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They say,
if you wanna tell a story right,

you gotta start at the beginning.

Too far? Fine.

This is me, harleen quinzel.

When I was a kid, my dad traded me
for a six-pack of beer.

But however many times
he tried to ditch me...

Daddy!

I kept coming back. “Ah!

Eventually, he found me a new home.

The good sisters

of St. bernadetfte's
taught me a lot.

But I was never
an establishment kinda gal.

All things considered, I did good.

I even went to college.

Got my phd.

Had my heart broken
once or twice.

Finding love, it's not easy.

So I threw myself into my work,

became a psychiatrist.

That's when I met him.

Mr. j. My joker.

Oh, I fell hard.

Like out of a plane without a parachute,

right in your dumb fucking face

kinda hard.

I lost all sense of who I was.

I only had eyes for puddin'.

We all know the saying,

"behind every successful man,

there's a badass broad.”

Well that was me.

I was the brains behind some of

- Mr. j's greatest stunts.
- Ha-hal

not that he let anyone know it.

Puddin'?

I guess all good things
have to come to an end.

So...

We broke up.

I handled it real mature.

But Mr. j was super broke up about it.

I got an amazing new place
that was all mine.

It gave me the space fo really reflect
on the mistakes of my past.

I had to find a new identity.

A new me.

It wasn't easy.

But after a while,
I even opened myself up

to the possibility of new love.

Hi

Hello, nice baby.

Here's the thing about new love...

I take payment-in-kind.

You have to feed it.

Soon enough, I was back on my feet.

Ready to move on, to make new friends.

She means fucking business!

- Oh, here we go!
- Whip me!

She has taken
a whip from the pivot,

catapulted to the high side!

Oh!

Yeah! Come on!

/t was time for Gotham
to meet the new Harley Quinn,

so I really put myself out there.

Ride that pole
like you ride your man!

God damn it. Sit the fuck down.

What?

I said sit your skinny ass down,
you dumb slut.

Okay.

You broke my fucking legs!

Oh, boo-hoo.

What?

It's not a party without a little drama,
am I right?

Come on! Turn it up!

Shots on the house.

Call me dumb.
I have a phd, motherfucker.

- Miss Quinn.
- Romy.

That was my driver.

Oh, whoops.

Well, I'm sure it was his fault.
Consider him fired.

Consider me grateful.

Especially since
I know you don't like me.

I agitate his already delicate sense
of mental equilibrium.

That and his obsessive-compulsive need
to be the center of attention.

Will your paramour
be joining us this evening?

Not tonight, romy. Not tonight.

Well, enjoy yourself, miss Quinn.
And do give the joker my best.

Okay, fine, so I hadn't

told people about the breakup.

But you don't understand.

Find me a new driver.

Being joker's girl
gave me immunity.

I could do whatever I wanted
to whoever I wanted,

and no one ever dared to object.

Two for one
you know a bitch buy four

and two left feet
you know I always drop

first thing a girl did was a bop

I'm the whole damn cake
and the cherry on top

shook up the bottom
made a good girl pop

you ain't even here to party
Ken in the club tryna pipe a Barbie

and don't let him give you shit, okay?

You have to stick up for yourself.

I don't wanna
row, row, row the boat

wrist full of rocks
and I hope I float

big up yourself
'cause you know they don't

I chew, chew, chew
'cause they hope I choke

I'm a bitch, I'm a boss

I'm a bitch and a boss
and I shine like gloss

I'm a bitch, I'm a boss

I'm a bitch and a boss
and I shine like gloss

I'm a bitch, I'm a boss

I'm a bitch and a boss
and I shine like gloss

oh, please. I give it a few days

before they're back together.

Even when I did
try and tell people,

they didn't believe me.

Come on.
She told me they're really

broken up this time.

Sure they are, shell.

That's why she's still wearing
that tacky "j" necklace.

She is going to be running
right back into his arms

the minute he snaps his fingers.

If not him,
the next closest Alpha male

- with a pulse.
- Mmm-hmm.

Some people just aren't born

- to stand on their own.
- Oh, girl,

- let's drink. Come on.
- All right.

I knew I needed to find

some way to show the world

that I'd cut ties with Mr. j for good.

Harley!

Some people have the
Eiffel Tower, or olive garden.

The joker and I?

Our love bloomed in a highly toxic
industrial processing plant.

And luckily for me,

I have all my best ideas drunk.

I have the best idea!

The fuck?
Hey! Hey! Come back here!

This is where it all began, puddin'.

You motherfucker!

It was the closure I needed.

A fresh start.

A chance to be my own woman.

But I wasn't the only dame
in Gotham looking for emancipation.

This is our story.

And I'm telling it, so I'll start
where I fucking want.

Meet the cop.

I got 50 says it was turf war.

Not him.

Well, as always, you're wrong, munroe.

Her. Renee Montoya.

Raised on '80s cop shows,
she's always saying cheesy shit like...

There was only one shooter.

Inside.

This guy shot out the glass.

Serrano.

Yo. Hey.

Have ballistics check for a bullet
in one of those parked cars.

Ten years ago,
she broke a career-making case.

- Did I stutter?
- Go ahead.

But her partner at the time
took all the credit

so while he made captain,

she got stuck at detective level
with this idiot.

Okay, you think one guy got all four?

Wait, wait, wait.

I'm just saying, we got
four dead bodies here, you know.

- One guy... bullet holes.
- I'm trying to work.

I'm sorry.
Go ahead and work. Go ahead.

The shooter got close before drawing.
Six rounds.

Two for each of these three.

Yo, mind your debt.

- I'm telling you.
- That girl, Angelina, she's a Princess.

- Whoa. Hey.
- Look at this.

- Is it Halloween?
- Hey. How you doing?

And it wasn't about them.

It was all about this guy, right here.

Do you know who I am?

You fucking bitch.

And this arrow through his throat...

She wanted him to die slowly.

- She?
- We got a hair.

And he's got a new assassin.

Who does?

Roman beauvais sionis.

Jesus Christ.

This is Montoya. What the hell was that?

Shit.

Wow.

- Detective.
- Yep?

Found this necklace.

Holy shit.

Good work, officer.

What is it?

Harley Quinn and the joker broke up.

What?

This was their spot.

She just publicly updated
her relationship status.

Harley Quinn just called
open season on herself.

She did not think this one through.

Yeah, no shit
I didn't think it through.

I'm about to learn that a lot of people
in this city want me dead.

And at the top of that list is this guy.

