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  • the first draw

    Chapter by AetherCord · 23 Jun 2026
  • This chapter introduces the transformation of harley quinn into something else and how the betray will be the fuel of the fire that will burn down gotham.
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  • # Chapter One: The new hand

    The chemical lab hummed with the low thrum of industrial machinery, fluorescent lights casting sterile white across rows of steel vats and tangled pipes. Harley Quinn skipped alongside the Joker, jester hat bouncing as she clutched a duffel bag stuffed with vials and canisters they'd already pilfered.

    "Puddin', are you sure we need all of these?" she asked, peering at a row of bubbling tanks. "I mean, what's wrong with the old recipe? It worked fine!"

    The Joker paused, his grin stretching wider beneath the green hair. "Fine? Fine? My dear Harley, fine is the enemy of spectacular! This batch—" He gestured grandly at the equipment. "—is going to produce a toxin so beautiful, so artistic, that Batman will weep joker-green tears of pure, unadulterated horror!"

    Harley giggled, her blue eyes sparkling with adoration. "Oh, you're so smart, Mistah J! I don't understand half of what you're sayin', but I love it!"

    The Joker snorted, already turning back to his work. "That's because you don't think, Harley. You just follow. Like a good little doggy."

    The words stung, but Harley swallowed the feeling. That was just how he talked. He didn't mean it. He loved her.

    A sudden thump echoed from the far end of the facility.

    The Joker's grin vanished. "Trouble."

    Before Harley could ask what was wrong, the shadows in the corner exploded into motion. A black-clad figure descended from the rafters, cape billowing like wings of judgment.

    Batman.

    "Joker," the Dark Knight growled, his voice a low rumble of barely-contained fury. "The fun's over."

    "Bat-Bat!" The Joker clapped his hands together with theatrical delight. "Right on time! I was hoping you'd make it—I wanted you to see my new masterpiece!" He held up a beaker of swirling green liquid. "Care to be the first volunteer?"

    "Put it down."

    "Make me."

    The fight erupted in a blur of motion. Batman lunged forward, his fist connecting with the Joker's jaw and sending the clown stumbling backward. Harley screamed, dropping the duffel bag and rushing to help— she reached for her mallet and lifted it above her head, she swung it with all her might at the Dark Knight's head—but he caught the wooden shaft, twisted it from her grasp, and hurled her across the room …
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