Harley Quinn's Log-Arkham Asylum
I miss him. I know I shouldn't, but he's my Puddin. Yeah, he hurts me, but I need him. It's like he's a drug and I need my fix. Of course I want a normal relationship, and yeah I know he can't and won't give me that, but what I do get from him is so much more. He gives me a life, sure it's a life of crime and running, but it is a life. He shows me that there's more to the world than Arkham and the rest of society, there's him, that grin, and that glorious green hair and white face. I get to see and do more now than I ever did before I met him.
It's more than all of that though I am the only person that gets to be close to him. So what if I have to take a few hits? I'm the only one that gets to see him, the real him, the him that doesn't have a permanent grin, the him that lets his guard down every now and again. I live for the moments when I get to see that look in his eyes, the look that says I'm his only girl.
Mistah J always says that each glare he gets from Batman is special for him, that each one holds a certain emotion that The Bat saves just for him, and I'm starting to believe that every hit I take from my Puddin is the same. Ah, Mistah J, how I miss all the sweet and not so sweet words you say to me, and for what may or may not be for the best I love you.