I’m the living, breathing Harley, in the flesh…
“Face it, Harl, this stinks! You’re a certified nutso wanted in twelve states and hopelessly in love with a psychopathic clown. At what point did my life go Looney Tunes? How did it happen? Who’s to blame?…”
Bats: You little fool. The Joker doesn’t love anything except himself. Wake up, Harleen. He had you pegged for hired help the minute you walked into Arkham.
Har: That’s not – no. NO! He told me things, secret things that he never told anyone!
Bats: Was it his line about the abusive father? Or the one about the runaway mom. He’s gained a lot of sympathy with that one.
Har: Stop it! You’re making me confused!
Bats: What was it he told that one parole officer?… Oh yeah, “There was only one time I ever saw Dad really happy. He took me to the Ice Show when I was seven.”
Har: Circus… He said it was the Circus.
Bats: He’s got a million of them, Harley..
Har: [wiping away her tears] YOU’RE WRONG! MY PUDDIN’ DOES LOVE ME! HE DOES! You’re the problem! And now you’re gonna die and make everything right!
I should listen to Bats. *should*
Probably won’t, though.