Y/N POV:

I'm walking home from work. It's about 4 o'clock in the middle of may, so I don't have to rush. I feel the calm of my pepper spray in my pocket anyways, just in case. I ask all I to a grocery store and buy a few things that I need for dinner this week, and dodge past a large man. You could never be too careful in this town. As I walk past an alleyway, I hear wailing. And I'm not talking the little child who lost their doll type of cry, I'm talking full on sobbing. And I know that you're not supposed to walk into a secluded alleyway all by yourself, but I can't help myself. So I take a look around for any criminals with guns or knives, before swiftly walking into the alleyway. The closer I come to the person, I see a woman. A quite familiar one, at that.

-Excuse me, miss? I ask. The woman faces me and point a small, decorated pocket knife at me.

-Calm down, I say and slowly put the grocery bags down and hold up my hands.

-I'm not gonna hurt you, I say.

-Then why come here? You saw it was me, didn't you? She asks angrily.

-Yes, I say. She looks suspiciously at me, and rightfully so.

-Which is why I decided to approach you, I continue.

-What? She asks and I sigh.

-I'm just wondering if you are ok, I say.

-Why would you ask me that? She asks confused.

-Because you were crying, and mama didn't raise no coward, I say. She sighs and puts down the knife and continues to sob. I carefully crouch down beside her.

-Hey, hey, hey, I say and look at her.

-It's just- my kid's gone and I don't know if she left or was taken and I don't know what to do, she sobs and grabs my sleeve. I contemplate the thought that was circling in my head.

-Alright, I say and stand up, holding out my hand to her.

-Come with me, I say.

-Why would I do that? You could kill me for all I know, She says.

-That I could. But luckily for you, I don't feel like killing anyone today. I'm just inviting you to my place to eat, you look pretty tired, I say. She stands up.

-Will you try to poison me? She asks.

-Cause I don't know if I can handle that right now, she dries the tears on her cheeks.

-You'll just have to wait and see, Harley Quinn, I say.

That was a year ago. Today, me and Harley are best friends. Which, honestly is great but I always have weird people trying to kidnap me, and Harley always needs to drop everything to come and make sure I don't get killed.

-Hey bestie! Harley shouts as she come through the door.

-What's for dinner!? She asks and walks into the kitchen, gun waving in the air.

-Harley, what did I tell you about the gun? I playfully remind her. She groans dramatically.

-"To put it in the cupboard by the shoes so I don't accidentally kill anyone", Harley recites and drops the gun into the cupboard and slams it shut.

-And you still didn't answer my question, she says.

-Your favorite, I say. Harley gasps.

-Awwww you shouldn't have! She says happily.

We had found Harleys girl later that week. She had moved and tried to find her luck in Brazil instead of the US. She sends Harley postcards every now and then.

And me? Well, I've been trying to get Harley away from the crime thing, but it's hard when I get kidnapped and Harley has to beat the kidnappers. She also steals like a petty thief sometimes, but that's beyond me. She always wonders how I can live freely on the streets without being a cop or a thief. And it honestly is simpler then that, I just had a good paying job, but the lifestyle of a normal human. I could afford to get myself out of nasty situations, but also enough to get whoever I want into prison.

I serve the food on big plates as we sit in front of the tv watching housewives.

-So Harley, what've you done today? I ask.

-Nothing actually. I've just been at home, doing literally nothing, she says. I give her an unconvinced look.

-Alright so I might've stolen a few lipsticks and lipglosses from the drug store, she says. I roll my eyes playfully.

-But there anti smudge! And you know how messy I get when I wear my lipstick! She says.

-Meh, I say and she hits my arm.

I've actually grown quite fond of the crazy woman. She was nice and pretty and honest... And honestly, I've fallen in love with her... and I fell hard. One second she was my best friend I've ever had and then; BAM! She was my crush. And I tried shaking it off, but I can't. It's something about the way she would shoot people in the head for me that makes me want to give her my heart... but as I said, she's crazy, and I don't know if I would trust her with my heart.

Suddenly the doorbell rings.

-Who could that be? I ask myself loudly as I stand up and walk towards the door. I open it and there stands a man in a very fancy suit.

-Excuse me, how can I help you? I ask, slightly irritated.

-Are you Y/N L/N? The man asks.

-Yeah? I ask.

-Then you need to come with me, he says.

-I have a guest, sorry, I say and try to close the door, but his foot gets in the way... and I know exactly where this was going. He forcefully opens the door again.

-It wasn't a question, he says and starts walking into the apartment. I grab the cupboard and open it and grab Harleys gun. I point it at him and remove the security.

-Don't move jackass, I say. The man didn't look to afraid of me, although he did not enjoy a gun pointing at his head.

-Y/N, what's going on? Harley asks as she walks in on the scene. I look at her for a split second and the man immediately hits the gun out of my hands and tie a bandana over my mouth before throwing me over his shoulder and bolting down the building.

-Hey! Hey! Harley runs after us, gun in hand.

