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     A year later.

" Harls? I think it's time we make our grand reappearance, don't you think?" I heard my puddin say to me. I smiled at him.

" of course, Mistah J!" I said happily. He turned around and I looked at the man before me. He was a far cry from the man I met last year. His hair was a messy green color, his face had greasy white paint, no idea why he needed it. He was already beautiful. But he said it was for image. He also had black face paint around his eyes. He walked over to me.

"We're gonna make those bastards pay for what they did to me. We're gonna kill everyone who ever made my little Harley Quinn doll feel invisible. We're gonna make Gotham love us!" He said as he and I laughed.

A gun shot rang out in the GCPD building. I giggled as I strolled into the police station. " hello everyone! Where is Ed?"

"Gone" I heard one of the police men inform me " fired, actually, goes by the name Riddler now miss...."

" Harley. Harley Quinn. You must be Jim. My Mistah J has told me so much about you! Hahaha!" I said giggling. The man looked confused.

"Who?"

"Mistah J. The joker. My joker. He noticed me when no one else would. He's my savior." I explained to him as I saw my puddin sneak into the room. " actually you might know him. Hehehe. You thought he was dead. He's not. He changed my life! His name was...." I said as I saw Mistah J get behind Jim.

" Jerome valeska! HA HA HA." Mistah J said in Jim's ear. Jim jumped and turned around.

" Jerome? What happened to you?" Jim asked Mistah J.

" no hello, how you been? Very poor etiquette, jimbo." He said going up to him and giving him a light slap on the cheek. "But anyway, long time, no kill. How's Barbra? She always was a pain. Still causing chaos? Oh... Oh... Hahaha! Is she dead? That's too bad, jimmy. Is your um.. Little whore dead too? Oh yeah... She's dead too. Died in the line of duty-"

" she's not dead-"

" she's about to be! Harley" I heard Mistah J say and I brought out Jim's little girlfriend... Girlfriend...something that Mistah J never calls me anymore...

" hey girl! Wanna have a sleepover? It'll be so much fun! We could braid each other's hair, talk about boys, do each other's nails! Oh it'll be so much fun! You wanna? Hehehe. Mistah J is mine though. So no stealing him. Hehe. Maybe we can even... Kiss and-" I said happily pretending that we were best friends.

" HARLEY! Stop flirting! I know you like girls as well as guys but good god!" Mistah J said to me. I looked down at the floor. He looked back at jimmy boy " now that I'm back... I'm gonna make your life a living hell and no one is gonna stop me. After all Gotham has no super hero to save it."

" how about me?!" We all turned to see a boy in a Halloween costume. I heard Mistah J laughing hysterically.

" oh my god! Oh god this is rich! Is it Halloween and I don't know it? Is that it? Go home, little boy-" before I knew it the boy rushed over and grabbed Mistah J by the neck.

" don't test me, clown" the boy said in a low voice. I got nervous ...

" please! No! Let Mistah J go! Look! I'm letting Jim's girlfriend go! Please don't hurt my boyfriend!" The boy looked over at me. He could see that I was crying. The boy dropped Mistah J down on the floor.

" you're lucky I don't kill." The boy said to my puddin

" too chicken?"  I let out a small giggle as Mistah J said this.

" no." The boy said as he turned to me " take your boyfriend home. Don't let this happen again." I nodded as I got Mistah J and we went back home.

Enter the batman. This is just the beginning of Bruce's reign as a superhero. And the picture of Jerome as the joker was made by me. I incorporated a little bit of Jack nickelson as well as Heath ledger in the look . Jeromes personality is a bit like Mark hamill's  anyway so...   I'll try and do a manip of Sabrina as Harley in either in the next chapter or the chapter after that. So glad that people are liking this. 😊  and for anyone who is wondering, I used photoshop for the manip. The black blurs around his eyes are intentional, like Heath's were. 😁

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