Joker & Harley Quinn, The Final Fight

Message From Mr. J

Harley was back at work. She pulled in to the old, run-down parking lot, and made her way to her office. She thought about Olivia. Harley had been working at the Asylum for several months now and already screwed up her friendship with the only friend she had. Then she felt angry.

"But she lied to me, about her, about her past, about knowing Joker, about EVERYTHING!" Harley thought. Her cheeks turned pink and her smile to a frown. She walked past the staff room in attempt to avoid her co-worker and went straight to the elevator. She could make coffee when she got to her office, she contemplated. Harley then noticed something strange. There was a tan mat in front of the elevator, but instead of it being fully tan, as always, there were red drops leading down the hall. Harley, panicked and anxious, decided to follow the trail. Maybe a new patient was brought in that morning or the night before. She walked back down the hall passing the office again. The closer she got to the source, the larger the drops were. She turned a corner and pushed through a set of double doors that led to a hallway Harley had never seen before. The drops got larger and larger until they were as big as her foot. If Harley wasn't nervous already, she surely was now. She heard a load groan and began to speed walk towards the noise. She turned the corner and found a person in a white coat with a huge cut on his stomach. He was covered in blood. Harley froze, stunned by the situation. After a minute, she snapped out of it and told the man she was going to help him. She lifted his shirt to find a bullet. She looked to her left and saw a gun on the floor.

"Who did this!" She yelled.

"He...." the mans words were quiet and he was short of breath. Harley grabbed her phone to call 911 when she realized there was no service. She knew he would be dead by the time the police got there anyway. She sat down next to him and asked him again.

"He.... he escaped...." he gasped for air, "y-you.... have... to....." he tried to catch his breath again. The amount of blood he had lost was not helping. "find.. him..."

"Who, sir, please, who," Harley pleaded desperate.

"J-J-J," He gasped, trying desperately to find his breath, but he could find none. Harley ran into the hallway trying to find service. She managed, but by the time she returned to the man, he was dead. Then Harley thought about what he had said, "he escaped.... find him... j... j.... J!" Harley panicked and ran back down the hall. She got in the elevator and went to the floor with the more "unstable" patients. She ran down another hallway until she reached the last cell.

"No... no no no no nooo!" Harley ran to her office and noticed a red rose on her desk. She stopped short and walked over to it. There was a note attached that was folded and had Harley's name written on it. She opened the note,

Harleen Quinzel, I always loved that name of yours. I'm sorry I had to leave on such short notice, but I had business to take care of. I know you might be angry if you've found my.... 'mess', but please let me explain! Meet me tonight at midnight outside of the park. Main gate, center of town, you know where it is. Anyway, don't worry about work tomorrow, I want to take you somewhere. Oh, and I promise I won't kill you. Just keep smiling, Harley, if it's all you have left, you will need it more than ever.

-Mr. J

That was when Harley realized that her suspicions were correct and the Joker had escaped.