Mr. keo
and his lovely wife and daughter.

You kinda forced my hand here.

Gotta say, I'm a little disappointed.

I gave you a great pitch. Didn't I?

And I thought... shh!

I thought we could
build something beautiful together.

I thought we could be family.

I'm gonna set you free.

Mmm.

What about her?

I think we can let her go.

I mean, this is a pretty loud
fucking shitshow of a message.

Baby. Aww.

Don't cry.

Thank you. Thank you.

You're welcome.

Is that a snot bubble?

- Ew. Gross.
- What?

Oh, I've changed my mind.
Peel it off.

No. No!

The wack job with the penchant

for peeling faces
is Roman sionis,

aka

black mask.

The fact that he wants me dead
hasn't yet hit my radar.

See, I was halfway across town,

hungover, and thinking about breakfast.

Egg, bacon, American cheese.

Soft, toasted buttered roll.

Just a dash of hot sauce.

Not too much, sal.

I wanna taste the cheese.

What a way to start my new life.

With the perfect egg sandwich.

Mmm!

You're a lifesaver, sal.

And I'm good for the 75 cents, okay?
I promise.

That's all the money
I got in the world,

and it's so worth it.

I don't know if it's
the stray Armenian arm hair,

or the fact that his cheese slices
are always six months out of date,

but no one makes
an egg sandwich like sal.

I mean it, sal. No one.

Freezel Gotham pd.

Yeah, I don't think so.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Yo! Police.

It had been six short hours

since my little stunt at Ace chemicals
anhounced to the world

that Mr. j and I were dunzo.

The immunity I'd enjoyed
for so long was gone.

Cops who never would've dared
come after me before

were suddenly doing this.

Ooh!

Freeze!

- And what's worse?
- Move!

Every person I ever wronged
now felt free

to come and take their pound of flesh.

Turns out I wronged a lot of people.

Come on, boy. Get him!

Oh...

Finally.

And then...

We're gonna
get through this, okay?

Tragedy struck.

It took losing something I truly love

for me to see
that the target on my back

was bigger than I thought.

Freeze.

With the walls
closing in around me,

I made a carefully calculated,

highly strategic move.

Fine. It was dumb luck. But still...

That felt pretty great.

Sorry for busting in on you like that,
but thanks for the shortcut.

See ya. Oh!

There she is.

Harley Quinn.

Yeah?

I've waited a long time for this.

You have?

Oh...

I haven't had breakfast yet.

What did I do to you?

Are you serious?

Look at my face.

Look at my face!

Oh...

That wasn't me.

But you dared him to do it.

Yeah, but I dare a lot of people
to do a lot of things, okay?

- Come on. I'm not even with him anymore.
- I know.

That means

there's no one here to stop me.

- Right.
- You're gonna die, Quinn.

Ooh. A penny.

They're shooting arrows now?

Ah, crap.

Him, too?

Parley?

Fuck, Montoya,
you smell like a dead rat's asshole.

Not today, Simpson.

Hey, it's detective Montoya.
Respect your elders.

I mean, your elderly.

You're only a few years younger than me,
and you're still behind that desk.

You wanna go there?

Come on. Empty your pockets.
All of it.

Cassandra Cain, back already?

Thought by now you'd figure out
how not to get caught.

What? No comeback?

You all right?

You smell like shit.

Yo, Simpson.

Any clean clothes in lost and found?

These are serious accusations,
miss Montoya.

The sionis family name is on
half the museums and schools in Gotham.

And that makes him
immune to the law, captain?

Montoya's day is going
almost as badly as mine.

Remember the guy
who stole her promotion?

That's him.

He had four people killed
alone last night.

If Roman sionis is such a mastermind,

how'd he get fired
from his own fucking company?

The janus corporation is
his father's company, thank you.

And by the way, they cut him off.

Where does the da's office stand
on all this?

To make matters worse,

the assistant da? That's her ex.

The evidence that sionis is
linked to these murders...

There's a shipment coming in.

Drugs?

- A diamond.
- A diamond.

Wow, Montoya. Should we call
the feds for backup?

Listen,
I had a source at the club.

His driver.

He said that Roman
couldn't stop talking about this thing.

And he said that he overheard something
about laser-encoding.

Now, I did some research.

I think it's the bertinelli diamond.

You remember
the bertinelli massacre, right?

Quick history lesson.

Fifteen years ago, one of the wealthiest

mafia families in Gotham
was gunned down.

It was a power grab,
but the real target

was the bertinellis'
super-secret offshore bank accounts,

the details of which
were said to be encoded

in the atomic structure
of a 30-carat diamond.

The rock was jost.

And with it,
the only key to the bertinelli fortune.

Which is exactly why Roman sionis
is trying to get his hands on it.

That's what makes him so dangerous.

He's already building an army.

If he gets the diamond,

he'll have all the money
and connections

to bribe every single judge and cop
he needs to get a monopoly on the city.

You said you had someone on the inside?

Yes. He's...

He's no longer there, but...

So basically, you have nothing.

You are trying to go after

one of the most litigious and
wealthiest families in Gotham,

and all you've got
is rumors and a hunch?

Well, you know,

the da's office is building
a case against him, too.

Isn't that right, miss yee?

Listen, if the da is
willing to throw himself

out in front of this, it's fine with me.

Captain, no.

Listen, munroe, find me some tangible
connection to sionis, all right?

- Yes, sir.
- Wait, wait, wait. Captain.

I've been working on this
for six months.

We need something that
we can actually use, detective.

And, miss Montoya,
we do have a dress code.

- Look, I'm sorry about that, but I...
- No.

That is my job you are fucking with.
What is wrong with you, Renee?

Me? He gave my case away.

Oh, poor Renee.

Why don't you pour yourself a drink?
It's almost noon.

Wow.

Jesus. Who the fuck is this?
What?

Why the fuck haven't you

been picking up your phone?
We've got a situation.

What... what situation?

You didn't hear this from me,

but you gotta find her
before someone else does.

She's got the diamond,
and trust me, Roman will kill her.

- My diamond? Who? Who's got it?
- This kid.

She's a pickpocket.
Her name's Cassandra Cain.

Holy fuck.

Can I help you?

Why, yes. Yes, you can.

I'm here to report a terrible crime.

And what terrible crime is that?

This one.

Hi, boys.

Meeting's over.

Run, piggy, run.

Where can I find Cassandra Cain?

Hold up, hold up.
I'm telling this all wrong.

