[WP] After Batman's death Alfred finds a badly wounded Harley Quinn and takes her to Wayne Manor. Seeing a better way than Joker's punching bag, Alfred and Oracle train her to become the heroine Gotham needs.

Set in the post-Final Crisis period where Bruce Wayne is "dead" and Dick Grayson is Batman.

Harleen Quinzel was seated in an ample armchair, gazing at the cackling flames in the fireplace before her. This was Wayne Manor, supposedly the abode of a rich playboy, filled with rooms both expansive and ornate, yet somehow...empty.

The man she loved had left her again. It was understandable at the time, after all, all relationships have their hiccups. But it was more than that. Since he survived that bullet to the face, they simply didn't have fun together any more. So it was that three months ago, she'd followed him on his way to some "redecoration". Finally, he saw her again. Really saw her. Smiled, even. Then triggered an explosion without forewarning. Left her, burned, bleeding and crushed by rubble. No set-up. No punchline. Just pain. But a Batman with a kind voice saved her, had her nursed to health by a solemn butler.

"A lot can happen in three months, Miss Harleen" mused Alfred, a faint smile entering the corner of his lips. He entered with a steaming bowl of soup. "Dr Leland really has done wonders for your mood. I daresay you look healthy. Don't you forget to use your skin cream, young lady. Those grafts look awfully dry". There he went again. A lovely man, if a bit overbearing. But he cared. And that's what counts. "Will do, Mistah A. Say, have you seen Barb?". "I believe she's conversing with master Grayson in the courtyard". "Oh, thanks Alfie. I'll be back in a bit". Harleen leapt grinning from her chair, her soup untouched.

It was a frosty day outside, though it was only early in the afternoon. SMASH! Harleen turned to see Dick breaking concrete blocks by one of the larger trees. Alfred had taught her what martial arts and weapons knowledge he had, now it was Barbara instructing her. Psychiatry had certainly helped her get a new outlook on life, but it wasn't a career she wanted to return to. Thrills were required, but without so much of the criminal element. So she was becoming a superhero, The Owl. She presented the strikes she'd practiced to Barbara, then they just chatted. It was so strange, being normal again. Barbara wasnt her type of person, but she too had faced tragedy by the Joker's hands, as had the recently resurrected former Robin, Jason Todd. Word was he was becoming increasingly unhinged.

Weeks passed. After a lot of rigorous training, finally The Owl was ready, and patrolling the skies of Gotham with none other than Batman. The Red Hood was shooting up gang territories, and innocent lives were put at risk. Time to put a stop to it. The gunfire drew nearer, and the pair landed on a nearby rooftop. Using her Owl-goggles, Harleen assessed the situation. The gunfire stopped. "Dick, d'you wanna go in?" "Yeah. Better make it quick. We could still pull someone alive out of there... And call me Batman goddammit".

Swooping down, they snuck to the house opposite. Dick gave the signal to wait, then pushed the open door. Bodies were strewn everywhere. Smashed glass. Weapons. Chemicals. A drug den. "Gas masks on", he whispered. "Could be toxic". She complied, fumbling with her - WHAM - Red Hood struck Dick hard on the head, warm liquid oozing from the wound beneath the cowl. Red hood laughed manically. "Shit!" came a muffled noise beneath the gas mask.

"Stay down, pretender", Todd shouted. "It's her I'm after. You! You don't fool me for a second, Quinn. I knew you'd find me. Come to tag in from puddin', eh?", came spiteful words. Dick groaned. Harley raised her hands, ready to test her hand-to-hand skills. "I've changed, really. I see Mistah J for the monster he is now". Todd cocked his head. "Too late". A shot rang out, and Harleen looked down to see her costume beginning to soak with blood. Her legs collapsed beneath her. Dick gained his composure, struggling to his feet. "Are you dense? Are you retarded or something?" He yelled triumphantly. "I'm the goddamn Batman!". Jason struck him with the butt of the weapon. "No you're not". Jason stalked over to Harleen, rifling through her utility belt. "Hmm. What's this? Cream?" Dick was out cold. Jason seized the opportunity, ripping Harleen's blood-soaked pants off.

Jason proceeded to rub his penis with the skin cream, then forcefully penetrate Harley's anus. "You love a monster!" He screamed. "Do you have any idea what he did to me? To all of us?". "Of course", Harley wept. "I've changed. I'm good now". "That remains to be seen". Jason repeatedly slammed into her...but something was wrong. He felt like...laughing...

Jason broke down in a fit of laughter. "Aw, shit, you broke my secret stash" Harley moaned. From the shadows, Joker appeared. He looked down, amused, at the hysterical Jason. "The old Joker toxin gag, eh?". Harley knew it was time she came back. The burst plastic sac up her ass was beginning to affect her too. She smiled, and, her pain numbed, kissed her puddin'. She was going to be ok. "Run along now, Harley. Things to see, people to do". She skipped away half-naked down the moonlit streets, and Joker proceeded to anally violate both former Robins. "Hoohoohahahahahaaaa".