Welcome to My World of Fun

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Welcome to my world of fun

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It was supposed to be a party, but it certainly didn't look like it. That was Harley's thought about the 'party' she was in at the moment, it really wasn't her idea to be there, but she was the date of Bruce Wayne and had to maintain appearances. They had been dating for about 2 months (something surreal for famous playboy billionaire) and she was trying really hard to see the appeal.

"I'm sorry that this is so boring" said Bruce who had finally finished his conversation with some associates.

"It's okay, but the food better be good" she smiled softly at him, this is why she keep dating Bruce despite the lack of instant connection, he tried hard just like her.

He chuckled and put his arm around her waist. They continued talking and doing some forced social meetings throughout the rest of the party until the time for the toast came.

The sound of someone clicking a champagne glass was heard "Thank you all for being here tonight, this is a special occasion and I'm grateful-" Harley stopped listening and just went back to her thoughts. Bruce's arm was still on her waist and she felt like it was a friend holding her instead of the man she was dating. Such a weird feeling. The sound of clapping pulled her out of it as she joined the clapping herself.

"And with that I just hope you all are spending a good time. Anyone else wants the microphone to say something?"

That clicking sound was heard again in the corner of the lounge along with somebody clearing his throat. The owner of the sound started walking slowly to the center of the room to grab the microphone. Nobody could see him due to his clothes, but as soon as he got the microphone he said "I just want to say that…I'm here, bitches!" his coat and hat came off revealing the smiling face of the Joker, in cue a mass of what you could tell were Joker's thugs crashed the place. Screams, guns being fired and a lot of panic filled the room.

"Come on, Harleen!" whispered Bruce as he took her hand and lead her out of chaos way.

They found a small room behind the lounge kitchen and Bruce said "Stay here and don't come out, I'll be back for you after I find someone" before Harley could reply he continued "Try not to make noise, please" and with a small peck on her lips he was gone.

It took Harley a couple of seconds to regain her calm. She looked around the small room for something to protect herself if necessary and found nothing threatening enough. With a sigh she sat down on the dirty floor not caring about her long silk dress. What was going to happen? Where was Bruce? Harley's thoughts were once again interrupted by the sound of someone trying to open the door. Panic seized her and she tried her hardest to not make a sound. Still, the door was open to reveal one of Joker's thugs.

"Get up" he demanded in a harsh voice.

"Please, you don't ha-" she was cut off when the man pulled her by the arm and to her feet.

"Shut up" that was all he said as he took her back to the lounge where everybody was a sobbing mess. The rest of the thugs were pointing their guns at the guests.

"Good evening! Hope I'm not interrupting this…party? I suppose this is what it is" everybody shut up when the Joker started talking. Harley was at the back of the room, but nobody could miss that white tuxedo.

"I must admit that I was a little hurt when Johnny boy over there-" he said pointing to the man at his left "- informed me about a party that I wasn't invited to" he finished with a fake pout, but suddenly laughed when a lady started crying loudly. He walked over to her.

"You must be the birthday girl" he said cheerfully to the crying old lady.

"Boy! You must, obviously, know a thing or two about birthdays" he said chuckling. Harley noticed that the thugs behind her were distracted, as well as the Joker. Taking advantage of this, she started to back away slowly to the hall that connected the main room with the kitchen in hopes to find an escape route. She was almost halfway there when she realized how quiet the room suddenly was. A chuckle was heard from behind her and she knew she was screwed.

"C'mere, toots" when she didn't move he came over her, grabbed her arm and dragged her to her feet.

He grabbed her by the jaw and pulled her face closer to his, but just as he was about to said something he closed his mouth and simply looked at her. The girl in front of him was gorgeous, with bright blue eyes and pink pouty lips, sex and women were not the first things that pop into his head, but he really was into blondes. Shaking his head he quickly dismissed those thoughts and said "What's your name?"

"Harleen" she answered in a soft, slightly shaky voice.

"Mmm. No, don't like it. Tell me, dollface, did you really thought that it was a good idea your... little escape attempt?"

"I almost succeeded" her natural sass returning.

He lifted what have should have been an eyebrow "My, my aren't we sassy. You know, it isn't the best idea to speak to me in that way"

"And it isn't the best idea to get this close to me" before he could processed what was happening she had kicked him in the shin. With a grunt he momentarily released her, but only to grab her again by the throat this time.

"You really are a dumb blonde, aren't ya? I should've thrown you out of the fucking window the second you opened your mouth" he growled out.

Still gasping for air from his hold on her throat, she answered "with the help of whom?" and finished with a little smirk. Then he noticed the lack of thugs in the room and the hopeful glances of the guests.

"Son of a bi-" he was cut out when batman knocked him in the head, giving Harley the perfect opportunity to run out of the damned place along with the rest of the guests.

Once outside, a paramedic came over to her and asked if she was hurt to which she just shook her head and continued walking. Suddenly the doors of the building opened revealing the dark knight dragging a bloody and handcuffed Joker. When they walked past her the Clown Prince of Crime addressed her again.

"Hey there, dollface!" when he tried to smile she noticed that some of his teeth were broken. She didn't respond and Batman shoved the Joker in his batmobile.

"See ya later, toots!" and that laugh was heard until the batmobile was out of sight.

Staring blankly ahead of her, she started walking again. A hand found its place on her shoulder and made her turned.

"Miss Quinzel?" the older man asked.

"Yeah, that's me. Can I help you?" she really just wanted to find Bruce and leave the damn place.

"My name is Alfred. I'm mister Wayne's butler"

"Oh my god, is he okay? Do you know where he is?"

"He is okay. He asked me to take you home safely"

"He's not coming back?"

"Master Wayne has some business to take care of." Harley stared at disbelief at the man in front of her. This wasn't new on their 'relationship'; Bruce would always leave at some point on their dates, sending someone to take care of Harley and trying to make it up to her later. Since their first date people told her that she was just another accessory, Harley tried not to pay any attention to these types of comments, but at this moment she definitely felt like they were truth.

"You know what, Alfred; you can tell Master Wayne that I can get home myself and that he doesn't have to bother with his apologies" and with that she continued walking ignoring the sound of her name being called.

What a night-she thought, as she made her way to find a cab. After getting home safe, she started to get ready for bed. Two phrases didn't leave her mind, though…

I'll be back for you and See ya later, toots! –she snorted. She really didn't want to see neither of them. And she wouldn't, she assured herself and with that, she fell asleep not knowing what was going to happen.