FLASHBACKS – RAPID CUTS – ROMAIN'S VOICE ONLY]
ROMAIN (V.O., cold, arrogant, echoing):💎💰
"Ha… look at you. Just a stupid emotional girl pretending she can be a boss. Don't make me laugh."
ROMAIN:💎💰
"Women will never be like men. Accept your place."
ROMAIN:💎💰
"It's not competition, princess… it's about who rules the world."
ROMAIN:💎💰
"Look at yourself. Pink shoes. Cute dress. Calling yourself 'Aura'? Pathetic."
ROMAIN:💎💰
"Trying hard doesn't make you strong, Quinnzel."
ROMAIN:💎💰
"You can never reach me."
ROMAIN:💎💰
"You were nothing but a tool to make me look richer in front of Joker."
ROMAIN (the worst one):💎💰
"You… are nothing to me."
Each sentence hits her like a knife.
---
BACK TO SCENE: INT. QUINNZEL'S ROOM – NIGHT
Quinnzel grabs her hair, grinding her teeth.
A low, broken scream escapes her throat as she slams her back against the bloody wall.
But then—
the final memory hits her like a gunshot.
---
FLASHBACK – THE BURIAL SCENE ⚰️💔
QUINNZEL (V.O., trembling):🔥🩸🖤
"I remember that moment… too clear. Burned into me."
"I woke up drowning in cold mud.
My body shaking.
The sky black—no moon, no stars.
Like the world itself wanted me dead."
Her breathing cracks.
"I tried to stand… barely.
And then I saw it."
Her gravestone.
Fresh dirt.
Her name carved into stone:
"RIP QUINNZEL."
"I screamed.
I clawed the dirt.
I cried like something inside me was dying."
"Because the man who vowed to love me… buried me alive."
Then her voice turns angry. Broken. Furious.
"WHY?! WHY DID HE DO THIS TO ME?!"
"Is it so hard to love me?"
"Is it so hard to protect me?"
"IS IT SO HARD TO JUST… LOVE?!"
---
BACK TO PRESENT – INT. QUINNZEL'S ROOM – NIGHT
Her knees finally buckle.
THUD.
She slams her head into the wall—
once,
twice,
again.
Blood smears down the paint, mixing with the older red she herself had brushed on days before.
But this time…
It's real.
Quinnzel collapses to the floor.
She buries her face into her hands and sobs—
silently, painfully—
forcing every sound down her throat.
She refuses to let Harley or Cass hear her.
She refuses to let anyone make fun of her pain.
She refuses to be weak.
But she doesn't stay down.
Her tears stop.
Her breath steadies.
Her swollen, soft, broken face shifts into something colder… sharper… darker.
Her eyes narrow.
Her lips curl into a slow, eerie smirk.
A laugh slips out—
soft at first, then twisted, like a witch singing to the moon,
a demon smiling through the ashes.
Her scars fall across her eyes, giving her a wicked, dangerous beauty.
This is the moment she decides to wake up.
The moment her heart stops aching
and starts burning.
---
QUINNZEL (V.O.)🔥🩸🖤
"They say healing takes time.
Walk around.
Drink coffee.
Do yoga.
Listen to music and eat chocolate.
Pretend life's okay.
And whatever you do—
don't think about revenge."
A dark smile cuts across her face.
"But I choose the hard way.
Revenge."
"I will run after him.
Without sleep.
Without mercy.
Until he sees nightmares every time he closes his eyes."
"I will kill him… slowly.
Coldly.
Like poison."
"Yes… I will be his poison."
She tries to rise.
Her fingers claw at the wall.
Her knees shake.
Her demon smile fades—
shattered by the crashing memories slamming back into her skull like glass.
Her breath breaks.
Her face cracks.
Tears return, harder, heavier.
She collapses back to the floor with a small, broken gasp.
She clutches her chest, pain ripping through her like a blade.
This time, she can't hold the sound in.
She finally cries—
loud, raw, desperate.
---
[INT. KITCHEN – SAME TIME]
The camera shifts.
Harley and Cassandra sit at the small table, eating together while gossiping.
Quinnzel's crying echoes faintly from the hallway behind them.
At first, they don't notice.
CASSANDRA (eyes wide):💗🦩
"Harley… you're joking, right? You want me to believe that psycho Roman still loves her? WHAT KIND OF HORROR LOVE IS THAT?!"