-Hey jackass! Let her go! She runs and starts shooting towards us. I duck my head to not get hit. The man doesn't seem to care either because he doesn't get hit. He throws me into a car, before jumping in himself and driving away.

Later at the evil guys' lair:

-So Y/N... I think you know why you're here, the guys asks. I sigh. Here I am, sitting in an abandoned building with my hands tied behind my back... again.

-Yeah yeah, this isn't my first rodeo, get to the point already, I say. The man looks shocked at me.

-What? You thought you were the first one to kidnap me? No honey, you're late to the show, I say. The man growls and holds a knife to my neck.

-Don't you know what you're dealing with? He asks.

-A small one-man mafia that's trying to prove you are something by kidnapping Harley Quinn's best friend? I ask and lean back casually on the chair.

-Like I said; You ain't the first, I say. The man grits his teeth before we hear gunshots throughout the abandoned building.

-And here comes the cavalry, I smirk.

Harley comes rushing in, red and blue smoke pouring into the room from behind her. She blows away a strand of hair from her eyes. She glared at the man, before seeing me and smiling.

-Hi Y/N! Missed me? She asks as the man shouts for a gun.

-When you speak of the devil, I just say.

Harley kicks down the few men that were rushing towards her, before running behind me and trying to cut away the rope around my hands. When she gets me out of the ropes she looks at me and points to her lips. I blush.

-See? No smudging! She says proudly. I giggle, before feeling a foot in my chest and all of the air in my lungs getting kicked out. I fall onto the floor, the metal chair digging into my back as I glide a couple of meters. I take shaky breaths as I feel that at least two of my ribs are cracked and something in my back is broken. I shake as I lay there on the floor, unable to get up.

Third person POV:

This sets Harleys body on fire and her eyes turn red. She turns to the nasty men and two guns.

-So you wanna play huh? She asks.

-Well you should've brought your own toys, cause I don't like to share! She says and fire a heap of bullets at them, many immediately falling into the floor, dying. Everyone, except the leader. He holds onto his leg as he lays still on the floor, looking terrified at Harley.

- Remember to never mess with me again, she says as she fires another bullet into his other leg, him screaming in agony.

Then Harley immediately runs towards Y/N and kneels beside her.

-Y/N? Y/N? Babe you have to talk to me, she says panicked.

-Harley, Y/N says with a coarse voice.

-Yes, yes I'm here, Harley says.

-Call 911, Y/N says.

-Babe you know I can't do that, I- please... Y/N interrupts as she puts one of Harleys hands on her rib cage, only for Harley to feel the mess.

-Please Harley, Y/N's eyes glaze over. Harley nods before picking up her phone and dialing the unfamiliar number.

-Hello, this is 911, what's your emergency?

Later at the hospital, Y/N POV;

The doctor performed immediate surgery on my ribs and back. Turns out it wasn't as bad as they all had feared. But I still have to be in the hospital for recovery for a couple of days.

It's day two of recovery and it's visitor time, and in comes Harley. She takes a seat beside my bed and puts a flower on the table beside us.

-How're you feeling? Harley asks.

-Better. I can breathe without tubes now at least, I say.

-Good, She says quickly.

-Because I've bought two tickets for a flight that leaves tonight for Brazil, Harley starts explaining.

-Whoa, Harley hold on, Brazil? I stop her.

-Yeah. To get out of this place, she says.

-Why? I ask.

-Because I love you and I cannot see you get hurt like that again, Harley says and turns red.

It turns quiet between us.

-Wait Harley, I say and sit up carefully.

-Y-you love me? I ask. Harley only nods.

-What- since when? I ask.

-A long time, she answers.

-Listen, Harley... I say and she looks shamefully up at me.

-Were not going to Brazil. We're staying here, I say.

-But what if you get hurt again? Harley asks.

-That's what insurance is for, I remind her.

-Besides, you know everyone here already. In Brazil you have to find new people to fight, I say.

-Besides... I love you too... and I want to see you happy, and I know you wouldn't be happy in Brazil, I say.

-Wait, you do? she asks.

-I do, Harley, I say.

-So no Brazil? She asks. I shake my head.

-Can I move in with you then? Because I've already packed everything and I sold my apartment to afford these tickets, Harley says.

-Wait, so, you didn't steal money for them? I ask.

-No, who would steal money for plane tickets. I look at her in astonishment.

-Wait... WAIT! I didn't steal money for plane tickets! Harley celebrates.

-Good job! I laugh. Harley, all happy, grabs my face and kisses me.

-Well.. that was one heck of a way to celebrate, I say shocked.

-I love you, we both say at the same time.

A year later:

My ribs and back are fully healed. I no longer have to carry pepper spray on me for protection when I'm out, because I know Harley has at least a dagger on her if I would need it. She also taught me how to fight. So I'm fully prepared.

Bad guys didn't seem to try to kidnap me as often, because they heard what happened last year and no one dares to hurt or disrespect me.

Because I am Harleys queen, and may god bless whoever tries to disrespect Harleys queen...