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CH1:Lonely Harlequin
* NOTE FROM AUTHOR:
This idea popped into my head and i thought id try it, its basically a completely differant take on harley. Please review and let me know what you think so I can decide wether to continue with the story :) Thank you x
It was the first of April, 1991. The clock was 5 minutes away from midnight; it was a surprisingly cold and dark night for the spring. Rain drops cold as ice fell from the gloomy Gotham skies.
A woman with a red cloak draped around her made her way cautiously to Gotham orphanage holding a bundle in her arms. She left the crying baby on the steps of the dismal building and walked away quickly ignoring the pang of guilt she felt.
The baby was discovered soon after by the kindly orphanage owner. Her first thought was that it could be an April fools, but it was too late for that it was almost midnight and it wasn’t that unusual for baby’s to be left on those steps, it was an orphanage after all.
The woman shook her head and picked up the crying bundle, it was a baby girl, with dark curls and rosy cheeks. She couldn’t believe how a mother could leave their child alone with only a blanket, a note and a cuddly toy. The toy the child was clutching was a clown.
Harleen Quinzell had lived at Gotham orphanage since that night. The note that had been left with her explained her past. Her mother, who abandoned her was a trapeze artist called Monique who worked with the travelling circus, she felt she couldn’t cope with a child with the bizarre life she led. Harleen still had the clown doll she’d had with her the day she’d been dumped at the orphanage. It was called smiley and she had taken it everywhere with her until she turned 13. She hid it safely under her pillow, she felt babyish carrying a doll around at her age.
Harleen hated the orphanage, it was a dump. Recently the orphanage had received a large amount of charity money, they hadn’t used it yet, but even so it was still a shit heap. There was one girl called Caroline who teased her constantly, she found something about where she came from amusing. Just a sad, lonely clown that’s what Caroline called her. Harleen had taken it well until she snapped and cut off Caroline’s long blond curls and given her a fat lip and black eye.
Of course Harleen was in trouble for it, although Caroline had deserved it. Harleen had smiley in her pocket as she sat outside Uncle Tom’s office. Tom was another person she hated, another person she’d love to watch bleed. He was a worker at the home, Harleen hated him, the way he touched her, the way he made her feel like it was her fault, the way he told her he would kill her if she told. The way no one else had a clue what he did to her.
“Now Harleen what you did was wrong, say sorry to Caroline” Tom demanded while Caroline stood next to waiting smugly for her apology.
She really did look comical with her short stubby blond hair that had once been long shining curls and her huge bruised eye. Harleen couldn’t help but giggle.
“Apologise” warned Tom.
“She deserved it” snarled Harleen.
Caroline started crying again; it was obviously put on to get her in more trouble.
“DO IT!” snapped Tom getting angry.
“NO!” shouted Harleen picking up a lamp. She hurled it against the wall and it shattered everywhere. Tom and the other care workers shouted at her to stop but she didn’t she just carried on kicking the shit out of the dump.
“FUCK YOU ALL!” she shouted stomping up the stairs and throwing herself on her bed. She knew she was in trouble and she really didn’t give a fuck about anything anymore. She locked herself in her room and laid on her bed a tear running down her cheek as she held smiley close. Caroline was right, she was just a sad lonely clown.
But that night, a week after her 13th birthday, was the night that would change her life forever.
She fell asleep on her bed but was woken by a loud bang that sounded like a gun shot. It was dark outside. Instead of staying locked in her room like most people would do she unlocked it slowly and made her way to the top of the stairs cautiously.
The sight that met her was enough to give you nightmares for the rest of your life.
There were bodies of children and workers strewn across the floor blood everywhere, the people alive where tied up and there were about 7 men wearing clown masks with guns. Harleen froze and watched. Suddenly there was allot of hysterical laughter and a man in a purple suit walked in the room holding Tom by his collar a gun to his head.
“Hand it over” said the joker slowly.
Cowardly as always Tom nodded and opened the safe that was hidden behind a picture on the wall. Two of the clowns scraped the charity fund into their bags.
Harleen stared at the joker. He looked just like a clown; she couldn’t help but smile at his appearance.
He let out a laugh and shot Tom through the head.
Harleen smiled again as she watched him fall to the floor and bleed. She thought he deserved a slower and more painful death but that was good enough.
“Were done here boss” said one masked man.
“Ah tah, tah not so quick there chuckles” he said raising a figure motioning his men to be quiet. Shit he knew she was there. Harleen tried to steady her heavy breathing but the sound of her breathing reached the jokers ears.
One of his men made his way up the stairs and grabbed her by the hair tugging her down the stairs.