Let's rewind.

For you to understand why me, the cop,
and that dame on the toilet...

Her name's Cassandra Cain.

Are all looking
for this Cain character...

I gotta take you back a few days,

to that night I got shitfaced
atl the black mask club.

This is a man's world

this is a man's world

this is dinah Lance.

But it would be nothing

but she prefers black canary.

Nothing

she's got a killer voice.

Without a woman or a girl

but there was some other shit

going down that night.

Short notice like this.

I'm not talking
superficial partnerships.

I'm talking you and me
having each other's backs.

The golden lions can't just
wander into Gotham national bank.

I can.

Loans, liquidity, laundering.

Look, if you bring your boys
into the fold,

there are no limits
to what we could achieve together.

I'm building something special.

I appreciate your offer, Mr. sionis.

But with all due respect,
the golden lions are a family business.

Fuck family.
All due respect, but fuck that.

Family's a fucking illusion.

You know what my family gave me?
Nothing.

I know what everyone says.

"Here comes Roman sionis.
He was handed life on a silver spoon."

"Gin and tonics at 5:00."
"I'l have the duck."

Blah, blah, blah. Fake fucking fucks.

But look at me now.

I've located the bertinelli diamond.

I'm about to own this city.

Not just the east end.

I am thinking big, baby.

And I want you there with me.

We could make our own family.

Mr. sionis,

the golden lions have operated in Gotham
for nearly 100 years.

We have no need of your protection.

He's gonna regret that.

Will you sleep on it?
Will you do that for me?

Run it by
that beautiful wife of yours,

and I'll come see you at the docks,
day after tomorrow.

Okay?

This is a man's world

it would be nothing

without a woman or a girl

who's having a good time?
You are.

Lost in the wilderness

food is good?

Do you need any more cocktails?

Lost in the bitterness

your good health.

He's lost in the loneliness

he's lost

this is a man's world

it wouldn't be nothing

Without a woman or a girl

canary's been singing
at Roman's club for years.

Come on!

He calls her his little bird,

and he's got her wrapped
right around his fancy little finger.

- Here you go, canary.
- Thank you.

How do you spell "mercenary"?

Merceninny...

Merceran?

Singer lady woman!

You're really, really good.

Yeanh.

Know what a harlequin is?

Janky-ass clown with bad eye makeup?

Oof!

Ouch!

A harlequin's role

is to serve.

An audience.

A master.

You know, a harlequin's
nothing without a master.

And no one gives two fucks
who we are beyond that.

Yeah, I don't know who you think I am,
lady, but I'm not her.

Puddin' and I broke up.

Yeanh.

For good this time.

And for the first time in a long time,

I'm all on my lonesome.

It's great.

Welcome to the club.

Thanks.

Hey, don't be lonesome.
How about another drink?

Yes! Yeah?

- Yeanh.
- It's on me.

- Sure. Drinks!
- Hey, two shots.

Hey.

We're all good here.

- I don't wanna go home.
- Oh, no? No.

No.

Let me know
if you're gonna get sick.

Your chariot's arrived.
Oh, there you go.

Are we getting breakfast?

Hey, buddy,
I'm gonna need some help.

This is my friend.

I told you all about...

Hey, get the door, man.
I got her, I got her.

- There we go.
- Wait.

Isn't that joker's girl?

Not anymore.

Got room for one more?

Hey.

Huh?

I don't need your help. I got this.

You got this? You sure about that?

Yeah, no wonder everyone hates you.

Uh...

You got this!

You motherfucker!

Whoo!

Well, well, well,
well, well, well.

Could that be our little miss Lance?

All these years, I thought she was just
a pretty face and a fine set of lungs.

Ooh.

Mr. zsasz, I've had an amazing idea.

That's my little bird.

Don't touch
what you can't afford, mister.

Shut up.

Oh, songbird.

You drive as good as you fight?

Who's asking?

The boss.

You're getting promoted.

You're his new driver.

Huh. Thanks, but I think I'm good
with the singing gig.

You'll be good at the driving gig.

Be here tomorrow. 9:00 A.M. sharp.

So, that's how canary
got herself a job

driving around
Gotham's newest godfather.

A position, I might add,
that wouldn't have been vacant

without the help of yours truly.

Red for the light
gotta stop this thing

find a song to sing
that is everything

morning.

That I meant to say

I meant to say

you're
the one who wanted the kid!

I never wanted her!

Let me guess. Parents?

Foster parents.

Right.

Sorry, kid.

Sorry about your face.

Shit, you do have something
on your face.

You should've seen
the other guy.

Uh...

I want
that kid out of my fucking house!

You know, kid, not every day
is gonna be like this.

You just gotta hang in there.

Get something to eat.

Stay outta that.
It's not worth it.

Don't talk to me like that.

Canary spends the next week

settling in to her new job
as Roman's personal driver.

Ew. Okay.

What she didn't know
is that driving Mr. face-peely-pants

was gonna put her
right in the crosshairs

of my favorite little piggy.

Dinah Lance?

Who the hell are you?

I'm Renee Montoya,
detective with gcpd.

Your predecessor
and I had an arrangement.

Oh, really?

He told me that there was
a shipment coming in. A diamond.

A very special diamond.

Yeah, not interested, lady.
Thanks for the coffee.

Do you know who you're working for?

You're damn right, I do.
He's the man who gave me a job.

Took me off the streets.

Yeah, well, he's also
a very dangerous man.

A criminal. A murderer.

What would your mother think of
you working for a guy like that?

You have the same power she had.

Don't you think
she would want you to use it?

The hell do you know about my mother?

Back in the day,
she used to help the gcpd.

She was a good woman. Yeah.

She was a damn good woman.

The kind of woman who put
everyone else's lives before her own.

And when she was found
dead in the street,

where the fuck were you
and your boys in blue then?

Now you wanna come and knock on my door
and ask me to help you out

and make the same mistake she did?

Yeah. Good luck with that.

That's fair enough.

And I'm sorry for your loss.

For the record,

that would never happen on my watch.

The sprang bridge
soldiers capituated.

"Capitulated."
of course they did.

I told you that keo scene
would send a message.

It sure did, boss.

It sure fucking did.

Crossbow killer

struck again last night.

Rossi and four of his guys.

People don't kill people I own
without my permission.

Why doesn't this crossbow guy know that?

- You know that!
- I know it.

Why doesn't this crossbow guy?
Why don't I own the crossbow guy?

- You should own him.
- I mean, I like crossbows.

