A/N: Sorry guys! My computer was out of comiss. and I have been busy with musical. But it's over now and my new charger just got in! too bad I forgot my lap top mom's... -.- But I'm using dad's girlfriend's kids' comp to type up a quick chappy for y'all so please excuse any mistakes. Also the backspace doesn't work so bear with.
I own Nothing but my characters and ideas!
Abby POV
I lay back on the Motel bed and sighed. Three days had passed since I had decided to take on the scum of Gotham and so far it was a flop. I was useless without Jake's gadgets! I could fight, but what good was fists and knives and empty guns against the well armed thugs of the street? I had no money for bullets or food. I could go a while without food but I can't fight when my body is malnourished.
"UGH! Where the hell am I going to get money?" I exclaimed.
Jumping up I paced back and forth a few times before something hit me. Harleen could give me money... She does owe me... I grabbed my jacket and rushed out the door.
At Harleen's house the only answer to my furious knocking was a pissed old East Indian woman shouting at me. Did she move? I wondered. She probably did. I have been gone a while... damn... I started walking back to the hotel when I was suddenly knocked over by a smallish woman in a jester costume.
"The hell?" She exclaimed then paused and looked me over. "Abby?"
I would know that voice anywhere. "Harleen! I was looking for you!"
"Harley." She told me.
"What?"
"It's Harley now."
I eyed her costume for a moment before I asked, "Harley, are you with the Joker?"
"How'd ya know I was with Mista Jay?"
"The new name clued me in and the costume helped." I grabbed her hand tightly. "Harley, he's a horrible man. How can you stand to be with him? You were so good!"
"Mista Jay ain't a bad man! Bat brain is!" She was on the verge of tears. "He beat Mista Jay to within an inch of his life! He beat him up and threw him back into Arkham! Mista Jay ain't a bad man. He was abused when he was little."
"That's no excuse." I told her softly. She really felt for the Joker and I didn't want to get her upset.
"You don't get it Abby!" She was upset. Great. "Bat brain is the bad guy! Not Mista Jay!"
"Batman?"
"Yes! He beats everyone up! Mista Jay, Harvey, Ivy, Riddler, me. He beats us up then throws us into Arkham and we break out and it starts all over again! It's horrible Abby. The state he leaves my snookums in." She rubbed a few tears away at the thought. "We aren't the bad ones, we just want to help the world in our own way. Sure people get hurt but isn't it the same in wars?"
Harley was right. They weren't evil, people just didn't agree with their methods and labeled them evil. I've been planning against the wrong people. The true evil in Gotham isn't the the "super villains" that try to make Gotham their better place, it's the people that refuse to look at the problems and change them, the people that lie, the people that are lazy and rely on others to change what's wrong. I've been looking at this wrong. All I needed was a push in the right direction.
The people I need to stop are the people that are so comfortable with the crap world they live in they hate anyone who tries to change it.
I'll start working on the story on my own lap top again as soon as I get back to my mom's house on Saturday. Hope you aren't too mad at me. Also, I hope I didn't do as bad on Harley as I did on Scarecrow.