“Look what we have here boss” he chuckled holding her in front of the joker. She tried to wriggle away but she was no match for the huge brute.
The joker paused and looked her over slowly. She was an exceedingly beautiful girl. Long dark wavy hair that shone, fresh young skin, bright green glittering eyes, she was small with a thin but curvy frame, well developed for her age but still only a little girl. He could tell that soon when she was grown she would be a stunner.
“Aww, it’s just a lickle baby” he giggled stroking her cheek softly.
“A pretty little baby” sniggered the man holding her letting a hand run down to her waist as he breathed in her ear. She squirmed a look of disgust on her face.
The joker frowned, he didn’t like the way the bastard was mad handling the pretty little thing.
BANG
He shot the man through the head and he fell to the floor. Harleen jumped away from the corpse quickly shaking.
“Now what’s your name?” he asked her taking hold of her wrist.
“Harleen Quinzell” she said nervously.
He smiled at the name; it reminded him of the French clown Harlequin.
“Call me joker” he smiled at her.
“What’s this?” he asked taking the clown doll out of her pocket.
He smiled again and placed it in his own pocket.
“Kind of resembles me don’t you think” he joked smiling comically.
Harleen giggled quietly.
“What are you doing boss?” asked one of his men coming in.
“Come on just get rid of the girl” said the man heartlessly.
She started shaking again
“No! Just give me a minute!” demanded the joker and the man walked back out of the room.
Harleen pulled away from the joker for a second and walked slowly over to Tom’s body.
She smiled and bent down next to it while joker watched her curiously. She reached out and dipped her finger in some of the blood that was seeping from his head still grinning. She then stuck her finger in her mouth and sucked off the blood and started giggling.
The joker raised an eyebrow and chuckled at her. How unusual. She clearly wasn’t a normal child she was troubled, and that was one of the things that made the joker instantly like little Harleen.Harleen instantly liked the joker, he made her smile and for some reason he made her feel safe.
She then skipped back over to him smiling and he smiled down at the pretty teenage girl.
The joker wasn’t used to feeling any emotion for anyone, his heart was as black as his soulless eyes but he couldn’t help it, he liked the girl. She fascinated him.
“How would you like me to take you away” he grinned holding out a large gloved hand.
She smiled and took it and with that he led her into the night, into a world of darkness and insanity, his world...
This idea popped into my head and i thought id try it, its basically a completely differant take on harley. Please review and let me know what you think so I can decide wether to continue with the story :) Thank you x
It was the first of April, 1991. The clock was 5 minutes away from midnight; it was a surprisingly cold and dark night for the spring. Rain drops cold as ice fell from the gloomy Gotham skies.
A woman with a red cloak draped around her made her way cautiously to Gotham orphanage holding a bundle in her arms. She left the crying baby on the steps of the dismal building and walked away quickly ignoring the pang of guilt she felt.
The baby was discovered soon after by the kindly orphanage owner. Her first thought was that it could be an April fools, but it was too late for that it was almost midnight and it wasn’t that unusual for baby’s to be left on those steps, it was an orphanage after all.
The woman shook her head and picked up the crying bundle, it was a baby girl, with dark curls and rosy cheeks. She couldn’t believe how a mother could leave their child alone with only a blanket, a note and a cuddly toy. The toy the child was clutching was a clown.
Harleen Quinzell had lived at Gotham orphanage since that night. The note that had been left with her explained her past. Her mother, who abandoned her was a trapeze artist called Monique who worked with the travelling circus, she felt she couldn’t cope with a child with the bizarre life she led. Harleen still had the clown doll she’d had with her the day she’d been dumped at the orphanage. It was called smiley and she had taken it everywhere with her until she turned 13. She hid it safely under her pillow, she felt babyish carrying a doll around at her age.
Harleen hated the orphanage, it was a dump. Recently the orphanage had received a large amount of charity money, they hadn’t used it yet, but even so it was still a shit heap. There was one girl called Caroline who teased her constantly, she found something about where she came from amusing. Just a sad, lonely clown that’s what Caroline called her. Harleen had taken it well until she snapped and cut off Caroline’s long blond curls and given her a fat lip and black eye.
Of course Harleen was in trouble for it, although Caroline had deserved it. Harleen had smiley in her pocket as she sat outside Uncle Tom’s office. Tom was another person she hated, another person she’d love to watch bleed. He was a worker at the home, Harleen hated him, the way he touched her, the way he made her feel like it was her fault, the way he told her he would kill her if she told. The way no one else had a clue what he did to her.