Oh, good morning. Good morning.

- Morning.
- Come in. Come in.

We're just finishing up
a little business. Look around.

- You're late.
- It's fine.

Should she come back another time,
'cause she's late?

No. Isn't this stunning?

That is a chokwe mask.

I got it when I was embedded
with the mbangani tribe

in Congo-Kinshasa.
Have you ever been?

- I've never been.
- Mmm.

I've heard it's beautiful.

It's dirty. Oh.

Here, look at this.
Genuine tsantsa or shrunken head.

Shuar of Ecuador.

They're amazing people.
Surprisingly gentle.

- I think you might like them.
- Really?

Mmm. They boil the heads
of their enemies

and they make
these little fellas.

- Exquisite, aren't they? Look.
- Mmm-hmm.

Look at those little ears.
And his little haircut.

Yeah, he's 1,000 years old.
“Wow.

And now he's just an ornament
in my living room.

Ew! I love it. Yeah?

These are ancient acupuncture models.

As you can see,
they have all the acupuncture points.

And we found these
buried in the mountains.

Ace chemicals
got blown sky high last night.

All right, all right,

let's find the crossbow killer.
I get it.

Is he an acupuncture model, too?

He is not an acupuncture model.
This is a statue of me.

It was made by a very famous
Gotham artist...

Harley Quinn did it.

Some kind of "fuck you" to the joker.

They split.

What's wrong with you, Victor?

- Talk about burying the lede.
- Yeah.

This is spectacular news!

She doesn't belong to him,
she belongs to me.

Have the boys go find her.

Round her up, bring her back.
I want her.

You, I have something
I want you to pick me up.

Something super-duper important, okay?

- Okay.
- I'll go with you.

- Yeah, go with Victor.
- It's just a pickup.

No, he's harmless.

Do as you're told. Go.

All right. We can go.

I'll take that.

Mr. s said for me to hold on to it.

Go get your car.

That rock.
That rock's about to become the key

to whether or not I live
to enjoy my newfound independence.

Get off me.

What the hell are you doing here?

You're not the only one
who makes money

off of dumb, rich, white people.

Well, you know what?

One day you're gonna
pick the wrong pocket, sis.

Okay. Whatever.

Dumb-ass kids.

Excuse me. Sorry.

I really like your earrings.

Why, thank you.

There's the thief. There's the thief.

Get off of me!

That little girl took my watch.

I didn't do nothing.

Where the fuck's the diamond?

I just fucking had it.

Cass!

Wait!

Wait, wait!

Halt!

Fuck!

In the storytelling business,

this dummy swallowing that diamond

is called a complication.

A complication
I didn't exactly need right now.

Parley?

We lost the diamond.

What?

We're really sorry, Mr. s. This kid...

We never even got our hands on it.

Ow!

Help!

Get out! Get out of here!

You, too! Go! With your fucking Sage
stinking my place up.

Fuck off!

Here she is.

She's a child!

- Mr. sionis.
- She's just a kid.

She's... what?

We have Harley Quinn
downstairs, as requested.

Fuck off! Get out.

Fucking out!

Fuck! These are my things.

- This diamond is my things.
- Yes.

My things!

Fucking fuck!
I don't ask for much, do 1?

- No.
- Why is this happening to me? Why?

I'm gonna get your diamond back.

I promise.

Why don't we go downstairs
and kill that Harley bitch?

Blow off a little steam.

Yeah, I have wanted to do that
for quite some time.

Okay. I'll go get changed.

Shit, cass.

I don't care what it takes,
I want my diamond back.

We're working on it.

Now, let's go have a little fun.

Harleen quinzel.

Whoo!

Hiya, romy.

Do you know why you're here?
Hmm?

When it comes to
me and Roman sionis,

there are a lot of possible answers
to this question.

Breaking his driver's legs.

There's that time
I called it an "expresso."

Having a vagina in the first place
pisses this guy off.

Constantly interrupting him,
like I'm doing right now.

- You're here because...
- Oh, god, stop.

You're gonna do that thing
where you open up

a weird-ass case of torture devices

while inexplicably
detailing your master plan

and how I don't fit into it.

- I'm building a better...
- Seriously, you don't have to. Really!

You're building a criminal empire

because daddy kicked you out
of janus corp.

And you think this is a big "fuck you,"
but in actuality

it's a very misguided attempt
to win back his respect.

I get it. You're really not
as complicated as you think.

And you're really not as clever
as you think,

because now I'm gonna slice your...

Oh, Jesus Christmas.

Now you're gonna say
that you wanna kill me

to set an example.
Christ, you're boring.

- I wanna kill you...
- Shit.

Because without the joker around,

I can.

For all your noise and bluster,

you're just a silly little girl
with no one around to protect her.

Whoa. Walt. “What?

- Don't kill me.
- Ha! Right.

No, no, no. Seriously. Romy, Roman.

Come on. There's gotta be something,

something we can figure out. Hey!

Wait, wait! You lost something, right?

You lost something.
I heard you say it.

A diamond.

Yeanh.

I can help you find it.

Seriously. Look in my pocket.

Other pocket.

I'm starting up my own business.

See what it says?
Second from the bottom.

I know the east end better than anybody.

You want this diamond back?
I'm your gal.

Mr. j once lost a rare photograph
of a nude Eleanor Roosevelt,

and I found it in a bird's nest
in Robinson park.

If you let me go,

just for now,
I'll get you that rock back.

What have you got to lose?
If your boys find it first,

swear to god,
you can kill me later.

Pinky swear.
Cross my heart, hope to fart.

You're so tiresome!

If you want my mercy,

shut that hole in the middle
of your face and listen.

You're gonna get me my diamond.

A kiss on the hand
may be quite continental

but diamonds are
a girl's best friend

a kiss may be grand

but it won't pay the rental
on your humble flat

or help you at the automat

diamonds

I will be waiting.

Diamonds

diamonds

the diamond.

Diamonds

romy, Roman.

I will be waiting.

But diamonds

diamonds are a girl's best

I'll give you till midnight.

And then I'm gonna peel off
that pretty face

and pickle it.

Okay?

Call me old-fashioned,

but I always thought the guy
was meant to get the girl a diamond.

I won't let you down, romy. I promise.

Let's make it half a mil.

It's more fun if she's got competition.

Send it to every mercenary in Gotham.

Oh, hey, you're that singer
no one listens to.

Hey, you're the asshole no one likes.

