Things were fairly normal at the moment for seven year-old Harry Potter; he was taking a stroll to clear his head of the odd thoughts he was having lately, when he felt a warm sensation on the back of his neck, he had learned quickly that this was usually an indicator of when something bad would happen to him. He looked behind him and saw his baby whale of a cousin and his group of friends and quickly started running, knowing from experience that they had most likely decided to play a game of ‘Harry Hunting’. ‘I don’t want to be a punching bag my whole life,’ Harry thought as he turned a corner, Dudley and his gang a few blocks behind him. He was scared when he reached a dead-end and heard them getting closer. A cold sensation came over him as he started to panic,‘I wish I could be anywhere else but here!’

When Dudley and his group turned into the alley, they were confused that Harry was nowhere in sight. They searched the area before leaving to see if he had slipped away and gone in a different direction.

—HJH—

Harry was shocked to see the vast change in area around him; he had somehow appeared in a large city, which did not seem like London at all, from the way everything way built, and also it was suddenly nighttime. ‘Where am I?’ He was jolted from his thoughts by a very loud alarm going off. He turned and was confused at the two figures he saw running from a nearby bank. One, a woman, was wearing a black and red jester’s outfit while the other seemed to be wearing a purple suit and both of them had their faces done up in white make-up. He stood staring at them and would have kept staring if the woman had not crashed into him causing the both of them ended up on the ground.

“Ow, watch where you’re going!” The woman exclaimed as she picked herself up.

Harry was about to reply when he saw what looked like a spotlight projecting an odd shape onto the clouds and he decided to ask what it was.

The man looked up and let out a laugh, his grin stretching inhumanly widely, before turning to the woman, “As much fun as it would be to play with the Bat, we don’t have the time. Come on Harley, I don’t want to go back to Arkham so soon after getting out.”

“Who’s the Bat?” Harry asked, drawing disbelieving looks from the two of them, “…what?”

“You don’t know who Batman is!?” The man asked. Harry shook his head in response causing the man to grin and grab him by the arm and leading him off, Harley following close behind. “Batman is a dark figure that wants to stop poor people, such as ourselves, from trying to get ahead in life! He always shows up, beats the living sh-uh stuffing out of me and gets me arrested and thrown into Arkham, even though I can get out of there whenever I want.”

“So…Batman is a bad guy?” Harry reasoned, trying to keep up with the odd man and just barely avoiding tripping in his worn out shoes.

“To us he is,” Harley said, opened the door to the getaway car and tossing the loot inside and, after a moment’s hesitation, putting Harry inside as well before jumping into the driver’s seat.

“I can see this being the start of something quite interesting,” The man said with a laugh as he jumped into the passenger seat, “What’s your name, kiddo?”

“Harry Potter,” he replied with a smile, these two were interesting and he liked their costumes.

“Name’s Harley Quinn,” she said as she started up the car and drove away from the scene.

The man smiled widely and shook Harry’s hand, giving him a slight shock due to a joy buzzer he had palmed in his hand, he laughed before introducing himself, “Joker.”