My name is Harleen Quinzel. One day I hope to be a famous Doctor at Arkham Asylum. Today I will dare to do something that no student at Gotham High has ever dared to do before. I will find where Jack Napier lives and meet up with him outside of school.

I have been told that Jack Napier finds you. Not one student in this whole public school system has a clue to his home address, including Eddie. In fact, I was told by one teacher that Jack is a student that will not be found unless he needs something. What this teacher did not know is that Jack pissed off his girlfriend. The same girlfriend who has a criminal for a father, been studying psychology most of her life and has never gotten a B. If that wasn't enough, let me tell you I have some serious closure issues. He might not be in school at this very moment, however, once I get out of my last class today; I will find him.

Pamela was nice enough to comfort me and help fix my makeup so I didn't look like a walking horror movie, but I will not give up on our love that easily. I needed to see him. I needed to face Jack and know what went wrong.

Now the tricky part. How do you find a person's address when no one knows where they live?

Despite popular belief, I am a smart girl. I've seen how Pamela worked the staff of the school. This was too important for me to shy away. It took me three attempts, and two teachers until I persuade the mathematics professor to let me into his office. I can't help but feel a little proud of myself, how I marched right up to him in my tight black pencils skirt and white button down top. First I tried to convince him with reason, but when that failed I used Pamela's flirtation method. I guess that really is the way to get a male teacher to listen to you around this school. Now I know what you thinking. I didn't touch the grimy bastard, just lowered a few buttons. My goal was pure. Find Jack Napier. I slipped into the school's main office, using my acrobatic skills to remain unseen. He had many addresses but I could tell they were fakes. I needed a new approach. His phone!

My idea is simple math! His number + my favorite tech genius= home address. I won't tell Ed who I am looking for but I am sure he could locate Jack's phone. Knowing Ed he will be a little difficult but I will just acknowledge he's a genius and see what he wants in return. How hard could that be?

Moments later the light above the alley way flickered off as Harleen strutted down the pavement. Before her there were two dumpsters, and an entrance to an old apartment that looked long abandoned. Was this really Jack's home? Harleen knew that Ed would never lie to her. She took a deep breath as her foot stepped forward near the entryway.

Frightened a trembling fist raises to knock. "Ah!" Harleen jumps as the door is blown open by a chilling wind from behind. This was in the worst neighbor Gotham had. What was her love doing here?

"Mister J?" Her voice feels small, echoing down into the empty hallway. I need answers. I need to be strong and brave to win back my puddin. Harleen pushes forward, tuning out the inner warnings of her conscience.

The old building was broken down, empty minus a few scuffed furniture. The only pop of color in the room was a strange red liquid that was both splattered and graffitied with on the walls. The idea that the red substance might not have been ketchup made Harleen ill. Never once did Harleen ever suspect that Jack could have come from such a home. He was always so happy. You can do this Harleen, for Jack. Carefully, Harleen tip toed over forgotten toys and cards. Her eyes focused on the wooden floor, ignoring the newspaper clippings and creepy clown sketches scattered about on the walls.

Harleen's heart was racing as every instinct of her body told her to run. Everything except her heart. Instead her heart yearn to know the meaning of all this. She wanted to help Jack for a teen didn't need to live in this condition. With half the steps missing from the staircase, Harleen decides to try her luck with the elevator. She steps inside, forcing her eyes to remain focused on the floor. Only two of the ten buttons were lite up besides the main floor; six and thirteen. Which one? She wonder her finger lingering over the buttons. Six or thirteen, six or thirteen. The level thirteen one flickered in and out, making Harleen nervous. Six it is then. Her ears are pierced as the elevator closed with a blood curdling sound.

Harleen closed her eyes, waiting for what seemed like the longest elevator ride to stop. She felt something move through her blonde hair. It felt like someone or something was petting her. Jonathan always said fear was all in your mind, maybe there was nothing to really be scared of...but just to make sure. Harleen's hand swatted at it, with her eyes tightly closed. She hit nothing, making her smile. See Harleen, it's all in your head. Harleen thought.

The next thing she knew a cold hand slipped over her mouth, muffling Harleen's scream. Her bright blue eyes popped open.

"Pretty girl." An groggy voice came from behind her. Harleen noticed an old wrinkled hand covering her mouth. Harleen bit down hard on the hand, swinging her elbow back. An elder woman fell back as Harleen raced to the other side of the elevator.

"Stay back lady! I will scream so loudly the coppers will be comin' for ya!" Harleen protests, her back pressed up against the opposing elevator wall.

"No Serenity. She is not from around here." Harleen eyes widen watching the elder lady speak to the wall. What have I gotten myself into?No Harleen, you are judging an old woman. Calm down. What has become of yourself. She must be blind. Oh my god I just hit a blind woman!