Jesus. Who the fuck is this?
What?

We've got a situation.

This kia, she's got the diamond.

Her name's Cassandra Cain.

Holy fuck.

Where can I find Cassandra Cain?

Okay. Now we're good.

Cell seven.

Thanks, doll. You're a peach.

Hey, I know that guy.

Access denied. Access denied.

Access denied. Access denied.

Access denied.
Access denied. Denied.

Denied. Denied. Denied.
Denied. Denied. Denied.

Hmm. Perfect.

Hold up, hold up.

- Remember me?
- She stole my car!

- Harley Quinn.
- Hey, Quinn!

- Let us out, see what happens.
- Don't mind me, guys.

- You killed my chinchilla!
- Here for the kid.

What's up, girl?
You're the reason I'm in here!

Yeah, sorry about that.

You're dead!

I'm gonna kill you, Quinn!

Hey, kid.

You're that psycho

- from the roller derby.
- Yeah, yeah.

Are you Cassandra Cain?

Yeanh.

I need to know where...

Hold, please.

Harley...

Let you think you get the picture

bitch, you don't know
how good I treat ya

shake it off
this pride and glory

you dig up so many stories

oh, you're so under the thumb

four fingers from a knuckle sandwich

try my blood it's just a starter

no one tastes like me, yeah

I'm pretty like a car crash

ugly as a lullaby

you really wanna try it

experiment on me

experiment on me

experiment on me

experiment on me

Hmm.

I got you, you little shit.

Who are you guys?

Go, go, go.

Keep the kid alive.

Mmm!

Whoa black Betty, bam-ba-lam

yeah black Betty, bam-ba-lam

black Betty had a child, bam-ba-lam

damn thing gone wild, bam-ba-lam

she's always ready, bam-ba-lam

she's all rock steady, bam-ba-lam

whoa black Betty, bam-ba-lam

yeah black Betty, bam-ba-lam

all right

Whoa black Betty, bam-ba-lam

go black Betty, bam-ba-lam

really gets me high, bam-ba-lam

Oh, yeah

a little help.

All right

all right

oh, yeah

mmm.

All right

oh, yeah

Does she have to keep running?

Roman, you trustafarian fuckbag.

You!

You!

Step away from the kid.

Drop it.

The phone?

Sure.

Mmm.

Whoa.

Oh, good. You're awake.

Toss that for me, will ya?

What the fuck?

Who did I just blow up?

Either someone who wants me dead,

or someone looking to collect

the half-million dollar reward
on your head.

Half a million dollars?

Yeanh.

Do I look like I'm
worth half a million dollars?

- Not really.
- You've got the wrong kid.

Now, uncuff me.

Oh, sure.

As soon as you give me the diamond.

What diamond?

Fuck you!

I ook at me.

What?

I don't know nothing about no diamond.

The inflection in your voice,
the way you can't hold eye contact,

and the fact that you're a filthy
little thief, all suggest that you do.

Now, you can give it to me,
or I can give you

to the man that diamond belongs to.

But trust me when I say,
you're not gonna like

what he's gonna do to ya.

Now, hand it over.

Yeah, not gonna happen.

- Come again?
- I said I can't.

One more time.

- I can't give it to you.
- Why not?

Because I ate it, okay?

Yes.

What are we even doing here?

There are two ways
that diamond's coming outta ya.

This way,

or this way.

That's what I thought.

Also, I'm outta groceries.

So, how long you been a mercenary?

Hey, where did you get...

You're so busy
looking at my right hand,

you haven't even thought
about my left.

Your left hand is cuffed to mine.

I'll have to learn that one.

Can we get this?

You're not gonna try to run, are you?

Look, if there's really
a half mil on my head,

I figure I'm better off with
the person who's not gonna cut me open.

Fine. But if you try to run,
I will kill you.

I do not care that you're a kid.

I saw that.

Seriously though,
how'd you get to be here?

I mean, shopping at fancy-ass stores,

you're making bank,
you have your own business.

How'd you do it?
Come on, tell me.

Woman to woman.

Being a pickpocket's fine and all,
but I got real potential.

I mean, how do I be like you?

Well, except for the crazy part.
But other than that.

Number one, no one is like me.

If you wanted to even come close,
you would have to go to medical school.

Become a psychiatrist,
work in an asylum.

Fall in love with your patient,
break said patient out of said asylum.

Begin a life of crime.

Jump into a vat of chemicals
to prove yourself to a madman.

Get arrested by the Batman.

Go back to jail, get out of jail
with a bomb on your neck.

Save the world, go back to jail,
and break out of jail

before breaking up
with the aforementioned madman

and going out on your own.

Number two...

Six bucks for tap water
with a fucking cucumber stick in it?

That's crazy.

I'm not shopping at this store.

I'm robbing this store.

Consider this your first lesson.

Paying is for dummies.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Move it!

Whoops. Ah...

This is doc's place. And this is doc.

I otus flower!

- Hiya, doc. How are ya?
- Good.

He's the taiwanese grandpa I never had.
He knows everything and everyone.

Nothing happens around here,
let me tell you,

without doc knowing about it.

And he happens to be the only person

who actually cares about me.

- I do?
- Yes, you do.

She's been ordering ♪32
with extra chili for many years.

Lesson number two,
you always want extra chili with ♪32.

So you don't have
to taste his cooking.

Lotus flower, you have to get upstairs
before someone sees.

Everyone's looking for you.
And you.

We know.

I'm telling you,
if you want boys to respect you,

you have to show them
that you're serious.

Blow something up. Shoot someone.

Nothing gets a guy's attention
like violence.

Shut that door. Lock it.

Keep your sticky paws to yourself, okay?

This place...

Well, it ain't much,
but it's better than a prison cell.

1s so fucking dope.

Oh, shit. Is that a hyena in a bathtub?

I named him Bruce
after that hunky Wayne guy.

He's my little dumpling, aren't you?

Aren't you, my little baby?

Aren't you, brucey? Yes.

I love you.

I never said that.
I love you both equally.

Who, that? It's cass.

You're so pretty.

Who's this?

It's a beaver.

Hmm.

Does brucey want a treat?
Does brucey want a treat?

What's this?

It's art. Don't touch.

He your ex or something?

You don't know who that is?

The joker.

The clown prince of crime?

My former partner in madness?

The harlequin of hate?
The Jester of genocide?

You've never heard of him?

Well, sounds like a dick.

Huh.

Milk

I'm not going soft
or nothing, but I gotta admit,

it was kinda nice having the kid around.