HARLEY (chewing loudly):💋💄
"Yeaahhh I know, right? That kinda love that gives ya trauma with a capital T. Even therapy don't want that man. Yep—Romy's a psycho dumb lover… and I STILL don't know how sissy ever fell for that bastard."
Another cracked sob echoes from Quinnzel's room.
Cassandra freezes mid-bite.
CASSANDRA💗🦩
"…Wait. Is she…?"
HARLEY (drops spoon instantly)💋💄
"QUINZYYY?!"
They rush out of the kitchen.
---
[INT. QUINNZEL'S ROOM]
The door flies open.
Harley and Cass stop DEAD.
Their hearts drop.
The wall behind Quinnzel is covered—
blood smears, red paint, target photos, faces she wants gone.
A violent collage of pain and vengeance.
Harley's face freezes in shock, her breath caught.
Cassandra doesn't notice the wall—
she runs straight toward Quinnzel.
HARLEY💋💄
"SISSY… are you—crying?!"
For the first time ever…
Quinnzel doesn't push Harley away.
She throws herself into Harley's arms.
Harley's eyes widen.
Her brain stops.
Harley Quinn—wild, chaotic Harley—
is frozen.
Then she hugs Quinnzel back.
Deeply.
Warmly.
No jokes.
No madness.
Just a sister holding another sister through hell.
HARLEY (whispering, soft and protective):💋💄
"Come on, sis… you're stronger than you know. Let's get you out of this bloody art museum you made. Come sit with us in the living room."
Quinnzel pulls back slightly—
eyes red, face trembling—
but she nods.
She tries to stand…
…but her legs buckle instantly.
Cassandra catches her.
Harley grabs the other arm.
Together, they lift her gently, supporting her like family.
And they guide her out of the broken room, away from the blood, away from the memories—
into safety.
[INT. ROMAN SIONIS' OFFICE – NIGHT]
A skyline of Gotham glows outside the tall windows.
Inside—
Roman Sionis sits alone at his glossy black desk.
The atmosphere is quiet, expensive, dangerous.
He slices into a perfectly cooked piece of steak with a silver knife and fork.
Every movement is elegant.
Precise.
Almost surgical.
He hums softly to himself, savoring the taste.
On the wall behind him:
Masks.
Weapons.
Artifacts.
A collection belonging to a man who enjoys cutting the world open just to see what bleeds.
Roman smirks at nothing—just enjoying his night.
Suddenly—
BUZZZZ.
His phone vibrates on the table.
Roman pauses mid-bite, annoyed that anyone dared interrupt him.
He wipes his mouth with a silk napkin, picks up the phone without looking at the caller ID.
ROMAN💎💰
(slow, bored)
"…This better be good."
A shaky voice crackles through the speaker.
Zsasz.
ZSAZ (V.O.)☠️
"Boss… you're not gonna believe this."
Roman rolls his eyes.
ROMAN💎💰
"Zsasz, I don't believe stupid things.
So make it worth my time."
Zsasz hesitates.
ZSAZ (V.O.)☠️
"…It's Quinnzel."
Roman freezes.
The knife stops halfway to his mouth.
A slow blink.
ROMAN💎💰
(soft, curious)
"…What about her?"
ZSAZ (V.O.)☠️
"She's alive."
Silence.
Roman slowly lowers the knife and fork onto his plate.
His jaw clenches once.
He tilts his head like he didn't hear correctly.
ROMAN💎💰
(quiet, deadly calm)
"…Zsasz… I buried her."
Roman sits frozen in his chair.
Rain taps softly against the windows behind him.
Zsasz's voice crackles through the phone:
ZSAZ (V.O.)☠️
"Boss… I'm telling you. She's alive. In Harley's apartment."
Roman doesn't answer.
He hangs up mid-sentence.
No goodbye.
No order.
No rage.
Just the sound of the call dying.
He slowly stands.
But it's not slow because he's calm.
It's slow because his chest is tight—
like someone lit a fire inside his ribs.
He grabs his black, custom-made jacket and slips it on with shaky hands.
ROMAN (murmuring to himself)💎💰
"…Alive? No… no, no… she can't—"
(beat)
"…Quinnzel."
His voice cracks.
He storms out of his office.
[INT. ROMAN'S CAR – MOVING – NIGHT – RAIN POURING]
Roman speeds through the city.
The rain hitting the windshield sounds like nails.