Harleen feels guilt pitted in her stomach as she looks at the small, elderly woman. Her nerves had her so judgemental and concern. If anything the old lady appeared homeless, wearing ragged and torn clothing. The only thing slightly scary about her were her eyes, or should she say eye. Besides a perfectly good blue eye rested what Harleen thought was a yellow glass eye.

"No.."The elderly woman bit the bottom of her lip. Her lips were purple and cracked, but soon formed what Harleen guessed was a smile. So many of her teeth were missing it was hard to tell. "She's looking for a boy." The woman took a step forward, decreasing the distance between her and Harleen. "Aren't you my dear?"

Harleen returned the smile, doing her best not to judge a lady by her looks. "Yes Mam, I am."

"Mam.."An eerie look came over the old woman as she leaned against Harleen. Her words whispered in Harleen's ear, "I had a husband, once." Softly the old woman's frail hand touches the blonde ends of Harleen's hair. "Such pretty hair...:

Harleen's heart pumped faster, trying her best not to show how creeped out she was. To break the silence Harleen asked the first question that popped into her mind."Do people live her Miss?"

"A daughter too. Darling looked a lot like you..." The lady leaned in closer to Harleen. Despite trying to refrain from being judgemental her nose scrunched for the most repulsive smell came from the old woman, like roadkill. Her hand ran along Harley's neck, making the young blonde cringe. "Oh what fun they were."

Too scared to move Harleen stares back at the lady. Her bottom lip quivers as she tries to force words out of her mouth. "I-I'm sorry for your loss."

"Loss!?" The elderly lady laughed, stepping away from Harleen. Never before had the young teen witness someone so happy about death. "They are dead, not gone. I wish I could lose the two. I sadly still have their flesh around my place for the most part, I think he's missing an arm or maybe its his dick... Would you like to see?"

"No Madame."

"No?"

Harleen knew from the tone of the old woman, that was a mistake. "I'm sorry, I can't I meeting someone..."

The wrinkles on the elderly woman's complexion lifts as she smiles wide. "Oh the boy! Of course young lady."

"Do you know which apartment is Jack's?"

"Jack?" The elderly woman laughs, "Serenity you hear this child. Looking for a Jack!" Her laugh was cold, hurtful. She shakes her head giving Harleen a look of pity. "No Jack round here hun."

Just like that all hope faded from Harleen. She returned to being scared to what danger she has put on herself. Sure, a part of her was grateful her Jack did not live anywhere near this freak show. Jack was not anything like these loonies. Now the tricky part was going to be getting herself out of this mess. Did she dare ride the elevator back down or try the broken steps?

"Your right!" The old lady's loud voice made Harleen jump. "Serenity there is a boy around here her age. Jerome!"

"Jerome?" Harleen repeats in disbelief. Does this lady have a hearing problem as well. Harleen shakes her head no. Why would jack go by a different name? "Does he have beautiful green hair?"

The old lady looks at Harleen like she was the crazy one. "Hun, I know quite a few boys with green hair. I think you mean that Cicero boy. Bless your heart if your eyes are on him. That boy's a mad one" Really? A mad one? She's trying to call my boyfriend a crazy when she probably killed her family and is talking to a wall named Serenity. "He's in room 66."

The elevator opens halfway. Harleen wasted not a second longer to race out. She smiles, hoping by seeming nice the lady won't come after her to kill her. "Bye Mam!" Harleen turns to look around, not realizing the elevator door had not closed yet.

"Goodbye Harley, good luck finding your man." The elderly woman's voice comes from behind her with a soft laugh.

The moment it registered that the old lady knew her name, Harleen spun around to look at the woman. Nothing. Just like when she entered the elevator, the elevator remained open before her completely empty. Just find Jack and get the hell out of here. A spooked Harleen repeated in her mind.

The floor was not silent, which strangely did not help calm Harleen. She heard the soft sound of a piano coming from down the hall. The hallway had only three doors on the floor, one of them had to be Jack's...or Jerome's if they could possibly be the same person. Which door could it be?

Pop! Pop! Pop!

Her eyes widen hearing gunshots from the other end of the hallway. She had to get out of here.

Her hand jiggers the handle to one of the doors. Locked.

Another door. Locked.

"Oh Come on!" Harleen had to find my way out of here if there was a gunfight. Only person who knew her location was Ed, and he would not know something went wrong until tomorrow morning. Her hands hurriedly pull a bobby pin from her hair. Was it really breaking and entering if the place is a shit show? Regretfully she tries to recall what her father had taught her.

Click.