Give me a ♪32. Mild.

Uh... yeah, sure.

Who are you?

They call me...

H

My bad.
I should've introduced you.

I'll make it quick.

Meet the daughter of the richest,
most powerful mafia Don in Gotham city.

Helena bertinelli.

Yep, that bertinelll.

One day, she comes home to find
her whole family in the living room.

Momma.

Anyone and everyone
with bertinelli blood is there.

Oh, and that? That's Stefano galante.

The guy making the play for
the bertinelli turf and fortune.

When one of the goons
finds the kid alive,

the big softy sneaks her outta there
and hides her away in sicily.

Where she is raised by his own
father and brother. Both assassins.

She spends the next 15 years
thinking only of revenge.

So, she starts training.

When she was ready,

and by “ready” I mean

a badass motherfucking
killing machine,

she moves back to Gotham.
Starts working on that kill list.

She has the murder stuff down,
but the rest?

Do you know who I am?

Do you know who I am?

Still a work in progress.

Do you know who I am?

The crossbow killer.

They call me...

The crossbow killer.

They call me...

The crossbow killer?

They call me...

Huntress.

She calls herself huntress.

Fucking fabulous, if you ask me.

And who are you looking for?

Great club.

Quinn got the girl.

And?

And they disappeared.

Fuck!

Fuck!

What is she laughing at?

Is she laughing at me?

She is.

No, she's not. She's...

What are you laughing at, Erika?

Roman, you gotta hear this.

- It's hilarious.
- Get on the table.

- Onh.
- Ooh.

You're being a total kook.

Get on the fucking table.

This is my club. Get up now.

- Okay.
- Now.

Whoa.

Now, dance.

Dance. Dance, Erika!

Okay.

This dress is fucking hideous.

Take it off.

Take your dress off.

Get up there and fucking cut it off her.

Do it now!

Take her fucking dress off.

Just rip it off her. Hurry up!

Hurry up!

- Fucking do it.
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Do it.

Yeah. Beautiful.

You wouldn't betray me, would you?

I was just gonna
go look for the girl.

Oh, no, no, no.
I want you to stay here with me.

I want you to stay here with me close.

You soothe me, little bird.

Oh, good. You got it.

Did you trace the messages?

You stole evidence
from an active crime scene,

and then had it sent to my office.

Renee, what were you thinking?

Roman is the one
that put a price on the kid's head.

Okay? I had to.

- I can't get into it right now...
- Renee, you need help.

What are you talking about?

She's right.

You are a good cop, Montoya,
but you've lost your way.

What?

I'm sorry. Okay?

You gave me no choice.

- Did you sell me out?
- I'm sorry.

You're suspended.

Your badge and your gun, now.

If you've ever watched
any cop movie ever,

you know that
this is when shit gets real.

What's the point of the badge,

when it means fuck all anyway?

Right, captain?

No cop ever gets anything done
until after they've been suspended.

Which would've had me worried,
only I had more pressing concerns.

And that is why you should never partake
in paying federal income taxes.

Hey, you'll ruin your nails.

Thank you.

Anyway, lesson 37.

Why...

You said they wouldn't find us.

Chillax. No one knows we're here.

Harleen quinzel,
this is Gotham police.

Okay. So they know.

I et's scram.

Open the door.

Holy back door, beavy.
This is getting outta hand.

Bruce, come here.

I can hear you! Open the door.

What is that?

See you in hell, Harley!

Get under the table!

Bruce? Bruce!

Come here! No!

Bruce?

Come here, boy. Bruce?

Bruce?

Bruce?

This doesn't make sense.

It doesn't make sense.
I don't understand.

No one knew we were here.
No one knew we were here, except...

Doc.

Oh, my god. Doc?

Doc? Where is he?

Doc?

I can't find Bruce.
I can't find him. I...

No.

I'm sorry, lotus flower.

You sold me out?

Too many people offering me
too much money.

I have enough now
to open up a new restaurant.

A really nice one.

But, doc,

it's me.

It's just business.

This next bit ain't very pretty.

- You're right.
- Harley?

He's right.

Business is business.

I've got the kid.

But I'm gonna need to renegotiate
the terms of our deal.

If I hand her over,

I want everyone who's after me
to back off.

Quinn, bring me the rock now

and I guarantee your safety.

I own this town.
You'll have my protection.

Fine.

Meet me at amusement mile.
The booby trap. In one hour.

Quit judging.

/sasz!

Come on, kid.

Let's get you somewhere safe.

We got them.

Little bird!

You're gonna be
driving Mr. zsasz tonight.

Go. Fetch. Amusement mile.
The booby trap.

Do we have to bring them back?

I think you can manage
a couple of little girls.

Just bring me back my diamond.

What is it?

Nothing.

Pull over.

What?

Pull the fucking car over now.

I gotta take a leak.

She betrayed you, boss.
She betrayed you.

Are you sure?

Your little bird's a fucking rat.

You want me to kill her?

No.

No. No.

I'll come to you.

I thought we were friends. And you...

You saw what it's like for me out there.
I didn't have a choice.

And if you go before he gets here,
everything will be fine.

Harley.

I'm sorry, kid. I am.

That was fast.

She's in...

Where's Cassandra Cain?

You? Again?

Are you drunk?

Come on.

Okay.

Right in the tit.

Where's Cassandra Cain?

Cass.

You killed my sandwich!

Bye-bye, birdie.

Ow!

No fair.

Was that really necessary?

You don't know her like I do.

Cass?

Oh, thank god.

I'm gonna get you outta here.

Did she really tape you

- to a damn toilet?
- Mmm-hmm.

Hmm.

This is nice.

You're still conscious.

You can still feel?

Look at me.
Are you a good girl, now?

"I'm a good girl.
I'm a good girl."

I got one

for all the little birds
I helped fly away from this world.

I'm saving a special spot for you.

Right here.

You're gonna have to be quiet.

- Ow!
- Hi

what are you guys doing?

Oh, I know where the diamond is.

Is that rock still inside you?

Oh, god.

Stop.

The hell, zsasz?

Cut her open.

Stop fucking around.

You heard me.

Cut her fucking open.

Okay. No, no. No, no, no.
See, she's just a kid.

You're a filthy fucking rat.

I'm a rat?

I knew you couldn't be trusted.
Roman's little bird.

You little fucking bird.

That's why he needs me
to look out for him.

That's why he needs me
to take care of him.

