Harley Quinn's new Crush. (F/F) DC, superhero

[Lustful Bride]

Gotham city isn't the place one usually thinks of, when they want to think of cheering masses and people celebrating in the streets. But on a sunny autumn day, the people of the infamous city were rejoicing over the greatest news that anyone could have ever given them. False positives had been given before, so this time the GCPD had wanted to be absolutely sure of it this time before they went public.

You couldn't make mistake when you finally pronounced The Joker as dead as a disco. But they ran every test they could think of, even invented a few new ones, to be 110% sure that the Clown Prince of Crime was never getting back up. The moment they knew it was for real this time, they announced it to the whole world.

Once it became publicly known that the Joker, the mass murdering, psychotic clown, was finally dead, it almost became a public holiday. Everyone was so busy celebrating that few stopped to think about the circumstances of his death. Shot in the back and left to bleed out in a warehouse on the docks, surrounded by tanks of chemicals, and his chattering teeth toys. Someone had called it in anonymously and when the GCPD arrived, they were amazed to find out it was true. They had found him with that infamous grin of his permanently locked onto his face once the rigor mortis set in, one fearful officer had thought it a trap so much that he actually fired a few more bullets into the Joker just to be sure.

So many people lost the betting pool that night, everyone thought he would kill himself with a bomb in some insane plot rather than let anyone else have the glory to claim his life, or at least in an attempt to take The Batman with him.

The Joker was dead and one of the worst criminals in history was gone, but his little follower, Harley Quinn, was nowhere to be found. No amount of searching could locate her, with some claiming she might have offed herself to be with her 'Puddin'.

Some said that The Batman finally snapped, or a Goon of his decided to be a hero. Still others believed it might have been Deadshot, the famed assassin, fulfilling a contract from a rival in the seedy underbelly of Gotham. There were so many people that wanted the Joker out of the picture that it would be a herculean task to find out exactly who did it. Regardless however, the people of Gotham were celebrating like never before, all save for one. His biggest fan...or his former biggest fan in this case.

Harley had done everything Mr. J. asked, EVERYTHING! She had taken any number of beatings (both from him and those annoying do gooders) over the years just to keep his smile on his face, but that last time had been particularly bad. It wasn’t her fault that the chemicals went bad before they crossed the border. They were coming all the way from a dealer down in Mexico for crying out loud! It was a miracle they even arrived at all! Its not like she could have Fed-Exed the shit to Gotham! But Mr. J... He didn’t want to listen. No, he just kept insulting her, hitting her, cursing her, it went on and on, he tore her outfit, smashed her head against a wall. The world was a painful blur of emotions, and for a few moments all Harley could see was red. That was...was until she heard the bang. It sounded like the Death knell of the world itself. Louder than even the greatest bomb.

Bang Bang, and her baby fell down.

The origins of the sound came from the small snubbed nosed .38 Special revolver she had always kept tucked away for emergencies in her costumes. When she realized what she had done, Harley couldn't believe it. She had shot the Joker, her Puddin' in the back. She killed him! Even as her ears rang from the gunshot, his final words still echoed in her mind. Promising to be permanently etched in her memory.

'That…wasn’t funny….'Even as he carried that grin on his face that she loved so much.

The shock of what she had done drove her to run away and remain out of sight for some time. After everything she had done she had nowhere to go, and no one to turn too. She was as well know as Mista "J" himself. So no one was going to stick their neck out for her, not even her family if she showed up on their doorstep. Particularly if she had another "Episode". For two months, Harley wandered the streets, and back allies of Gotham. The rain and her tears long since washed away her makeup, and leaving her indistinguishable from a mad homeless woman. Time seemed to blur along after that, like she was continuously sleep walking through the days, and nights.

That was until the time some wannabee joker punks tried to jump her. Figuring she would be an easy score, or that she could be some "Fun" for the night.

