Bat Out of Hell: A Harley Quinn and Negan crossover

Chapter 1

Here I am just walking along some dirt road in the middle of who knows where. "You're banished from ever entering Arkham or Gotham City again." I mimic the stinkin judge who put me here. Ya would think this would fall under that whole "cruel and unusual punishment" law but guess not. So here I am just walking, walking, walking with no one but my bat and the voices in my head to keep me company. I look off into the distance and think I see someone. "Hey over here!" I yell jumping up and down waving to them. "Hey you!" I say walking a few steps closer. It isn't until they are ten feet away I notice that this person seems extremely odd. They look as though they haven't showered in weeks. Lookin kinda sickly green. "Hey, can ya tell me where I am? I think I'm kind of lost." I ask but get no replies except for gurgling. Rude. "If you're not gonna help me then fine." I pout crossing my arms as they keep coming closer to me. I am turning to walk away when I feel a hand on me. "Woah hands OFF the merchandise." I say raising my bat. This person must be on some serious drugs or something because next thing I know they are trying to bite me. "Now that's just rude." I state swinging my bat at them. I hit em right in the temple as blood and brain matter spray everywhere. "Dang this was my new shirt." I whine continuing to smash this freaks head in. I let out a huff, swing my bat across my shoulder, and am on my way. It isn't until I'm down the street that I see another one of these monsters. "Where the heck am I?" I think out loud. "Wait a second Harles, we must be in some apocalyptic universe. And these must be some mutant zombie creatures." The voice in my head responds "Holy Tolito. You're right voice. This must be the apocalypse.... ALRIGHT! YIPPY! Fresh start on a new adventure. Harley taking on some zombies. Oh Mistah J would love to see this- but. What do I care. I don't care for Mistah J at all anymore. He and I are donezo. Like "we are NEVER EVER EVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER" I sing. He's a jerk pinning everything on me and then kicking me to the curb like I'm some piece of trash. I don't need him. I continue down this never ending road humming and bashing zombies heads in one by one. "Batter up" I giggle. One after another they fall. "Hey I'm not too bad at this." I say bashing a zombies skull into the dirt covered ground. You know this may not be too bad. "What else is fun around here?" I wonder skipping down the road my pink and blue pigtails swaying side to side.