Rise of Harley Quinn Jr.

An old friend

Harley had an evil smile on her face, she was having too much fun. She had been torturing Barbara in a variety of ways.

Certainly, the heroine would give in to the madness.

She held a syringe up, letting Barbara Gordon see it. "Wait until you see what's in this latest concoction," She injected it into the woozy heroine. "It's going to make you feel much better."

After Harley was finished, she eagerly waited for Barbara to say something. The hench girl sat down in a chair, clapping her hands together.

Batgirl turned her head, she was strapped down and couldn't sit up. "I-I-I will never give in..." The heroine said through gritted teeth. "N-N-Never..."

Harley stood up. "Oh, but you will...soon." She laughed. "In a way, we both get something we want, you don't deal with me anymore," She looked towards the shadows. "And Mistah J, and I..." There was silence for a moment.

"Finally get to make you smile." Joker finished, walking up to her. Showing his usual sadistic grin.

"You won't get away with this."

Joker laughed at this, and Harley leaned her body onto the sadistic serial killer. They both shared a couple of giggles.

The clown prince of crime crossed his arms. "You sound just like batsy," He turned his head, the smile on his face fading away to a more light hearted one. "Always trying to take the F out of fun." He looked back at her, an evil grin on his face. "Never knowing how to laugh."

Harley poked her. "But that will change bratgirl."

Joker walked up to her, hands behind his back. "We've been thinking," He grabbed her chin, making sure they both shared eye contact. "Even though it's been a few days, things have really been slow, but we have a solution," He looked at his 'wife'. "Don't we, Harl?"

Harley went over to the shadows in the room, pulling out a table of medical equipment. She wheeled it over to the captured heroine.

On the table were all kinds of beakers full of chemicals.

Barbara gawked at that. "W-W-What are you going to do?"

Joker laughed, looking at Batgirl. "We've got some old friends coming over soon."

"Friends?" Barbara asked.

Harley walked over to her. She grabbed the heroine's face. With her fingers, Harley lifted the heroine's lips up, making it resemble a smile.

"That's what we want!" Harley said, an evil grin across her face. She glanced at Barbara. "So, Bratgirl, are you ready?"

Even though she was terrified, Barbara did her best to hide it from the two supercriminals.

"It won't work!"

Harley looked at Joker, hands on her hips. "Puddin, I think Bratgirl is being a brat."

Joker crossed his arms, an evil smile spread across his face. "You may be right. I think we might need a little outside help."

Before Barbara could say anything, Joker pointed over to a hulking silhouette in the corner. It was built like a football player, very tall.

"Don't you agree, Dr. Crane?" Joker asked.

As soon as she heard that name, Barbara's eyes went wide. Strings of sweat formed on her forehead at the mention of it. Ever since an unforgettable day, Dr. Jonathan Crane had frightened Barbara in the back of her mind.

Around two years ago while fighting some goons, Barbara decided to chase the fleeing super criminal. She ran down a hallway and chased him up a flight of stairs. It eventually led her to a rooftop. At first, she hid, not wanting to make her presence known in case Scarecrow got away. Very carefully, she snuck up to him and pounced. Barbara thought she had grabbed the supervillain, but in reality, it was a jacket. Before she could think of where Jonathon Crane could be, a cane came crashing across her face. Barbara lost her footing and fell from the roof, hitting her father's police cruiser. Commissioner Gordon stopped and got out of the vehicle. Barbara said a few words, before she passed out.

During the events of that unfortunate night, she almost died. Everyone thought she did. Luckily, Barbara managed to recover.

Over the next two years, Barbara rarely tagged along missions that involved Jonathon Crane. It was because the event really affected her. She felt so helpless, a prisoner of the super criminal's fear tactics.

She never in a million years expected to see that man again. The man that once was employed at Arkham Asylum's old building, this building.

Slowly, He stepped into her view. Just as she remembered, Jonathan Crane had a black jacket, fedora, scarecrow mask, cane, and a noose wrapped around his neck like a necklace.

He looked like something truly conjured up by nightmares. His voice was grim and low, like if death could speak in a physical form.

"Hello," He spoke. "It's been a long time, Miss Gordon."