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Harley's singing career//63.

Info:A record dealer visits Joker's Club and convinces Harley to start her own career in singing without him. She is persuaded and her stage name is Leena. But what happens when one of her songs is about the Joker?-
*Warning*:This does get a bit dark near the end.-

<<<Authors P.O.V>>>

Harley was on the stage in the club, grasping the microphone with both hands, scanning the crowd for J. She couldn't see him anywhere and she could only guess where he was, balls deep in another girl, so drunk that he'd forget what even happened, and once again blame Harley for being so paranoid.

Her eyes glossed over as her next song began, and she felt all eyes on her. She knew she had to give them a show, and wasn't about to let her boyfriend get in her way, again.

(Gangsta ~ Kehlani)
"I need a gangsta
To love me better
Than all the others do"

She wasn't the biggest fan of this song anymore, at the beginning of her and Joker's relationship it had meaning to her, and she sung because it was his favourite. But now, he couldn't even be bothered to look at her or be in the same room. Every night he would come in at 5 am, say he was in meetings, she knew he wasn't. He probably didn't know she was the one who organised and set times for them all.

The next verse was coming up but she just couldn't take it anymore. She broke down crying on stage, and ran to the back where the changing rooms were. The crying wouldn't really effect her reputation, as she might cry when singing a song, but people assumed it was because she loved the Joker so much and all that shit.

She burst through the door looking like a mess. The girls in there all ran over to her, cooing her and rubbing her back. "Harls what's wrong?" Rose asked, the one who kind of runs all the shows and events.

"I-I-I just can't take it anymore," Harley sat down, with 4 of the girls around her, the ones who had grown closest. "Every night he's off fucking another girl, sometimes I wouldn't even see him for the whole day!" She put her head in her hands and began to gasp, while the tears poured down her cheeks.

"I can go and give him a beating if you like, he's too drunk to remember?" One of the girls proposed, who Harley knew did kick-boxing and she wouldn't be surprised if she knocked him out for an hour or two.

"No, I just want to get out of here." She grumbled, and just then the door swung open and a woman in a grey suit with glasses strode over to them.

"Are you, Harleen Quinzel?" The woman asked, even though it was quite obvious.

Harley was going to correct her on the name, but decided against it. "Yes that's me, can I help you?" She asked as politely as she could.

"I was wondering if you would be interested in a recording contract with my company, Atlantic Records. We have contracts with Ed Sheeran, Cardi B, Camila Cebello, Twenty One Pilots, and the list goes on," She spoke so quickly and with such confidence in front of a pretty big criminal. She had a large folder in one hand and a phone in the other. "So are you interested? You have an amazing voice."

Harley thought about this for a moment, all the girls around her were begging her to do it, and to have a better life than this. She finally said yes, and all the girls cheered.

"Good, my manager wants a stage name from you first, any ideas?" She asked, opening the folder and preparing to right something down.

"Leena," She didn't even second guess it. "All my friends called me that before all this happened, so Leena."

"Alright then, Leena, welcome to the world of music." With that she left, promising to call her when the time comes and she would have to move closer to the studio.