You know you're just
being paranoid, zsasz.

- Yeah?
- Mmm-hmm.

Prove it to me.

Rip open her little tummy.

Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

Now! Rip it open!

You piece of shit!

Freezel

don't fucking move.

Who the fuck are you?

Go get the kid.

All right.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Back the fuck up!

- Get away from me. All of you.
- Put that shit down.

Shoot them, kid.

You, put that stupid-ass
Robin hood piece of shit down!

- Cass, it's okay. Just calm...
- Don't move!

Okay.

I don't know what the fuck is going on.

But I know that this shit stick...

Just tried to gut me.

And you.

Thought you were different.

I'm sorry, kid.

I'm just a terrible person, I guess.

Ooh!

Ooh, I'm back.

Okay, I feel like I've just walked in on
something I don't give two shits about.

This guy's dead, so I'm just
gonna get outta your hair. Cool?

No. Wait. She's lying.
She works for sionis.

Excuse me? I work for sionis?

I'm not letting you sell the kid to him.

I wasn't going to sell the kid.
I was going to trade the kid.

Yeah. To save your own stupid skin. Huh?

I'm not proud of what I did,
but I had half the city after me.

Even the fucking crossbow killer.

I'm not the crossbow killer!

Whoa.

They call me...

Helena bertinelli.

For fuck's sake.

As in the bertinelli massacre?

Sheesh kebab.
That is childhood trauma, right there.

I killed galante.

I killed his firing squad.

I killed Victor zsasz.

And now I'm done.

Bravo.

So if you don't mind,
I'm gonna leave now.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I hate to be the one to break it to you,
sweetheart, but you are not done.

Who do you think funded
galante's little power grab, huh?

Galante was working with sionis.

Roman killed your whole family
looking for that rock.

You don't think
he's gonna kill this kid?

That diamond is our only chance
of stopping him.

You guys.

Hey, I think you should see this.

Oh.

It's sionis.

We're fucked.

He bought himself an army.

They're all here for me.

Aren't they?

- No.
- They're not?

No, they're not.

Do you know what that means?

That means he's not just
after the kid anymore.

He's after all of us.

He's sure as hell after me.
I just robbed him.

You just betrayed him.
You just killed his bff.

And you're dumb enough
to be building a case against him.

So, unless we all wanna die
very unpleasant deaths

and let Roman go finger-fishing
in the kid's intestinal tract,

we're gonna have to work together.

With you?

Yeanh.

We're gonna work together,

and we'll get outta here
in one piece, okay?

Okay.

Yeah. Okay.

Sure.

Yes!

But we are gonna need
some serious hardware.

Mmm-hmm.

Will this do?

No.

Not at all.

We're dead. We're fucking dead.

That slimy jizznozzle!

- Li can't believe he took it all!
- We're fucked.

- Fuck!
- Uh, there's this.

Okay.

Friends, brothers,
men of Gotham.

I have funded you. I've protected you.

I've scratched your backs
and kept you outta jail.

Well, now it's time to say thank you.

Go show those little bitches
you don't mess with Roman sionis.

Half a mil to whoever
brings me the girl alive.

The rest you can kill.

Dope.

Oh, no, no, no. Not that one.

Sentimental value. Try this.

- You're kidding.
- What? Gotta take care of the girls.

Isn't this fun? It's just
like a sleepover.

We should order pizza. Make cosmos.

- Harley, focus. Yeah.
- Okay.

Hey, nice. What the hell is up
with this bow and arrow shtick?

It's not a fucking bow and arrow.
It's a crossbow. I'm not 12.

I love this chick.
She's got rage issues.

I don't have rage issues.

You know, psychologically speaking,

vengeance rarely brings
the catharsis we hope for.

Yeanh.

Are we ready? Bad guys, just outside.

Shit. Get down.

Down here!

Cass!

- Follow me!
- Go, go, go, go!

Go!

Holy shit!

What?

You are so cool.

Okay. This way.

Get ready, ladies.

Don't worry.
You're gonna make it.

Okay? Okay.

What the... go! Go, go, go!

Fuck.

Shit.

Whoa. Shit!

Motherfucker.

Let me go!

Gotcha.

This way!

Come on. Come on. It's okay.
Come on.

You shouldn't have to see this.

Here, hold on to this for me, okay?

That's all you think about.

Just close your eyes
and hold it tight. Okay?

Here. Get down. Come on. You'll be safe.

Canary!

You okay?

We gotta go this way!

Ugh. More?

When the fuck did she have time
to do a shoe change?

Come on.

Thanks.

Duck!

Hair tie? Yeah.

Ah, fuck!

I got him!

Get back here, kid!

Who's got the kid?

Get down!

Please, no more.

So, forgive me yet?

Get off me.

Anyone else hungry?
I know a great taco spot.

- I'm starving.
- I love tacos.

Really?

Down! Get down!

You're okay. You're okay.

Just breathe. Just breathe.
Let me check it.

Get off!

I got you.

Ooh!

Aren't you glad you wore that?
Sexy and bulletproof.

Harley! No! Get off me!

Harley!

They got the kid. Shit!

We can't let them get her. I trust you.

- One bullet?
- Please help me!

Has anyone got any bullets?

Fuck. I'm out.

I can't get out there.
I just need to get through.

- We gotta go. We gotta move.
- Shit.

Guys, they're in the car.

They're getting away.

- Get in there!
- Get off!

Shit! I'm out.

Guys, come on.
They're closing in.

Canary, you know what you have to do!

Cover your ears!
You better get her back.

Told ya she had a killer voice.

Need a ride?

Get her!

Oh!

Whip me!

What?

- Whip me!
- Okay.

Kid!

Harley!

Shoot her!

Harley!

Hit the brakes!

No!

Uh-oh.

Kid!

Harley!

Well, we always did share
a love of the dramatic.

Didn't we?

And look at us now.

But don't you see?
You're trying to kill me.

I'm the only one who can protect youl!

You know you can't
stand on your own, Quinn.

You're not the type!

But me? You need me!

Here's the thing, romy baby.

Your protection is based on the fact
that people are scared of you.

Just like they're scared of Mr. j.

But I'm the one
they should be scared of.

Not you, and not Mr. j.

'Cause I'm Harley fucking Quinn.

Shit.

That was super embarrassing.

Hmm. Sure was.

You think you can beat me?
You're a fucking moron.

I'm sorry, kid.

And I'm sorry I tried to sell you.
That was a dick move.

For what it's worth,

you made me want to be
a less terrible person.