His breathing is uneven, hands shaking on the wheel.
His thoughts are vicious.
Chaotic.
Obsessive.
ROMAN (V.O.)💎💰
Alive? No… she can't be. I buried her. I SAW her body. Cold. Gone.
He swallows hard.
Anger fights with fear inside his chest.
ROMAN (V.O.)💎💰
Did Harley save her? Did someone else touch her?
Is she laughing with them?
Smiling at them?
Looking at someone— the way she used to look at me?
His jaw locks.
A wave of jealousy hits him so hard his fingers twitch.
He slams his foot on the gas.
Lightning flashes outside the window.
Then—
A voice from the past echoes sharply in his mind:
THE JOKER (V.O., mocking, laughing)🤡🃏💚
"Roman, buddy, you? Compared to her?
You're NOTHING."
Roman's eyes widen—
the memory slices through him like a knife.
ROMAN (V.O.)💎💰
Shut up. Shut up.
THE JOKER (V.O.)🤡🃏💚
"She was brighter than you.
Meaner than you.
Better than you."
Roman grips the wheel so tight the leather creaks.
ROMAN (V.O.)💎💰
He was wrong. He was WRONG.
She needed me. She loved me. She stayed with ME.
But another thought slips in…
One he hates.
ROMAN (V.O., shaky)💎💰
…Or did she stay because she was scared?
Because she thought I'd fall apart without her?
He shakes his head violently.
ROMAN (V.O.)💎💰
No. No. She was mine.
She WAS mine.
Thunder erupts.
The car swerves slightly as Roman's chest tightens.
Then—
beneath all the rage, jealousy, fear—
A tiny, unwanted truth:
ROMAN (V.O., soft, trembling)💎💰
…I loved you, Quinnzel.
He presses a hand to his chest like the words stabbed him.
ROMAN (V.O.)💎💰
And you—
You were the only thing in Gotham
that ever scared me.
A smile—broken, terrified, obsessed—
curls across his lips.
ROMAN (V.O.)💎💰
If you're alive…
(trembling breath)
I need to see you.
He floors the accelerator.
The car becomes a black streak in the storm.
[INT. QUINNZLE'S INNER MONOLOGUE – NIGHT]
Harley and Cassandra are on the couch, laughing at a Pink Panther episode, cereal bowls in their hands.
They offered me to sit with them… to "change the mood."
But I didn't.
I couldn't.
I went back to my room.
Again.
This time I'm on the bed, flat on my back, rolling the sharpest knife I own between my fingers.
Just staring at it.
Letting it reflect all the chaos inside me.
Mood.
Yeah… I guess that's the word.
Because right now?
I look like a roasted chicken with a useless life.
Pathetic, crispy, abandoned.
And somehow… I keep laughing.
Every time I look at that wall —
all the things I scratched into it —
a smirk climbs onto my lips, and the laughter escapes on its own.
All those humans…
The Joker.
Admiral Olsen.
Rick Flag.
Max Weel.
And finally…
Roman Sionis.
But when my eyes land on Roman's sketch, I realize something.
I only drew his sunglasses.
Not his face.
Not his body.
Just the glasses.
Maybe the things he did to me erased his image from my mind…
Maybe my stupid heart auto-moved on…
Or maybe I just wanted to forget him forever.
But then—
the tears return.
Because I remember what I was about to do.
Since when did my heart become this cruel?
Since when did killing people become an hourly thought?
It's like the old me is still inside, begging me to stop.
But the version I became…
she wants something else.
She wants to finish everyone who hurt her.
To crush the souls that messed with her.
To make the whole world pay.
I look around the room, and suddenly—
silence hits me like a knife.
A sharp, cold, clean cut.
It's like someone reached inside my throat…
and stole my voice.
And that's when I realize—
After I fell apart for hours…
I couldn't speak anymore.
Not even a whisper.
My voice… just disappeared.
Maybe it's hiding.
Maybe it's waiting.
Waiting for the right moment.
Waiting for revenge.
So for now…
I stay quiet.
Only the voice in my head talks.
And she's loud.
Louder than ever.
I sit there, tears still burning my cheeks,
silent until the end of the day…
…until the doorbell rings.
[SCREEN SHIFT – FRONT DOOR – 2 AM]
The doorbell BLASTS through the house like a possessed alarm clock.
DING-DONG-DING-DONG-DING-DONG-DING-DONG—
Nonstop.