Harley was too out of it to try and fight. Too tired, hungry, and depressed to even care as they knocked her to the ground. Harley could feel her life, and her desire to live slip away. This had to be poetic, right? She Killed Mista "J", and now she was being beaten, and probably going to get killed by a group of punk Joker posers in rubber clown masks. Fine, so be it.

Yet, it would appear that her life would not be so easily ended. The punks wouldn't have long to enjoy the fruits of their "Conquest" before a booming voice demanded they stop. The last thing Harley would see before slipping into unconsciousness was bright Headlights, flashing Red, and Blue, and a surprisingly feminine form approaching and chasing the punks off. Who knew Angel's had such nice asses?

That was the first time Harley Quinn met Officer Kelly Durant. A young cop patrolling the mean streets of Gotham. Since the death of Joker the GCPD had been trying to fill the power vacuum left by him with as many uniforms as they could, taking advantage of the breathing room and even rushing new officers through training to get them on the streets.

Over the next Several weeks, Officer Durant and Harley's paths seemed to continually cross more, and more. Each time with the Officer helping the pitiful homeless woman. Showing her kindness that she had not felt in a long time, giving her change if she passed by or offering to buy the homeless woman a meal. All the while never knowing that she was helping the dangerous, and notorious, "Harley-Quinn". For Harley, the more she met and saw Kell, the more, and more thoughts started to turn in her unstable mind. Thoughts that continually swirled around the Officer that she was finding more, and more attractive. She might just even bring out, her old costume . Maybe her new crush will appreciate it more than Mista "J" ever did. Her new crush, her new Puddin'.

For Officer Durant, her life changed one particularly bad night when she was cornered by the same gang of "Jokers" that she chased off the night she met Haley. However their numbers had grown significantly, they jumped her ,quickly pushing her into an alleyway and beating her till she couldn't see straight. They even made sure her radio was smashed so she couldn't call for backup. As the thugs closed in, bragging about what unspeakable horrors they were about to commit to the young officer, a soft giggling echoed off the brick, and mortar walls of the alley. Yet the giggle was one that sent chills up the pines of all those who heard its malicious tone.

Turning everyone would see a new, familiar, figure at the mouth of the Alley. A bright sadistic smile hung underneath frenzied blue eyes.

'Ey Puddin', miss me?  She asked, wielding a terrifyingly large mallet that was soon to come down on the heads of the men before her.

I am looking to play as officer Durant for this. While it would be fun to portray Harley, I don't think that i can do her justice (and I'm really not that funny). I'm fine with brainstorming and working out various ideas for this and playing around with continuity. But that said I'd prefer to avoid some of the more grimdark stuff that DC has done. Zack Snyder can stick with the DC Cinematic universe :P

I think part of the fun of this could be playing Officer Durant as a sane person in a world of wackiness full of flying Men of Tomorrow, Crazy rich boys in bat suits, clown girls, calendar men and more. But the longer she spends with Harley, the more that serious mask cracks and the two may find that they have more in common than they think.

I can see the relationship between Harley and her new sweetie being rather odd, with with officer not fully trusting her and maybe trying to get her to leave, but Harley keeps appearing every time she turns her back. Like at her Apartment, while she is on patrol, hiding in the back of her patrol car. Sometimes she would even try to 'help' in her own Harley way. Bringing her new Puddin some fresh baked goods (Stolen of course), beating up bad people and leaving them for Kelly to take in, tidying up her home when she's out (and replacing the broken lock on the backdoor...that she herself broke. But that's just small potatoes!). All these little gifts being very much like a cat bringing a dead mouse to its owner.

Any number of fun Harley antics could occur. Ranging from funny, romantic, or serious. Scenes of Harley showing her good side, perhaps during an attack by scarecrow, where Durant is hit with fear toxin and unable to use an autoinjector on herself. But Harley has been exposed to so many drugs and chemicals in her lifetime she has a higher threshold for it, and gives the officer her antitoxin.

Or A fake Joker shows up and Harley freezes up thinking her old Puddin is back for revenge, leaving Durant as the only thing standing between Harley and a relapse into her old ways.