Disclaimer: Joker does not belong to me, nor does Harley.
I suppose you can say that Harley and I are starcrossed lovers.
And not in the way you think, you cheesy saps.
We have each had two lives together, and each had a transition into them. In a long forgotten life, I was Jack, she was Harleen. I was a man with a life to live, she was a student starting her life.
The world can only guess at why Jack helped little Harleen. Maybe he was trying to purge his soul, helping instead of causing harm. Maybe he felt pity for the pretty girl. Maybe he just wanted to mess with her head. No one will know, as Jack died in that accident were I was born.
I could be said that I fathered Harley, but that girl had problems long before I got to her. I merely played the strings, guiding her path. Harleen was a fragile creature, looking for love in all the wrong places. A manipulator who was manipulated. It's not my fault that she decided to make me her patient. Hell, anyone with have a brain should have seen that this psychologist needed a psychologist! I guess that only the truly sane can see through this insanity that is life and see another sane individual.
Of course, people like to make me out to be the bad guy. I made this poor, talented young doctor fall from grace, turning her from angel into a demon. Say what you will, once she fell, she fell hard. Someone had to swoop in and save her, and it wasn't going to be Bats. Not to say that Harley can't save herself. I know she can. That girl has a right hook that's not to be messed with. But she has that childish charm to her, and that draws in the bad boys. I should know.
What do I feel for Harley? Since humans love labeling things, I suppose that you can call it love. I'll never name it. Jack saved Harleen, and I save my Harley. If we take on new identities, who knows if this will continue. Maybe it will be Harley who saves me