Note: Takes place after Platypus?
Harley Quinn's Log
I saw it all happen, and I still can't get the images out my head. I can't believe he just jumped like that. They were just talking… always talking. I'm not sure any real fighting even happened. That's all they ever did was talk. Okay, so Mistah J talked and Batman glared, but then he jumped. No last laugh, nothing, he just… jumped. That wasn't my Puddin'. He would never just jump without a punch line, and yet he did. Now I'm all alone. How could he just leave me all alone like that? Mistah J, that bastard. No, no, no I didn't mean that. I loved my Puddin', but he left me and I miss him and it's all Batman's fault. Why couldn't he just die like Mistah J planned?
When I go to sleep at night, it all comes back to me. I'm there again in the shadows on the ground. Puddin' wouldn't let me get any closer. He kept telling me this would finally be it; this would be the time that he finally managed to kill all those mangy Bats. Mistah J said I was a distraction that he couldn't afford to have around, and he sent me on my way long before that night. But what he didn't realize was, I needed my Puddin', and I was never ever too far away from him-- not that he would have noticed if I had been around. He was just so obsessed with it all. I don't know why he couldn't just give it up. We could have moved to a different city without all the stupid caped crusaders. We could have had a life, but no, he couldn't just drop it, and now…now he's dead. That JERK! No, I didn't mean that either. It's just…why didn't he at least take me with him? That would have been easier, and far less cruel. At least then we could have been together. I wouldn't be here all alone.
I remember the night he kicked me out. He wouldn't let me back in. I spent most of my time watching him from afar while he worked so hard over all of his little plans to kill the Bats--because I couldn't do anything else. He wouldn't let me do anything else. I followed him wherever he went because I didn't have anything else. Now, I have nothing at all. I loved watching him. Everything he did was like an art form; it was all just so fascinating. Now, I'll never get to really see him again. I close my eyes, and all I see is him. I see him walking towards the edge, I watch him as he jumps off, I stand there helplessly as he falls, and then I see him hit the ground…and I can't…it hurts too much to think about it, and yet that's all I think about. I think about how he didn't seem to be scared, or even have a care in the world as he descended to the ground. I think about how he just turned away from Batman and let it all slip away. I think about how much I needed him, how much I still need him. It hurts so much. I wish I could just stop, but I can't.
I never really felt like I was worth anything, and now I know I'm worth nothing. He was my everything, my Puddin', my Mistah J. He was my reason for existing, and as he hit the cold hard sidewalk and became nothing more than a smear on the ground so did my heart. It's been weeks, and there's nothing left of him now just like how there's nothing left of me.
The End