Because I'm Batman!!!

Harley's Night Out

Harley's POV
It has been a while since Mr. J's funeral. My life felt like crap and nothing has made me smile. I cry and blow my nose on everything I see. I finally couldn't take it and decided to go into rehab for the purposes that cause Joker to die. It has been a month since I entered.
The women I've met has been Anastasia, who was from Fifty Shades of Grey. Apparently, her life was written into a story and she was dealing with the aftermath of leaving Grey in the elevator. She's actually nice and quite in an emotional state.
In the one month anniversary of me entering, I was staying in my apartment they provided for me. I wasn't in Gotham City. I was in Seattle and it wasn't that bad. The view was incredible and unimaginably beautiful. Mr. J would always talk about going here.
That day, I was locked into a book on the couch. It was called Gone Girl. It was interesting and addicting. Ana requested for me to read it so I bought a copy from a bad teacher who slept with one of her students. It was only $9 and the money I had left was $345.
"Wow!" I said, ending a chapter in the book. "This bitch is clever."
All of a sudden, there was a knock at my door. I placed down the book to go open the door. It was Ana and some other handsome guy. He looked white but he also looked Mexican.
"Hey!" She said, entering the room with a bottle of champagne.
The man also entered as well, hands in his brown trench coat. Ana had sat on the couch, smiling. The man remained standing. I locked my door, eyeing Ana.
"Okay, what are you doing?" I asked, smiling.
"Well, its your one month anniversary since checking in," she said. "So I thought we should celebrate at a nearby bar."
I was confused. "But you already have a bottle of champagne in here."
"Oh, this isn't mine. Its my friend, Floyd Lawton's. He's coming along with us. When he leaves, this goes with him."
I nodded to show that I was listening. The man, Floyd Lawton, was kinda cute. I had the hives for him. He was quite muscular for someone who was quite shy.
"Go put on some clothes," Ana said, shoving me into my bedroom.
"Ok," I said. "I'll put on clothes."
As I went into my bedroom, closing the door, Ana kept talking.
"And put on something sexy!"
I wondered if Grey had gotten to her head. She said to put something sexy on. The reason we were here was because of sex. Anyway, I placed on a white skirt with a red leather jacket on. Underneath, black t-shirt.
I made my way into the living room, showing off. Ana gasped at the sight of me. I felt like I gotten hit and my body was in a morgue.
"Is it terrible?" I asked myself.
"No," she said. "You look beautiful."
Then, Floyd had spoken since he got here.
"Yes," he said. "Very beautiful."
I smiled. What a gentleman. Afterwards, he didn't speak for a while. Ana did most of the talking the whole time. If I recall correctly, Ana was always a shy one. What did Grey do to you, Anastasia?
"So let's go get this party started!" Ana shouted, walking toward the door.
Floyd followed. For the moment, I realized I didn't want to go. My personal space was going along so perfectly. I haven't lived this way in a long time but Ana was awaiting outside. I had to suck it up and go face mankind of drinks.
We left the facility at 7: 34 PM and walked a few blocks to an uber. Walking took forever in these heels of mine. I never seen Ana s o excited for tequila. Trust me, a girl this white was bound for tequila. Once we've reached the uber, we drove a long way into the city.
Meanwhile, I was creating a Facebook account. I've never been on it but Mr. J has always said it was fun. I figured since it was a long way before the bar, why not. That's when Ana broke the silence.
"So Harley," Ana began, "care to tell Lawton about yourself?"
I didn't hear her at first but when she said it again, I hesitated. I didn't like the fact of introducing myself to a total stranger who I just met. But for Ana's sake, I gave small details.
"Sorry about your loss," Lawton said, sounding concerned.
I gave out a slight smile.
"Pull over here!" Ana shouted at the uber.
Once we pulled over, I payed the driver then we walked in The Stark Scotch. I guess Tony loves Scotch very much. Inside, a bar was rested against the wall as different tables were placed all over the place.
"Karaoke!" Ana said, pointing toward a stage.
I wondered if Ana was drunk tonight already. They selled hot wings of every kind, along with burgers. What wad weird was the fact that I saw Thor at table 4, with his fiancee, Jean, or whatever her name was.
"I like it! Another!"
Typical Thor.
Ana grabbed our hands then dragged us toward table 14. Once we sat, a waitress quickly made our way with a pencil and notepad. Ana wouldn't be still in her seat.
"What would you have?" She asked, ready to write.
"Tequila!"
Told you.
"What about you?" She asked me.
I told her a glass of water but Ana kept pressuring me to drink something besides water so I told the waitress a margarita. Floyd actually ordered a bucket of hot wings with no drink at all. After the waitress left, Ana began to calm down finally to talk about her family.
"I may not go," I told her flat out.
"Why?" She asked, disappointed.
"Well, this is the time for me to find myself. I am still broken and I want to be better before leaving."
That's when our drinks came in. This girl took tequila as if it was beer. I was surprised. She was clearly out to become drunk tonight. I just took sips of my bitter drink. Floyd stayed quiet and was eventually able to eat his wings under a minute.
An hour or two had passed and Ana was no longer sober. She was so drunk that when she was on that karaoke stage, she didn't remember the words that were in front of her. I, then, decided that it was best if she went home. Puke rested all over her and it was sickening. The waitress gave us a check, which I payed for, then we took another uber back to the facility with the unconscious Ana.
Once home, I placed her snug and tight in her apartment bed. She stunk from the tequila she had. I placed a bottle of ibuprofen on her dresser, along with a bottle of water beside her. After that, Floyd began to leave her apartment with the bottle of champagne. I followed.
"Where you going?" I asked, coming from behind him.
"I'm headed home," he said. I've must never known his voice was so manly.
"Mind if I follow?" I smiled.
I needed to get some time of my chest.
"Don't worry," he said. "Because you're coming with me!"
In a flash of lightning, he tried to smash the bottle of champagne on my head. I ducked from the attack then flipped backwards to get away. He pulled out a small gun then aimed at me. He pulled thr trigger, trying to get me. I was too quick. I rolled under his bullets to kick him where the sun didn't shine but he blocked me by holding onto my foot.
"You move fast for a gymnastic," he smiled.
I used my other foot to strike him across the face. My heel had scratched him. He pissed me off and now, so was he. He charged toward me. I remembered that I've always had a back-up bat just in case of a mugger. I pulled it out then swung at Floyd's leg. He bended; I threw my bat to the ground then punched him square in the face.
He fell hard. I jumped up and down, imagining myself that I was in a wrestling match where fans cheered for me. Then, Floyd ruined the moment by tasing me in the leg. Everything went dark as the electricity took hold of me. He laughed just before my eyes closed.