BATMAN: THE RISE OF HARLEY QUINN
By Amy Sadler © 2025
Author’s Notes:
I do not own the rights to Batman or the characters
from Batman. The Copyright for Batman and the characters from Batman, belong to
DC Comics. This is just a fan fiction with a twist, featuring Batman and all
associated characters and Gotham City from Batman. This story is a piece of
complete fiction outside of what is featured within it. Lastly, this story was
also inspired by the following:
For which this story would have not been possible
without it.
PART 1:
BEAUTY AND THE MEN IN BLACK
Bruce Wayne was young and attractive featuring, short jet-black hair, blue eyes of a medium build, he had a square jaw line that made his facial features, very distinctive and he stood at 6ft tall. He was a Billionaire, a wealth that came to him after the brutal murder of his parents, Thomas, and Martha Wayne, of which Bruce swore vengeance for their deaths.
He used his wealth to aid the poor and other charities as well as also help fund the Gotham Police Force to help fight crime, while he secretly trained himself and built himself up to be a vigilante by the name of Batman, which he got after falling down a well that was filled with bats that terrified him when he was a child, which used to give him nightmares.
But he finally was able to overcome his nightmares and so he turned his nightmare into a vision, one that would now instead, strike fear into the villains of Gotham City. As Batman, he fought many Villains, such as the Joker, the Riddler, The Penguin, Mr Freez and Catwoman, plus many more. He was holding a banquet for upcoming pioneers such as Mr Lu Chang, inventor of the Atomic powered car, Mr Mark Cassedy, inventor of the first’s worlds Quantum Computer and Dr. Harleen Frances Quinzel, PhD in Physics, biology, and cosmetics.
She was absolutely stunning, all eyes were on her now, with her long blonde hair flowing down her slender frame, she had sapphire blue eyes, and she was 5ft 6in tall, and she wore the most stunning and beautiful full bodice white frilly dress with big puffy sleeves and pristine white 4in heal shoes, making her look even taller. She was a sight for sore eyes and then some. It was virtually impossible to believe that a woman of her stunningly beautiful looks, that she could possess such fields of knowledge.
The highlight of the party was that she was going to give a demonstration with her mixture of most exotic chemicals that she had invented herself, of which she boasted that she could bring a dead plant back to life with her unique vails of liquid that she had brought with her, in which she kept safely in a sealed container. There was a bunch of security guards however, guarding the container. Everything was going perfectly well, without a hitch.
Everything was on her now. Harleen had worked long and hard on perfecting the chemicals that were in the vails that she had brought. She called the chemicals, Wonder Serum. There was a total of four chemicals, that Harleen had claimed that they were based in part, the four natural elements, but with something extra added to each one. Each chemical was unique and when combined together, they can work wonders, hence their name, Wonder Serum.
Harleen had opened the container very carefully, she wore protective white gloves, which matched her dress in an odd sort of fashion. Just then a group of armed men entered the building in which the party was being held at, which of course, with Bruce hosting the party, it was his ancestral home that the party was being hosted at Wayne Manor. They fired their weapons and ran toward where Harleen was standing, they grabbed a vial each, Harleen tried to stop one of the men, by taking one of the vails off, of him.
There was a struggle, until the guy holding onto one end of the vail, suddenly open the top of the vail and threw the contents of that vail into Harleen’s face, she screamed out in horror and in pain, then she fell to the floor in agony. The gang of men fled the scene and Bruce quickly called for an ambulance. “I am going to see to it personally Miss Quinzel that you get the very best of treatment.” Said Bruce, as soothingly as possible, while Harleen was on the floor writhing with pain.
And in a matter of minutes, an ambulance finally arrived, and an ambulance crew gathered around Dr. Harleen Frances Quinzel, PhD, they lifted her up onto a stretcher and carried her away out of Wayne Manor. Wayne wanted to go with Miss Quinzel, but the ambulance men would not allow him to accompany her, even though he was who he was. He, however, was not immediate family, or even a close friend. The ambulance speeded away, the ambulance driver was instructed to take her, which was the most best hospital in all of Gotham City.
But as the ambulance was enroute to the hospital, the tiers were shot at, then when the ambulance came to a sudden halt. A gang of men in black all wearing ski masks, raided the ambulance and they took Dr. Quinzel out of the ambulance and shoved her into a black van, which rode off at top speed. It drove toward an abandoned building, deep into the heart of Gotham City itself. From the outside, it looked like a typical office building, one however that had not been occupied for quite some time and the authorities simply have not gotten around to either refurbish the place and make the building a functioning office building again, or have the place torn down.
No one bothered to go in, not that they could as all of the doors were secured shut and the glass of the building was oddly bulletproof, so no one could shoot their way into the building. No one could get in or out of the place. There was a parking lot just underneath the building, which also no one ever used, the black van drove into the parking lot. It stopped and the men in black got out of the van, carrying with them Dr. Quinzel. They made their way to a door, which oddly opened all by itself, once they men were inside of the building the door closed and locked all by itself.
The men in black carried Dr. Quin over to a bed of some kind that had straps attached to hit. They laid down Dr. Quinn onto the bed. Then they fastened the straps around her wrists and her ankles, then they left, a man in a purple 3-piece suit with a flower sticking out of his left jacket lapel, walked over toward Dr. Quinn. He stood over her now, grinning, while he waited for her to regain consciousness. It did not take too long, as Dr. Quinn regained consciousness. She looked around her, to try and get a look at her surroundings.
TO BE CONTINUED.
