"Mistah J?" My small voice echoes as I step inside.

The room had the same eeriness to it as the rest of the building. My trembling hand runs across the wall, searching for a light switch. I feel many bullet holes before finally finding the switch. The lights flickered a bit, providing a dim view of the room before me. The first thing I notice is the number 66 below the light switch. Could it be? The elderly woman informed me of a boy named Jerome, could he possibly be my Jack? The answer seemed apparent as I noticed a few things that had been stolen from our school a while back. This includes a tv with the Gotham Knight logo on it, and more specifically the writing on the walls. Jack's handwriting, his art, spread out across the room. Never would I imagined Jack living in such a place. A part of me cared for him even more now that I knew he came from a troubled background. I searched the small home finding not one picture of a parent or family member. It made me feel bad for being mad at him. Here I come storming in here without thinking what he could be going through at home. Maybe Jack is moody all the time because he just needs someone to listen to him, to love him.

What caught my eye was a picture of me, in a pile of other girls I did not recognize scattered on the ground. I take a step forward, picking up the picture. From the way I looked in the photo I could tell it was taken the night of the party. The one that is still a bit blurry in my mind. Not the Halloween one, but the one at the beginning of the school year where I left with Jack. What happened afterwards, I can not recall. However, there was something different about this picture. It was not at anyone's home I recognized, in fact, I was here. I was laying on the exact couch in the corner of this room.

How? That's impossible!

The photo proved otherwise, showing that I had been here before despite not remembering it. I move the table a bit to find there are more pictures! My face starts to turn red. What was I wearing!? I turn the picture around, noticing there was writing scratched on the back. I couldn't read it. I looked so happy in the picture, but I was wearing hardly anything. "I have been here before...naked?" I hold my head a second, not feeling like myself. I need air, I thought as I step over some-what I hoped to be-broken water balloons on the floor. The place was a dump.

Have you ever heard the sound of a jack-in- the-box? That slow, anticipation of the horrifying jester waiting to pop up to scare you. The song faintly played in the distance, as I approached the only other door in his apartment. Perhaps it was his bedroom. The music became louder, faster, as if the crank moved quicker. And on the pop a cold breath blew on the back of my neck, making me tense up.

"Da da dada da." A sickly voice muttered the end of the song behind me.

I jump in the air terrified. A knife is pressed against my neck, keeping me pegged to the wall. "You're curiosity was cute in the beginning dearie, but this, this is far too much..."

Jack. His eyes held a dangerous sense of crazy to them. How could eyes be a dazzling shade of green, yet terrifying. My breath shortens, I stare directly back at him. I don't look at the knife.

His smile is taunting me as if trying to get my mind to wander to what he might do to me. The music I was scared of, the old lady, this place I was scared of, Jack I am not. I am silent, waiting for him to speak.

He tilts his head, "Well?" Jack's arms reach out, motioning to the room around him. "Don't you love my home?"

"Oh, are you talking to me again?" I sass, the words slipping out of my mouth. I could not help the fact I was still a little mad at him ignoring me.

Slap!

The backhand of his collides with my face, making me wince. "Now Harley, you know I like jokes. That does not mean to take me for one, understand!"

"Yes Mister J."I stare at him, he pulls his knife away for a second but I stay put.

He paces around, grinning. "Any memories coming back to you blondie?"

"Don't you dare call me blondie." I snarl, unable to keep quiet. I came all this way to see him and I don't even get a hello. I could have died! What did he mean memories? My stomach starts to feel sick. What did we do here that I would have memories of and why did I not remember it?

He shakes his head, placing the knife back to my throat. "You're telling me what to do!? No-No-no one tells me what I can and can't do!"

I was not backing down. My blue eyes were glaring right back at his green ones. His eyes were so sweet, so beautiful, NO HARLEY, do not fall for his charm.

No, Thanks to Pamela's pep talk I had a new sense of confidence about myself. I would not back down from him. "You were ignoring me." I put my hands on my hips. "I wanted to make sure-"

A hard slap to my face makes me fall back on my butt.

"SPACE! ITS AN AMAZING THING TOOTS! Or maybe you should stop being so dull and I wouldn't flea."

"I'm not dull!" I frown heavily insulted he would call me such.

"Oh yeah?" He grins, helping me to my feet."Prove it."

Silence. As my mind races to think of a way to prove to the most inspirational person on earth that I was not boring. Jack smirks as if to say he knew as much. He thought of me as textbook, a robot who could not think, I would prove him wrong.

I stare at him a moment before I knew what I could do. I pull my love into a passionate kiss.

Jack looked shocked. Not knowing how to handle my love he shoved me back towards the wall. His knife was still pressed against my neck but all I wanted to do was kiss him again. I loved him, which was the reason for my smile. My hand gently pulls the knife closer, seeing if he really meant his threat. I loved Jack. No one else would I go into a crappy apartment complex for. I wanted to prove to him that I was not someone he could push away, that I would be here to stay. I would be here to listen, if he needed someone to listen. I would be here to love him no matter what.

After a second of silence, I am shoved to the ground. My butt hurts as it collides with the cold metal floor. His voice goes cold and unamused, "What's your game?"

"Huh?" I tilt my head.

"Your game! No one's that nice, especially not to me dearie. Then you break the rules you so live by just to show up at my place in your little red cami and tight black ripped jeans...who are you working for?"

"No one..I just love you."

"You don't love me." He takes the knife away, laughing. "Love doesn't exist, not with me hun. I'm what you would call...a solo act."

I eye him. He can't be serious. I pop back up to my feet, following him to his desk. "Then make it a duo."

He turns around with a small laugh. "You wouldn't like my kind of work."