Violent.
Disrespectful.
Harley and Cassandra JUMP off the couch, cereal flying everywhere.
HARLEY (wide-eyed, pissed):💋💄
Who the hell rings a doorbell at TWO A.M. in the middle'a the damn night?! What kinda demon-human got that kinda energy?!
The doorbell becomes even more chaotic —
like someone is punching it with both hands.
DING-DONG-DING-DONG-DING-DONG-DING—
Harley's eye twitches.
She turns to Cassandra, serious like a mother about to fight the neighbor.
HARLEY:💋💄
Stay here, sugar plum.
If it's a freakin' flesh-eatin' zombie, you're too cute to die first.
Cassandra nods, clutching her cereal bowl like a shield.
Harley grabs her baseball bat, spins it once, hides it behind her back…
and puts on the fakest casual smile ever made.
She unlocks the door—
—and freezes.
Because standing there…
Soaked by the rain.
Dripping expensive cologne.
Black gloves.
Perfect hair.
Eyes wild.
ROMAN SIONIS.
Pressing the doorbell like a drunk stalker who forgot what manners are.
Harley's jaw DROPS.
HARLEY (explodes):💋💄
YOU!!!!
What the hell are ya doin' here, ya walking pile of designer garbage?!
Go away, puddin'!
Your lil' princess is SLEEPIN'!
Roman lets out a low laugh.
Not a charming laugh.
A Roman laugh —
half smirk, half threat, all ego.
He doesn't answer Harley.
He just gently moves her aside like she weighs nothing, steps forward, and scans the house with sharp, hungry eyes.
But his expression isn't just cold.
Not just arrogant.
There's worry.
Real, twisted, confusing worry.
Harley sees it and her brain does a backflip.
HARLEY💄💋
Okay—
WHAT?
Why you lookin' like that?!
Why you lookin' worried?!
Roman, don't you DARE look human in my doorway!
Roman ignores her completely.
Instead, he steps deeper into the entrance, voice low, breath shaking—
ROMAN (calling out, desperate, territorial)💎💰
Quinnzel…?
Quinnzel!
Where are you?
…Quinnzel!
He sounds like a man lost in a forest.
Hunting something he loves.
Or hates.
Or both.
The sound echoes through the whole house.
Harley's anger melts into confusion.
HARLEY (to herself):💄💋
What kinda psycho-romantic horror movie am I livin' in right now?!
Cassandra peeks over the couch, eyes wide.
Roman keeps calling her name.
Each time louder.
More frantic.
More unhinged.
He's not here to kill her.
Not tonight.
He's here because he's obsessed.
[ The door to the hallway creaks open.
Roman instantly turns—
sharp, animal-like—
like a predator sensing the one person he can't live without and can't control.
His eyes widen.
His breath stops.
Every drop of blood in his body… sinks.
Because there she is.
QUINNZEL.
Standing in the doorway.
Jeans.
Simple shirt.
Hair slightly messy.
Scars falling beautifully over her eyes.
But her expression—
Not cute.
Not sassy.
Not angry.
Not deadly.
Something he has never seen on her before.
Something terrifying.
Complete emptiness.
She walks closer…
slowly…
each step soft, controlled, silent.
She gives him only one expression —
and it hits harder than any punch she ever threw.
Silence.
Her tears shimmer in her eyes, but they don't roll.
They're stuck.
Like her voice.
Like her soul.
For the first time in a month…
her eyes meet his.
She examines him.
Every corner of his face.
Every shadow.
Every flaw.
Every lie.
And then—
she stops halfway.
Not one step more.
Roman's face cracks instantly.
Trembling.
Disbelieving.
Desperate.
Harley and Cassandra stand behind him, jaws literally hanging open.
HARLEY (whispering to Cass):💄💋
Ohhh my God… he's doin' the psycho-lover thing…
This is worse than I imagined.
Roman takes one tiny step toward Quinnzel.
His voice shakes.
ROMAN (soft, breaking):💎💰
Q… Quinnzel.
And then—
before Harley can react—
before Cassandra can blink—
He walks straight to her…
…and pulls her into a hug.
A real one.
A gentle one.
Like she is the last warm thing in his world.
Cassandra's cereal bowl falls to the floor.
Harley covers her mouth in shock.
But Quinnzel—
She doesn't move.
Not an inch.
Not a reaction.
No arms wrapping back.
No warmth.
