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Harleen Quinzel was a crazy bitch. She was a total lunatic. She knew it because her brilliant, creative boyfriend told her so. She couldn't survive without him and it was only his mercy that she wasn't dead - or locked for life in Arkham. Because she was so stupid and crazy.
He told her so often enough for her not to forget. And he hit her because she was a stupid bitch who deserved it.
But because she was so crazy and stupid she didn't really care even of her own life and she left him. She just walked away one day. Just like that. On her way to the grocery store to buy him more beer, she just decided "hell no, I'm leaving him." And she did.
She didn't have anything with her. No more clothes than she was wearing. No more money than he had given her for pizza and beer.
She had to be totally crazy because she paid to get into the monorail. She drove two stations and walked over the old parking lot to the wast hall. She knocked and the door was opened.
"Yeah?" the man said.
"Is Pamela here? I have to talk to her."
The man grunted and turned around. She followed him. The man obviously knew who she was, because you just couldn't walk into Gotham's largest drug factory and get invited in.
Pamela was watering the plants with some blue shit.
"Harley? What's going on? Is something wrong?"
The man stood too close to hear. Harley glared at him don't you dear to listen or I'll kill you and he stepped away.
"I left him," she whispered. "I'm getting out of Gotham. Do you join me?"
She had promised to do that but Harley had learned promises didn't mean anything.
"Now?" Pam was appalled for a moment. "Sure, yes, I do. Of course! Do you have a plan?"
"No." She had made it this far. That was a win.
"Alright. Come on!" Pam took her hand and drew her towards the door. "I've got to take care of something," she shouted to her boss who just nodded because she was with the girlfriend of one of the most scared people of Gotham and you just didn't want to get into bad terms with the Joker.
Pam drew Harley to her car. "Sit down, there's no point of hiding you, he will find out about us soon enough." Pam was determined now like she had a plan. Harley just didn't care, she was going to die anyway today so she could just enjoy her life and the company of a person who loved her so much that she could risk her life for her.
Harley didn't know if she loved her, too. She didn't know anything. Because she was so stupid. And she didn't want anything because it was scary to want anything. She might want the wrong things and then he would have to hit her again. Like now. Because now she definitely wanted the wrong thing.
Pam drove towards the shore where the richer ones lived. "They will be right after us, we need a better car. - - - That one!" It was black, large, had tinted windows, and was rented from Metropolis. "Perfect."
Pam drove her old car close to the shore. When they both were off the car, she pushed it off the road. It rolled slowly to the river.
Harley circled the car. "This looks rather tricky. Are you sure you can get it for us?"
Pam hadn't done car jobs for ages because of her well-paid job in the drug industry, but she knew the tricks. For cases like this, she used the special electric key she had got as a Christmas present from Selina. So they got in and the car rolling without waking the alarm.
Pam drove. She held Harleen's hand and smiled. "Don't worry. We'll be alright."