Haylee Quinn

Chapter One - Hayleen Quinzel

It was exactly eighteen months and fourteen days since the death of my sister. Shot and left to bleed to death she was. The police say they don't know who her killer was, but I have an idea who.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me introduce myself. My name is Hayleen Quinzel, sister of Harleen Quinzel. Or I'm sure as you know her as Harley Quinn. Her and I are...were twin sisters.

We look, sound and nearly acted the same way. Our only difference, I'm  not a crazy killer who's dating an even crazier killer clown.

Speaking of killer clowns, that's who I think killed my sister. I know for a fact that he always abused her, mistreated her, ruined her. So my guess is one day he finally snapped and just shot her.

People always look at me and say "gosh Hayleen, you're a spitting image of your sister." And every time someone says that, I die a little more inside.

I loved my sister so much, and the fact that I'm her twin sister makes this whole thing a lot harder. Sometimes people accidentally call me by her name, and that always makes me tear up.

I was so close to her, she was my best friend. Then he took her away from me, from all of us.

I sit quietly on my bed re-reading my favourite book, Divergent. I still live with my parents in their rather large apartment, and currently they are on a holiday in England.

They offered to take me, but I refused. They could do with a little alone time without me. I'm always miserable and depressed, and they need a break from that.

It's about 9:37 pm and I should probably get some sleep since I have work tomorrow. I work in a small cafe downtown across from Gotham City bank. I get a lot of live action of all the robberies from working at that cafe, but I don't mind. Sometimes I got to see my sister robbing the bank, and she always seemed to be enjoying herself.

I know what she did was wrong, but as long as she was happy I didn't mind. I put the bookmark on the page and placed the book on my bed. I got up and walked over to the door to my balcony and opened it. I stood out on the balcony and rested my arms on the railing.

Gotham is so quite at night, and I don't really need to tell you the reason why. I looked down at the road below me and noticed a car parked across the street. It was a familiar car, one I dreaded seeing. A purple Lamborghini.

Suddenly the driver door opened and the clown prince of crime himself got out. He closed the door and leaned against it, staring straight up at me.

Shivers went down my spine and I felt my heart rate increase. Why is he here? Oh god is he going to kill me for just looking at him?

I mean I know my sister dated him and all, but he still scares the crap out of me. I mean he's the Joker for god sake, you'd be insane if that man didn't scare you.

After a few minutes of us staring at each other I decided to go back inside. I went around and locked all of the doors and windows, you know just to be safe.

I quickly brushed my teeth and got into bed. I know after seeing him tonight I probably won't get too much sleep, but I'll try anyway.

I slowly opened my eyes from the sun shining through the window. I stretched my arms and sat up, playing what I saw last night through my head. It's all I could think about.

The way he was looking at me, it was kinda strange. Even though it was dark and he was across the street and I'm a few stories up, I could see the look in his eyes. Lust.

I eventually got out of bed and lazily walked over to the bathroom. I hate Mondays, who doesn't?

I have to open up and close the cafe on Mondays, which means I have to get there at 8:00 am and leave at 8:45 pm. That's nearly thirteen hours of making coffee. That's my reason to hate Mondays, what your excuse?

I had a quick shower and changed into black jeans and a dark blue t-shirt. I brushed my wavy blonde hair and tied it up into a high ponytail. I added a bit of blush, eye shadow and lipstick. Nothing too fancy or anything. I grabbed my purse and my keys, slipped on a pair of black converse and headed out of the apartment.

It only takes ten to fifteen minutes to walk to work, and it's good exercise too. I mean I can drive, but I like the fresh air. I stepped outside of the building and headed towards the cafe.

Once I arrived I noticed a black van parked across the road. The windows were tinted so I couldn't see inside. I just had a bad feeling, I don't know why though.

I pulled the keys out of my back pocket and unlocked the doors. I turned on all the lights and set up all the tables. After about ten minutes Dan and Willow, two friends of mine who work here too, came in and the cafe filled up with people.

Over the whole day I noticed that van parked across the road sat there with a guy dressed in complete black watching the cafe.

"Okay Hayleen, days over." Willow said as she turned off all of the coffee machines.

I packed away all of the dishes from the dish washer and cleaned up all of the tables. I switched off the lights and Willow and I both headed out of the cafe. Dan had to leave a little early today cause his cousin was getting married today and he had to get ready.

"I'll see you tomorrow." I smiled as I locked the doors.

"Yep. By Hayleen." She said as we parted ways.

I looked over to where that van was parked, and it was still there. It was weird cause it felt like the guy in the front was watching me all day. It sent shivers down my spine every time I looked at it.

I headed home and the van started up and slowly followed me. Okay, something's definitely going on. Without thinking I turned into the closest ally way. Maybe if I stay here long enough they'll just leave.

I stood in the shadows where the man in the van wouldn't be able to see me. Until suddenly I heard a click and something being pressed against the back of my head.

"Give me your money. Now!" A dry voice yelled.

I slowly turned around to see a scraggy looking man in dirty over sized clothes pointing a gun at my head. Now I really regret coming into the dark creepy ally way late at night in the most crime ridden part of Gotham. And people say I'm smart.

Suddenly I heard the sound of footsteps coming up behind me. Yea I'm definitely going to die, or at least leave here bleeding rapidly. The footsteps stopped right behind me, but I didn't dare turn around.

"Now now. That's no way to treat a lady." A deep voice growled.

The voice was familiar, but I just couldn't put my finger on it. Suddenly I heard a gun fire. I scrunched my eyes shut and gasped loudly. I'm still standing, which means I wasn't the one who got shot.

I opened my eyes to see the scraggy man lying on the floor with a bullet hole in between his eyes and a pool of blood surrounding him.

Before I could react I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head, than I fell down hard onto the cold concrete. I felt dizzy and my head was throbbing

I slightly opened my eyes, but my vision was all blurred. I could see a man looking down at me. What stood out most about him was his hair, his bright green hair. Then as I felt myself being picked up I slipped out of consciousness.