A/N: Hey guys! I have this all written out in my notebook, I just have to remember to type it all up and put it on here. However, I have the attention span of a two year old, and I finally got a PS3 which means I am currently obsessed with finishing Arkham Asylum before Arkham City comes out. Plus I have school work to do, and I sell friendship bracelets to raise money for breast cancer (quick advertisement: in the past 2 months I've raised over $200 and there's a facebook page: Pearl's Friendship Bracelets for Breast Cancer. Check it out haha).

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Destiny

"Wake up, sleeping beauty." He hissed in her ear, "Harley… Harley…"

The blonde stirred and muttered sleepily, "My name's Quinn."

"Not according to your last journal entry. Let me see…" She faintly heard the rustling of turning pages, "Ah! Harley Quinn. The Quinn is in parentheses, but I like it. Harley Quinn… Harlequin… I've inspired you. Maybe this should be your author's name."

Quinn blinked a few times to get the sleep out of her blue eyes, "Where am I?"

Joker smiled wider, "You're free, out of that cramped apartment. Welcome home, my little harlequin."

"Home?" She sat up and looked around, "This is a warehouse. How is this home?"

He roughly pulled her to her feet, "That's where you come in. Make this place feel… homey. A place where two- or more- everyday human beings can live comfortably."

Her gentle eyes met his half crazed ones, and she tried to analyze the emotions she found there. Was he just wanting to be loved? "Why me?"

"Well… You are beautiful. You seem intelligent, and…" His grin turned into a smirk, "I know about your years of gymnastics and cheerleading, so I'm guessing you're flexible as well."

Quinn's cheeks turned bright red, "How did you know about that? I just moved here."

He laughed in reply, "If you want to change, there is a bathroom there. A friend picked out an outfit for you."

She knew that she had no choice but to obey him, so she smiled, "Thank you." She made her way to the room he was pointing towards.

The bathroom mirror clearly showed that she was a mess. Sighing, she took down her ponytail and turned on the shower. After a few minutes, she stepped into the warm stream of water.

Quinn was drying off several minutes later. Although there was no shampoo, conditioner, or soap of any kind, she had stayed in the shower long enough to let the water relax her and make sense of the situation. She had no clue what to do to get out of it. She wrapped her thick hair up in a towel and looked for the outfit Joker had mentioned, but all she found was a heap of red and black cloth.

The heap turned out to be a costume of some kind. At first, she didn't understand, but then she found a headpiece that matched, "A harlequin…" A small smile appeared on her face, "You really are insistent, aren't you?"

Joker looked up from a blue print when he heard the bathroom door open. He turned, and his eyes drank in Quinn's appearance. The costume hugged every curve on her body; the high heeled boots made her legs seem endless… Her hair was in playful pigtails which were covered by the headpiece. She looked like an angel of the circus, "Beautiful."

She blushed, "Thank you." Feeling suddenly energetic, she flipped into a handstand. Giggling from the head rush, she said, "Are you sure if was a friend you chose the outfit? You're the only one to ever call me harlequin."

"I gave them suggestions." He looked at her with a hunger in his eyes that made her shiver and grow wary of him, "Do you not like it?"

"Quite the opposite, Mistah J. I love it." Quinn landed nimbly on her feet and winked at him.

"Good, now why don't you start thinking of ideas to make home more comfortable? I have work to do."

Her expression fell into a pout for a moment, but then she brightened, "Alright!" Quinn looked around the warehouse, noting where the doors and one staircase were, "Am I allowed to explore?"

"Yes, yes. Of course, Harley."

"My name is Quinn." She muttered darkly under her breath. However, she smiled at him and skipped to the first door.

The room was dimly lit by the moon shining through the window on the far wall. It was small, but there was a small cot and a thin blanket on the floor, "This is where he sleeps? How does he fit?"
Further exploration of the warehouse revealed that most of the rooms were closet sized, except for one that turned out to be another section of the actual warehouse which was filled with weapons and cars, and a room at the top of the one staircase in the building.

The isolated room excited her. One wall was nothing but windows, and the room itself was the size of a large master bedroom, "This is more like it!" This was a room she could really decorate and make a proper bedroom out of it.

Suddenly, she shook her head, "What the hell am I doing? This man is obviously using me for something. He kidnapped me, and I'm just going along with it like it's all fun and roses! I need to get out. I need to get to Gordon."

Quinn ripped off the head piece and took down her pigtails. Glancing around to make sure she was alone, she opened the window and jumped out with a scream. However, someone grabbed her around the waist before she could hit the ground, and a deep voice muttered, "Jumping from a four story window isn't too smart, Miss Aherly."

"Good thing you were in the neighborhood then." She wrapped her arms around Batman's neck and buried her head into his chest as they swung in the air, "Joker's in there."

"I know."

She nodded, "Of course you do. Where are we going?"

"Somewhere safe."

"Gordon?"

"He didn't keep you safe."

"Then where?"

He didn't answer for a long time. Batman placed her into the passenger seat of the Batmobile and secured her in place before he got into the vehicle and finally said, "You're staying with a friend of mine."

"I thought Gordon was a friend."

"This is a closer friend." He barely glanced at her, but she understood that he would no longer answer her questions. Sighing, she leaned back in the seat and waited patiently for the journey to be over. She barely heard a gate creak open as the car began to slow down.

When she was let out of the Batmobile, she found herself standing infront of a large, beautiful mansion. Quinn could no longer hold her tongue, "Where am I?"

"Wayne Manner."