He was lying in his bed, staring at the recently procured watch on his wrist watching the seconds tick by.

tick tick tick tick tick tick.

Tock-BOOM

The explosion rattled the foundations of the asylum, the lights flickered, then the gunshots.

Then the screams.

"Hahahaha. This, is going to be fun." The stampede of fleeing people was moving closer and closer.

He sat up, fiddled with the cuff of the jumpsuit then grabbed the machine gun from under the mattress. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, waiting patiently in front of the cell door for his thugs to arrive.

He watched the flashes of white and blue of the doctors coats and orderlies uniforms pass him by. Followed by the loud sounds elicited by the light-show of bullets following close behind.

Then a panda suit peaked around the corner he gave a little wave. The suit moved down the hall followed by an eye in a red jumpsuit carrying a duffle bag.

They reached his cell taking some C4 charges from the bag and placing them at the four corners of the door.

They ran for cover then;

Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom

The detonation caused debris to fly out of and into the cell. But the door stood tall. With a few craters at each corner mind you, but still.

He kicked the door and it fell to the ground with a resounding slam.

"Boys!" The goons ran forward handing him a chest holster and a double sided one that he wound around his waist. Holstering the SMG in the chest holster. They handed him two pistols and a bat. He put one of the pistols into the other holster and gripped the other and the bat tightly.

He breathed deeply. Its good to feel free again.

"Thank you." He said sincerely, right before ramming the bat into the the Eye's stomach.
He fell to the ground and Joker kept slamming the bat down - while he explained why this was very much necessary.

"When-" Slam "I-" Slam "say-" Slam "blow-" Slam "the door-" Slam "off its goddamned hinges!" He roared in the groaning goon's masked face.

"You better fuckin' do it." He finished with a final stomp of his boot on the idiots neck. And a bullet in his head for good measure.

Joker turned to the panda. He gave him his trademarked smile, slightly bloodied though it was by the spray of the gunshot.

"Now, where were we?" The panda hesitated before answering with a nervous tilt to his voice.

"The storage room, sir."

"Ah, hehehehe." He twirled the blood-splattered bat in his hands.

"Well, I suppose it's time to pay a visit to the good doctor. Don't you?" He walked off before the Panda could answer.

"Let's start the party."

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She was staring at the body of one of the orderlies. She was just eating in the lunch room. Then, the gunshots, the screams.

He knew.

"Just so you know, this is our last sesh."

She didn't understand.

"Well, I asked for a machine gun for a reason."

He warned her.

She stepped gingerly over the orderly's body, trying not to look at the gruesome scene that surrounded her when she left the safety of her overturned table.

She walked out the door, moving towards her office. You don't move to place like Gotham, then work somewhere like Arkham and not own a gun.

She heard more screams echoing down the hall and stopped.

Then she heard the laugh.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" 

He's coming, he warned her. Would he hurt her? Did he want to find her?  Would he protect her?

She didn't know, but she still didn't move.

Then he walked around the corner and it was too late to decide.

"Harley, how's my favourite lady?" He called out as he strolled confidently down the hall.

"Mistah J, what's going on?" Harleen asked, voice shaking as she jumped at the sounds of more gunshots.

"Well, it's a party my dear." Spreading his arms wide, her eye was drawn to the blood spattered bat in his left hand. "Now I need to open my presents, and your gonna help me." He was standing in front of her now holding her hand in his.

"Mistah J I-" She choked on her words, so much was happening. She couldn't cope.

"Ah,ah. Where's the storage room Harl, I had a lot of things when I came here. They took them and... I'd like to get them back." He leaned in his eyes staring into hers.

Harleen didn't know what to do. People were... Dead, she was alive.

Because He wanted her to be. So she did as she was told. Her sense of self-preservation kicking in.

She led him through the winding halls, running into a few of his goons along the way. More gunshots, more screams. Then they followed along.

By the time they reached the metal reinforced warehouse door that led to where they kept the prisoner's possessions. They're group of two turned into a group of six.

She quickly moved to the keypad next to door. Placing her thumb on the small square screen below the keypad then quickly punched in the code.

The doors opened with a whine of un-oiled metal, Joker bouncing up and down like and excited child.

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Ohhh.
This. Is going to be so much, fun.

He handed his bat to Harley, who fumbled with it for a moment before gripping it tightly.

Walking inside of the warehouse looking around at the coloured boxes littering the warehouse. He spread his arms wide and twirled in delirium.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!!" He turned back to his goons.

"Boys! Tear it up!" At his command the costumed thugs raided every painted crate they came across, I mean seriously there aren't even any labels how do they expect to find any-

"Mistah J?" Harley interrupted his thoughts, which would have irritated him greatly if not for why she did so.

"This what you lookin' for?" She tapped the green and purple spray-painted crate with the bat and smiled.

Oh, colour coded.

Oh, hohoho." He slid right up next to the crate. His smile was splitting his face, even more than usual.

He held his hand out for the bat and when it was placed in his hand, he immediately smashed it open.

"Come to daddy, baby." He looked at the canisters filled with gas and the guns surrounding the bomb in the centre.

"Thank you Harl." Joker said sincerely. He turned his head to her.

"Y'know what? I got a gift for you." Joker's smile was deceptively slight.

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Whoop first 1000 and up chapter of the rewritten series, muahahahha. Plus a little cliffy. And it's also pretty filler-y but, eh. Kinda needed it.

So you guys like how much Joker POV your getting? I am!

The next chapter is gonna be all Harley's perspective, probably.

And this next chapter will be the beginning of Harleen Quinzel's full transformation into Harley Quinn. Which will probably span over two chapters as a whole. So happy days!

And after these chapters we get into the Nolan North movies.