Harley Diaries (Harley's story)

Three

I remember wearing my first outfit as Harley Quinn that night. Oh how awful it was. As I cartwheeled into that building like it was nothing, I had the tense feeling that something wrong was to happen to me. Having 4 years of gymnastics were worth it. As I balanced a mallet on my shoulders, guards surrounded me in the middle of the entrance.

"Hiya boys." I said in my New York accent. "Wanna play a game of 'Where's the Mayor'?"

"Get her!" One of the guards yelled.

Guards ran and tried to attack. I laughed as I flipped around, smacking every one of them with my mallet. As I finished with the last guard, I landed on my two feet and strutted my booty towards the elevator. Man, I could get used to this! I thought.

I rode that elevator up to the 15th floor. I grinned in delight. This time, I could impress J. The elevator doors dinged and opened.

"Hi, Mr. Mayor." I shouted. "I was wondering if I could have a minute of your time."

"Who are you?!" The man screeched. I'm assuming he saw my outfit and mallet dripping blood.

"Oh hush your squealing." I waltz towards him. "Besides, the name's Harley, Harley Quinn. Nice to meet ya!" I slid onto the desk.

"What do you want?" He yelled, then I noticed him reaching his hand out for something under his desk. 

"I don't think that's a good idea, mista!" I said as I pointed a gun J gave me towards the temple of his head. He raises his hands up both in surprise and fear.

"Now tell me. What are your dying wishes?" I asked, still holding the gun towards him.

"Please, don't. I have a family." he cried out.

"So do I. So does everyone." I spat.

"I'll give you anything, just please-"

BANG! 

And I fired the gun.

Okay, I know I didn't give the man a chance to talk, but I got what I wanted. All I wanted was J.

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"Good job, Harls." Joker said as I showed him the body.

"Do you believe I love you now?" I asked.

"Hm." He replied.

I opened my mouth in shock. Okay, so is that a yes or no?

"I'll call you when I need you again." J mentioned as he handed me a card with his phone number. He started to walk away.

"But you don't know my number..."

"Trust me, I have my ways." He said with a turn and a wink.

I blushed. I hope so, J.