Only a single tear sliding slowly down her cheek.
She isn't melting.
She isn't yelling.
She isn't breaking.
She just stands there, confused.
Silent.
Empty.
Roman holds her tighter—
not because she asked—
but because he is terrified of losing her a second time.
Harley stares at the scene like she just witnessed three plot twists at once.
HARLEY (whispers):💄💋
Yep.
This is officially the craziest Tuesday of my life.
He pulled away from that creepy, uncomfortable hug, his hands instantly gripping her shoulders, checking her face like some worried lover.
But the truth?
He's not a lover.
He's just acting like one.
Behind the fake softness… an ego in devil horns.
Roman Sionis (voice trembling… but only because he wants her to believe it)💎💰
"Thank goodness… Quinnzel, you scared me to death. I—I thought I'd lost you forever. I was ready to kill myself!"
His hand rose toward her cheek—
But she stopped him.
Gently.
Firmly.
And the message was clear: don't touch me.
Silence.
But Roman?
He didn't flinch. Didn't hesitate.
He just slipped right back into his little performance.
Roman Sionis💎💰
"Okay, okay… I get it. You're still recovering from what happened. I understand, my love. Take all the time you need. Just remember—your prince is waiting for you to come back to him… ha… ha."
Quinnzel didn't bother hiding her face anymore.
Her eyes rolled upward in pure disgust — the kind that stings.
She couldn't believe he had the nerve to say "love" again.
She walked toward the doorway he'd come from, leaned her back against it, arms crossed tight. She didn't say a thing.
She didn't have to.
Her silence was louder than a gunshot.
He sighed. Pretending to be disappointed.
Then he stepped past her, stopping in the doorway.
Roman Sionis💎💰
"Hhhh… I hope you heal fast, Quinnzel. And always remember — your prince is waiting for you."
He slid on his black shades like he was in a movie, then walked out.
Quinnzel ignored him, except for one cold, sideways glance that followed him until he finally disappeared.
Then she closed the door behind him —
slowly…
quietly…
like sealing off a nightmare.
She rested her forehead against the door, eyes squeezed shut.
Silence.
Harley stood a few feet behind her, watching with soft, wounded eyes.
Even Cassandra — young, innocent Cassandra — had tears slipping down her cheeks.
She had just learned that love isn't always chocolates and roses.
Sometimes it's knives and scars.
Quinnzel opened her eyes — and they burned.
She turned away in silence, walking straight to her room without looking at anyone.
Harley (sad, fragile)💋💄
"Sissy…?"
No response.
Quinnzel closed the door gently behind her.
Cassandra💗🦩
"I—I can't believe what I just saw…"
Harley💋💄
"Yeah… someone give that b** an Oscar."*
But her joke didn't land.
Harley's eyes stayed locked on Quinnzel's closed door, her face still heavy with worry.
Harley (whispering)💋💄
"I just… hope she'll be okay."
---
[INT. QUINNZEL'S ROOM — NIGHT]
The moment the door clicked shut, Quinnzel let herself fall onto the bed like a broken angel finally dropping her wings.
She lay on her side, staring at the wall she had clawed earlier.
Her soft scars shimmered under the dim light, tears slipping out like slow, silent rain.
Her breath shook.
Her heart throbbed.
But this — this fragile version of her —
this will be the last time we ever see Quinnzel looking like an angel.
Because tonight…
Something inside her breaks —
and something far more dangerous rises.
She sits up slowly, eyes swollen but burning.
She walks toward the cracked mirror, staring at the ghost of the girl she was.
Her reflection trembles…
then smirks.
Quinnzel (whispering, dark, twisted, reborn)🔥🩸🖤
"Killing is an art, ha?"
She wipes her tears with the back of her hand.
"And he said I'm a beginner painter."
Her smirk grows — wicked, sharp, unstoppable.
"So why don't I be the brush… that paints the art?"
The air shifts.
The room feels colder.
Her shadow stretches long on the wall — almost monstrous.
She lifts her chin, eyes blazing with a terrifying new confidence.
This is her rebirth.
No more innocence.
No more begging for love.
No more princes.
Only power.
Only vengeance.
Only Quinnzel.
The lights flicker.
Her shadow on the wall looks taller.
Sharper.
Almost demonic.
Tonight, Quinnzel is reborn.
She will officially be…
the nightmare of Gotham.
🔥Screen Cut to black.🔥