JxHQ: The Wild Enthusiasm of a Belligerent

Prologue

**THIS STORY DOES NOT TIE INTO MY SERIES AT ALL IT'S A LONG STORY BUT NOT IN THE SERIES**

Prologue

It's two completely different things to be "crazy" than be crazy.

"Crazy" defined Gotham, which was blossoming in the roaring '20s attention.

It was incredibly odd to go from a small town on the west coast, to a raging city like Gotham in such a glamorous era.

Expensive cars lined the streets of uptown, while downtown, the business of bootlegged liquor and hidden clubs boomed.

After my late husband, Samuel, died in the First World War, I decided to move closer with to my family. Who all conveniently lived in the same damned city.

I watched as Harold, my Chauffeur pulled up to the mansion on the outskirts of town, on the river.

The second my feet hit the sparkling white gravel, I heard a squeal of excitement.

My head snapped up and I saw Harleen running towards me, her heals not holding her back from sprinting.

"Ana!" She wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me roughly, but I'd missed her so much I gladly accepted it. "What took you so long? I was worried sick." She pulls away and cups my cheeks in her hands. "How's my baby cousin?" She runs her fingers through my auburn hair.

"Fine as wine." I smile back.

"Oh, wonderful." She kisses my cheek. "Me and Lewis were just talking about you." She sighs.

"That explains why my nose was itching the entire ride here," I roll my eyes playfully.

"Oh, hush it now." Her husband, Lewis, appears and pulls me into his strong arms. "I believe the last time I saw you, you were only 17 and thought you knew everything." He teases me.

"I was a newly wedded woman," I shrug. "I did know everything at the time."

"Well I do hope you'll stay out of trouble while you're here, Anastasia." He says sternly yet kiddingly.

"I know how to do absolutely nothing but trouble." I inform him.

"Oh, stop all that nonsense. You're an accountant, now." Harleen smiles softly. "You know how to do damn near everything, now."

"Says the Doctor." I hit her arm as Lewis grabs my bags from the trunk. "How is that degree of yours anyhow?" I raise a brow and she smiles widely again.

"Just fine. Lewis said I wouldn't make it past a week in Arkham, but guess what I'm doing?" She sticks her tongue out at him.

"It's just very odd to see a woman practicing medicine in this day in age, Harleen. It's not that you can't do it, just that many people feel you shouldn't. Especially some of those patients. They're all wild and completely barbaric."

"They're the wild ones?" Her tone snaps sharply, and I can sense a change in her aura. She was hinting at something she hadn't told me.

Lewis's jaw clenches and he looks up at her.

"Not now, Harleen." He mumbles under his breath.

I ignore the little bicker between them and she puts an arm around my shoulders.

"I must introduce you to Katherine," she leads me to the door.

"Who?" I furrow my brows.

"My best friend of course." She shuts the door behind us and I have to catch my breath a moment.