Fw.

If we're apologizing for shit,
I should tell you something.

Excuse me!

I stole something from you.

You slippery-fingered little turd.

I took your ring.

My ring?

Dope.

Cass! Harley!

We're okay.

You okay? Yeah.

- He's gone?
- Mmm-hmm.

Good. Fuck that guy.

Yeah. Tacos?

No, but seriously.

You were very impressive with that bow.

Very impressive.

It's a crossbow.

I appreciate that. Thank you.

- Mmm-hmm.
- Morning margaritas!

Thank you. I got you.

- You drink, right, kid?
- Yeah.

I don't think so.

And I love that fucking name, huntress.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Oh, great name.

Wow.

Um... I really like how you were able
to kick so high in those tight pants.

- Yeah, that is cool.
- Yeah.

- Thanks.
- Oh, um...

Thanks for the car.

You're welcome.

Kid, if that burrito
doesn't make you shit,

I don't know what will.

Give me a minute.

Yes!

Right.

I've given her prune juice, laxatives.

I mean, the kid's got
a stomach made of steel.

And you know what?
I owe you an apology.

Me?

I underestimated you.
And I'm sorry.

I'm used to it.

Uh, Harley! Bring the colander.

Ladies.

Have fun with that.

So, what now?

Sionis is gone, but it's just

a matter of time
before some other asshole

tries to finish what he started.

Right.

We gotta clean this city
from the inside out.

Does she always talk like
the cop in a bad '80s movie,

or is that just me?

Fuck you. And fuck you.

What?

I mean, we were amazing there.

Yeah! Hell yeah!

I agree completely.
So I'll do that, as well.

Thank you.

Right.

Whoa. Whoa, whoa!

She stole my fucking car!

What?

I'm sorry.

I know what you're thinking.

You think I'm a dick
after all that.

But you heard what the cop said.
Sionis is gone.

And those guys?
They're gonna be just fine.

Montoya's boss picked up

the gangbangers
at the booby trap.

And took all the credit
while he was at it.

Again.

It was the kick in the balls
she needed

to see that she had nothing to prove
to those blowhard assholes.

She quit the same day.

We got the secret bank codes
off the diamond.

And huntress got her family money back.

She's using it to fund
a little crime-fighting outfit.

They call themselves the birds of prey.

I call them dorky little do-gooders.

The rock itself was worth
a chunk of change, so I pawned it.

And I invested the cash
in a little startup

making waves in the east end.

Oh! And I found Bruce.

He was wandering around Chinatown.

I guess it proves the theory
that hyenas really do have nine lives.

Yeah, yeah.
I made the kid my apprentice.

Call me a softy.

I dare ya.

Mmm!

Diamonds are a girl's best friend

diamonds are a girl's best friend

Southern girl in me
I ain't afraid to catch a case

vvs's on me and I flooded out the face

diamonds are a girl's best friend

diamonds are a girl's best friend

I don't need you
I've got flooded out baguettes

I don't need you
all my diamonds dripping wet

I'm a super shero, bitch
don't try me, hoe

bad like a villain
I pop it and then I reload

all the best things in life
come for free

but don't you think that applies to me

I do what I want
'cause I know that I'm hot

I ain't a band but you know how I rock

don't need no clippers
to give you a chop

took me to dinner then I took him out

I like it when you call me crazy

long as you keep callin' baby

he think it's cute
that I know how to shoot

don't you get scared
if I point it at you

broke up with my ex
dumped him in a text

would wish you the best
but I already left

date night with my bitches
gettin' real twisted

you know what you could do?
Give my ass a bunch of kisses

I love me this much

my pear shape all dripped up

it's freezing

in my bag

diamonds are a girl's best friend

diamonds are a girl's best friend

I don't need you
I've got flooded out baguettes

I don't need you
all my diamonds dripping wet

I know how to work a gun
I don't need a range

and I can take a hit
I ain't scared of the pain

and I don't really bang
but I came with the gang

and if you get too close
I might snatch off your chain

you want me to be
a little more lady-like?

Come through with my girls
and beat your ass on ladies' night

you don't want to go
toe to toe with my pedicure

everyone you know be like
"bro, how you handle her?"

Diamonds are my new boyfriend

so that mean
I will never ever fuck with you again

and I ain't never need him
so it's so easy to leave him

and I be doing me
I ain't never tryin' to please him

diamonds are a girl's best friend

diamonds are a girl's best friend

I don't need you
I've got flooded out baguettes

I don't need you
all my diamonds dripping wet

cartier, cartier, cartier

got Bridges to burn
and places to run

yeah, this smile is a loaded gun

it's my party, my body, my business

it's my town and my ground
and my hit-list

it's my world
and you're just living in it

did I did I, did I finish?

They are my girls
and it's us who's deciding

leave your name
and we'll call if we like jt

if we, if we, if we like it

no more
“Mrs. sweet and miss nice

no more - Mrs. fucking polite

- time's up
- Mrs. taking what's mine

you don't need him

got Bridges to burn
and places to run

yeah, this smile is a loaded gun

all these fakers
they come to a stop with me

trying to step on my rungs

all these boys
trying to play my discography

never heard of them once

they keep chasing my props

but I'm leaving them numb

Bridges to burn
and places to run

Bridges to burn
and places to run

Bridges to burn
and places to run

Bridges to burn
and places to run

no more
“Mrs. sweet and miss nice

no more - Mrs. fucking polite

- time's up
- Mrs. taking what's mine

you don't need him

I've got got Bridges to burn
and places to run

bang bang and your party's done

I've got got Bridges to burn
and places to run

yeah, this smile is a loaded gun

I've got got Bridges to burn
and places to run

bang bang and your party's done

I've got got Bridges to burn
and places to run

yeah, this smile is a loaded gun

I found you naked on the floor, hungover

got some number
written sloppy on your palm

it's over

yeah, I recognize
just who you truly are, a liar

so I set all of your records
and your clothes on fire

like what's up?

I'm gone now

feeling good, feeling great

I'm done now

like bye-bye

I'm set free

not on my mind, no lie
you're just a bad

you're just a bad memory

You're just a bad memory

You're just a bad memory

bad, bad, bad memory

bad, bad, bad memory

bad, bad, bad memory

bad, bad, bad memory

Are you dummies
still sitting there?

Fine. Since you stuck it out this long,

I'll tell you
a super-duper secret secret.

But you can't tell anyone.

Okay. Did you know that Batman...