"We'll never know if you don't tell me." I place my hands on my hips.

Jack grins, "and confess? What I've been running...I don't need help."

"Let me join, please." I beg, desperate to find a way to get close to him. I could tell from my readings about the brain and relations studies, Jack needed a friend by his side.

"HAHAHHAHAa Join? Let the girl who signs her i's with hearts join?" His head fell back laughing.

Don't let him go Harleen! This is your one shot! Move aside! I'm taking over. The next thing I knew I was reaching out for his knife, placing it back up to my chin. "Go on, test me, I'm not joking."

Jack noticed that wild rebellious flicker that spun through her baby blue eyes. Ah his Harley was in there yet. "Fine; Fine...I could use your little acrobatic skills to help out..." Jack muttered softly, acting as if she wore him down. He eyed her, knowing this would be a good way to test her loyalty. He was smart, tactically.

Acrobatic skills? What do you need us to-Idiot! Harleen shut up! I'm the one he likes, remember.

"Okay Mistah J!"

Harleen was fighting with her conscience, despite to ask the question Jack did not want her to ask. He could see this. He only knew one way he could get Miss goodie two shoes to just go off committing crimes in his name; by using guilt and righteousness. He needed a way for her to feel bad for him, agree to do something by playing off her love.

Jack sighs, sitting up on his desk table. "I'm sorry I have been moody with you Harley..." He looked sad, and I noticed. I just wanted to go up and hug him again. "I am embarrassed you've come here...to see how I live."

"It's okay puddin-"

"Harley no one treats me the same anymore...they see my green hair, scars and just laugh...do you know what it's like to be a butt over every joke."

Yes, I know exactly what it's like. I want to say as my blue eyes locked with his. My chest pained hearing how sad my love had been. I wrapped my arms around him, not noticing his disapproval of the touch. "Oh MisTah J..."

"I don't expect you to understand Harley...but I didn't always look like this nor live like this. As you can probably tell by now I live alone."

He could tell I was listening to every word that came out of his lips. In that moment I felt special. Jack never opened up to anyone, and here he was opening up to me. I listen closely to his story.

"I use to have a family. They were not the best of people: My father drank too much and my mother was far from faithful but they were my family." He looked down, "All of my troubles started on a field trip our Freshmen year at Gotham High. Do you know what Ace Chemicals is?" I nod. "Well dearie, before that field trip I had dark red hair, and a much less pale complexion then this. know it's hard to believe but I looked normal."

"I think you still look sexy.." I whisper softly, running a hand through his green hair.

While her attention was on him, Jack's eyes lingered over at her chest for a second before smiling. Ah guilt, what a wonderful thing, Jack thought to himself

"Why yes, all this started on that a field trip. Our class was in the middle of the tour when, when," He appeared all emotional, and I pull him closer in a hug. My poor puddin! "-when two seniors thought it would be funny to play a trick on me. They slipped a bat in my coat pocket as we passed the animal testing zone...and I was so scared that I flipped over the balcony when it came out. I was too weak, I could not catch myself. Everyone in the class was laughing at me, laughing at me like I was some stage clown when I fell..." His head falls into his hands, I was speechless. How dare they hurt him! Here he pretends to be strong, just like I do. No one wanted to be the butt of every joke. How dare they, ruin his life. I thought Jack would not speak again for a while, but my strong puddin pushed through his story. "The safety panels that are supposed to be on the vats of acid were not on...I feel straight in. My flesh felt like it was burning. My hair turned this green...Afterwards my mother could not even look at me, father neither. They sent me out on my own with nothing so I have to reside here..."

No wonder he had to run from the dinner date, Jack was trying his best to survive on his own. He was not a bad kid by choice. He was doing what he had to do to live. No one gave Jack any chances. That stopped now. I would help him. I loved him too much to watch him suffer.

"And Ace Chemicals denied the whole thing happened...They blamed me, had the police officers arrest me for some fraudulently charge...I am sorry Harley, I understand if you want to break up with me.."

"No!" I look up at him, kissing him again. "Mistah J, this is not your fault. If anything it's the Chemical place that should pay. They ruined your life!"

"Well...that's what I need your help for. I was wondering..I know it's dangerous and all-"

"No, I will do anything for you puddin."

"Can you be my partner tonight in breaking into Ace Chemicals."

Break in! Harley are you crazy we can't say yes to that! That's a criminal offense! But-But he needs us! Would you rather the love of our life suffers! No, I guess it technically is the right thing to do. He probably just needs to grab the security tapes to prove it was Ace Chemicals fault. Exactly! He'd never steer us wrong! "I'll do it!" I smile, giving a small nod of my head.

"Really?" His smile grew wide as if shocked.

"Yeah Tonight..I'll go with you, to help you get your revenge on those meanies!"

"Thanks Harley." He paused, wanting to test if she would actually follow through. This was too easy, he had to make her wait. See if she would still come through for him if he delayed the plan. The real thing he was testing was would the guilt eat her up, giving her cold feet. "I have somewhere to be right now, but how about tomorrow night? I'll meet you outside the school."

"Okay!" I pause. The look he was giving me told me I should probably get going, but I did not want to go back through the elevator. "Mistah J?"

"Yes."

"Do you happen to have a fire escape."

"Yes?"

"Do you mind if I use that.. The elevator gives me the heebie jeebies."

He rolled his eyes. Jack had already turned his back to me to start some project.

"I'm just kidding...but really I think fire escapes are fun."

"Go before I push you out the window." He growls, completely focused on his work before him.

"Love ya! Til next time puddin!" I blow a kiss at him as I climb out of the window.