I know what you're thinking, How the heck did I manage to get ka-booted out of Arkham. Well It's kind of a funny story which I will get to eventually but all you really need to know is society is to blame!
Oh- I'm sorry how rude of me. Not even introducing myself. Hiya, my name is Harleen Quinzell, but now I go by Harley Quinn. So you can call me Harley, everybody does. I'm a certified nutso wanted by the law in over a dozen states hopelessly in love on and off with a murderous, psychopathic, clown. But I guess none of that matters now because where I am it seems like there are no laws anymore. I know this is going to sound crazy- even coming from me. But I'm in a place where there are zombies just walking around. I must admit they make for good batting practice. Turns out only way to kill them is a good hit to the head. It's kind of creepy here with the whole undead walking around thing. And it's extremely lonely too but the voices in my head make pretty good company at times like this.
Hehehe they're too funny sometimes. Anyways welcome to my new world. Enjoy the ride.
Xoxo Harley
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Bat Out of Hell: A Harley Quinn and Negan crossover
FanfictionWhen Harley Quinn gets banished from Gotham and the DC universe she stumbles upon a new universe. Where the dead walk among the living. In this dark comedy Harley Quinn must adjust to this new world. Everything seems to be going well until she meet...
