Who: Harleen Quinzel Harley Quinn When: January 13, 2009 Where: Harley's Apartment What: Harley comes to realize just what the Joker wanted of her all along. Rated: PG Status: Complete
Somewhere in Gotham, a mad man waited.
Harley knew he was out there, no matter what the papers said. Praying on the helpless, destroying the very foundations on which humanity thrived. He was waiting, poised and ready to strike. There was already so much blood on his hands, why would he stop now? No one stood a chance against him; the Batman.
People had foolishly assumed he was their hero, sent to deliver them from the evils of crime and corruption. They may have been tricked, but not her. Oh no. Harley Quinn would never let the Bat pull a fast one on her.
"Harley Quinn?" she murmured the name to herself around the nail of the index finger she had been gnawing on. That had been the name the Joker had given to her in one of their meetings. A title received by criminal royalty.
No, not criminal. He was just another innocent victim of that masked rodent and he was reaching out for her help.
She opened the largest drawer on her desk and pulled out the two cards that had mysteriously placed in her office ever since the Joker's escape. The cardboard was bent and mishapen from being handled, but the messages were still clear:
Harley,
Keep on Smiling
Dress to impress Showtime!
She turned the cards in her hand clockwise, then counter-clockwise, repeating the motions over and over as she contemplated just what she was going to do to follow the instructions given to her.
Poor, poor Mister J. How long she had kept him waiting. There had only been so much she could do for him in the confines of the now lackluster asylum. In the city, she could give him everything he needed. Affection, protection...everything.
She could save him.
It was only when she reached the closet of her bedroom that she even realized she had moved away from her desk. Her hands were already wrapped tightly around the article she had been searching for. Dress to impress...
Harley admired the way the suit still fit snugly even after her Sorority years. All the red and black costume needed now was a little flare and then...