Note I'm using suicide squad Harley for looks as you can't tell me she isn't the one of the hottest comic characters ever
April 2nd, 2009
Waking up around 11 a.m., now officially seventeen years old, I checked my platform—Ubisoft—where I'd released Flappy Bird and planned to release all future games and anime. No downloads yet.
Which was fine. I spent $100 to advertise the game on a Gotham radio station that covered supervillain news, plus their website. Now I just had to wait for people to fall victim to microtransactions and ads.
Then I heard a name on the radio.
"Harley Quinn has been spotted under siege by police. She's pinned down—wait, she's somehow pulled out a bazooka—"
Hearing her name made my fists clench so hard that I unconsciously activated Hardening. The jagged, stone‑like fingers grinding together made a horrible creaking noise that snapped me out of my thoughts—until…
"The Joker has pulled up and successfully rescued Mrs. Quinn. They are currently on the run."
BANG.
My fist shattered the radio the moment I heard that the Joker had saved Harley Quinn.
Flashback — One Year Ago
I used to be a delivery boy for Harley Quinn—back when she was still Dr. Harleen Quinzel.
No one wanted to be at Arkham. It was a hellhole on Earth, a place that tried—and failed—to contain Gotham's worst monsters.
But because of that, being Harley's delivery boy paid well. Over time, I got to know her: a beautiful, slightly crazy woman fresh out of school at twenty‑two—six years older than me.
With all the deliveries, we talked a lot. She'd tell me bits about her background and how "interesting" some patients were. She never gave details—NDAs and all—but the passionate, slightly unhinged spark in her eyes turned me on like nothing else.
Because of my Occlumency, I asked her questions about mental defenses and how the mind processes information. I learned things that made me realize just how powerful my Occlumency really was.
But then… the Joker.
Harley became obsessed with him, no matter how much I warned her. Watching her fall for him—while I had a crush on her—killed me a little every time. She started bringing him things, delivering messages, until the day came.
The day he broke out and took her. And I watched it happen.
At that point, I had nothing. No power. Just a way to organize my mind and read others—but none of that helped me stop him.
So I followed them. All the way to a chemical plant.
3rd POV
Harley: "I've done everything you wanted. We can be together now, right, puddin'?"
Joker: "I just need you to do one more thing for me, Harley."
His sickly pale hand cupped her face as he leaned in.
"Die for me, honey."
He shoved her over the railing toward the chemical vat.
Denji was right.
As Harley fell, she remembered the awkward teen who obviously had a crush on her. She compared their conversations—his genuine concern—with the Joker's retreating figure, who looked at her with nothing but disgust.
The contrast hit her all at once, crushing her sense of self.
Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Denji sprinting toward her.
SPLASH.
Harley submerged into the vat. The chemicals warped her brain chemistry, amplified her madness, increased her pain tolerance and flexibility, and gave her a moderate boost in strength.
But the vat was toxic. If she stayed submerged much longer, she would die.
Denji's body sensed the danger and refused to let that sludge enter his system. His dormant meta‑gene—Hardening—activated. Every pore sealed. His mouth clamped shut. Plugging his nose, he dove into the vat and pulled Harley out.
His red hair melted and stained the chemicals, mixing with Harley's blue clothing—giving her the iconic red‑and‑blue look.
Denji performed CPR as his Hardening faded.
Just as Harley began to wake, she saw the Joker smash a metal pipe into Denji's now‑unhardened neck. The Joker looked at her with sick curiosity.
"This'll be the best joke ever… the hero's princess turned into the jester's loyal wife! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
He knocked Harley out and left a note:
[Dear Mister Hero,Your princess is now with the royal jester and never again yours.]
Flashback Ends
I pushed my Occlumency to the max, forcing myself to calm down from those memories. Then I began reviewing and refining my training plans for the foreseeable future.
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My bad I lied that intro into Harley was unexpected but I was feeling myself the next chapter as you saw is actually training.