She had spent years in Arkham's therapy program, and then multiple actually effective programs once Arkham let her go for good behavior. Her record was wiped clean after it was proven she acted under insane duress spurred by the Joker. And now, Harleen Quinzel was back. A woman with a degree, permanently bleached skin, and not many options for work.

Her first act was to sue the pants off of Arkham Asylum, getting herself a solid paycheck from the horrid mistreatment of her insanity. With that money, an option that had never shown itself before seemed to rear its gorgeous head... leaving Gotham City. Without a second thought, she packed up what little she owned and bought herself a nice house in Las Vegas.

Her first year was heavenly, she found herself in a city where crime wasn't the everyday norm. In fact, it was rare! The best thing to her was the new gym she found. All her life, she'd taken out rage with violence, it was simply too easy, too enticing. But once she regained her sanity, she realized how little she could actually see herself committing acts of violence... until she found boxing.

It was like falling for Joker all over again, she became obsessed! Her punches were quick and powerful, her dodges swift and and effective, her movement and footwork was tricky and bouncy. In every way, her life as a jester criminal gave way to her life as the Jester Jab Artist!

Her spirit was strong as she started to train, and eventually went pro! She had to have high hopes, shooting for the stars when she couldn't make a killing. She might not have had a dime, but she always had a vision. She didn't know how, but she always had a feeling but she was gonna be that one in a million.

As she walked down the aisle of her first real match, words from Ivy rang in her head. "It's uphill for oddities like us. Stranger crusaders ain't ever wannabes."

She smirked to herself, slamming the red and black leather together as she faced down her opponent, you.

"Hope you're ready to get clobbered~!"