joker. Comparing one life to another as if one held greater value than the other.

Then he began to ponder Harley's fate, perhaps she was of some significance to the Joker. If that was the case, the clown may spare her life. Batman could not imagine the Joker caring about anyone, but he had kept his psychiatrist alive this long. So with that he made his choice.

"I'll go,"

"Really?" Harley said in disbelief, almost lowering her weapon.

"Yes," the Bat responded regretfully, "But the Joker can't be trusted. You know that. I'm going to let you go, but I'm watching,"

She laughed slightly at what he just said, "Is that why ya here in the first place Bats? Ya stalkin' me?"

"I just know the Joker," he retorted in his usual raspy voice, "He's just using you, do not trust him,"

Harley bit her lip in anger, her smug smile quickly fading "You don't know him," she said firmly.

Batman back the hallway once again, Harley assumed to climb out the fire escape and fly back to the bat cave or whatever it was he lived in.

"And stay away from us," the clown girl called after him, "Its your fault Mistah J's so messed up in the first place,"

With that the bat stopped. He did not turn around to face Harley, he just paused.

"Sure, ya didn't give him those scars but it was your influence that created the Joker. You gave him all those ideas about symbols and becoming who ya really are... and maybe that's true. But all I know is that you in your little bat costume is what made him decide to put on his," Harley's voice shook, "If there's one thing I learned when I was psycho-analyzin' Mistah J is that the Batman does more damage than he does good,"

Bruce continued to stand there, listening to what the former doctor was saying. He didn't want to believe that anything she said was truth but he could not shake his guilty feeling. He did not know why. He was not wrong, he was protecting Gotham, making it better. Batman may have infuenced whoever the Joker was before he became a scarred, mass murderer. But Bruce hoped that Batman inspired more good than evil. And if not right now maybe in the future, maybe someday.

"And what about Jonathan Crane," Harley continued, "He'll nevah be the same after you sprayed him with fear gas. Some hero you are huh? I mean, who are you really? I'm thinkin' maybe your just as sick as the Joker... you just have different ways of dealing with it,"

Batman looked over his shoulder towards Harley Quinn, her gun now relaxed as her side, "Joker will turn on you... I just hope I'm there to save you when he does,"

And with that he disappeared into one of the rooms in the hallway. Harley stood there for a moment, shaking with a mixture of fear and anger. The she decided to go back downstairs to wait for Mr. J.

One thousand apologies for not updating in a week. A freaking week D:, I'm so sorry. I've been really busy and when I did get a chance to write it was not for this chapter. But FINALLY here it is.

I really wanted somewhere in this story to do a scene with just Batman and Harley Quinn. I think there relationship is interesting since (I think) Harley resents him somewhat, seeing him as the source of Joker's problems. I think the character even said that on Mad Love. And I think Batman sort of pities her, or at least as much as Batman pities someone.

The Scarecrow has officially made his entrance. Things are gonna get interesting :).

Also my sis started a dark knight fanfiction, www. fanfiction .net/s/5004398/1/I_Wrote_This . She has told me what she plans on doing with it and its going to be hilarious. Joker and Jonathan move in together and there shall be drugs, cross-dressing and chaos galore.

Speaking of funny stuff, I came across these videos on youtube that are movie trailers but with the Dark Knight. For example: Bata Mia, Batanic and my fav, Batman and Joker Make a Porno. There's tons more here: www. youtube .com/profile?user=AEmovieguy&view=videos