“Now Harleen what you did was wrong, say sorry to Caroline” Tom demanded while Caroline stood next to waiting smugly for her apology.
She really did look comical with her short stubby blond hair that had once been long shining curls and her huge bruised eye. Harleen couldn’t help but giggle.
“Apologise” warned Tom.
“She deserved it” snarled Harleen.
Caroline started crying again; it was obviously put on to get her in more trouble.
“DO IT!” snapped Tom getting angry.
“NO!” shouted Harleen picking up a lamp. She hurled it against the wall and it shattered everywhere. Tom and the other care workers shouted at her to stop but she didn’t she just carried on kicking the shit out of the dump.
“FUCK YOU ALL!” she shouted stomping up the stairs and throwing herself on her bed. She knew she was in trouble and she really didn’t give a fuck about anything anymore. She locked herself in her room and laid on her bed a tear running down her cheek as she held smiley close. Caroline was right, she was just a sad lonely clown.
But that night, a week after her 13th birthday, was the night that would change her life forever.
She fell asleep on her bed but was woken by a loud bang that sounded like a gun shot. It was dark outside. Instead of staying locked in her room like most people would do she unlocked it slowly and made her way to the top of the stairs cautiously.
The sight that met her was enough to give you nightmares for the rest of your life.
There were bodies of children and workers strewn across the floor blood everywhere, the people alive where tied up and there were about 7 men wearing clown masks with guns. Harleen froze and watched. Suddenly there was allot of hysterical laughter and a man in a purple suit walked in the room holding Tom by his collar a gun to his head.
“Hand it over” said the joker slowly.
Cowardly as always Tom nodded and opened the safe that was hidden behind a picture on the wall. Two of the clowns scraped the charity fund into their bags.
Harleen stared at the joker. He looked just like a clown; she couldn’t help but smile at his appearance.
He let out a laugh and shot Tom through the head.
Harleen smiled again as she watched him fall to the floor and bleed. She thought he deserved a slower and more painful death but that was good enough.
“Were done here boss” said one masked man.
“Ah tah, tah not so quick there chuckles” he said raising a figure motioning his men to be quiet. Shit he knew she was there. Harleen tried to steady her heavy breathing but the sound of her breathing reached the jokers ears.
One of his men made his way up the stairs and grabbed her by the hair tugging her down the stairs.
“Look what we have here boss” he chuckled holding her in front of the joker. She tried to wriggle away but she was no match for the huge brute.
The joker paused and looked her over slowly. She was an exceedingly beautiful girl. Long dark wavy hair that shone, fresh young skin, bright green glittering eyes, she was small with a thin but curvy frame, well developed for her age but still only a little girl. He could tell that soon when she was grown she would be a stunner.
“Aww, it’s just a lickle baby” he giggled stroking her cheek softly.
“A pretty little baby” sniggered the man holding her letting a hand run down to her waist as he breathed in her ear. She squirmed a look of disgust on her face.
The joker frowned, he didn’t like the way the bastard was mad handling the pretty little thing.
BANG
He shot the man through the head and he fell to the floor. Harleen jumped away from the corpse quickly shaking.
“Now what’s your name?” he asked her taking hold of her wrist.
“Harleen Quinzell” she said nervously.
He smiled at the name; it reminded him of the French clown Harlequin.
“Call me joker” he smiled at her.
“What’s this?” he asked taking the clown doll out of her pocket.
He smiled again and placed it in his own pocket.
“Kind of resembles me don’t you think” he joked smiling comically.
Harleen giggled quietly.
“What are you doing boss?” asked one of his men coming in.
“Come on just get rid of the girl” said the man heartlessly.
She started shaking again
“No! Just give me a minute!” demanded the joker and the man walked back out of the room.
Harleen pulled away from the joker for a second and walked slowly over to Tom’s body.
She smiled and bent down next to it while joker watched her curiously. She reached out and dipped her finger in some of the blood that was seeping from his head still grinning. She then stuck her finger in her mouth and sucked off the blood and started giggling.
The joker raised an eyebrow and chuckled at her. How unusual. She clearly wasn’t a normal child she was troubled, and that was one of the things that made the joker instantly like little Harleen.Harleen instantly liked the joker, he made her smile and for some reason he made her feel safe.
She then skipped back over to him smiling and he smiled down at the pretty teenage girl.
The joker wasn’t used to feeling any emotion for anyone, his heart was as black as his soulless eyes but he couldn’t help it, he liked the girl. She fascinated him.
“How would you like me to take you away” he grinned holding out a large gloved hand.
She smiled and took it and with that he led her into the night, into a world of darkness and insanity, his world...