Okay so this is a oneshot story about Joker x Harley Quinn pairing I decided to write out of pure fun and randomness it is mostly set from Harley's Pov and it will be set in the New 52 mostly because I wanted to write about how Harley Quinn feels about the Joker now and about all the things that are changing also this story is set after the events of Suicide Squad # 14 and 15 so anyways…

~enjoy~

Belle Reve Penitentiary, Terrebonne Parish Louisiana-9:38 pm nighttime... Meanwhile in Harley Quinn's cell…...

Harley's Pov

I lay here alone in my cell silently looking at my ceiling, I know people don't think I am exactly intelligent but truly I am I know I am….but really that's neither here nor there, no what I am thinking of is more important than myself…..I am thinking about my Mistah J…...and how he changed I mean he hurt me worse than any punch or kick, worse than any broken bone or gunshot wound….he hurt me emotionally, but then again that was his goal I suppose to hurt me emotionally, to break me in some way whether that way be psychologically or emotionally I will never know, all I know is he seceded he hurt me worse than I have ever been hurt in my life, it felt like pieces of my heart were crumpling apart, I can't understand why he did what he did I can just live with his choice, no matter how fucked up it was.

But I have to admit I miss the old days when he would pull off a big heist and then pat me on the head and tell me "good job Harls" the days when he would hold me after he had taken some of his anger out or send me a rose with a get well soon card on it, the times when he would throw me out and then come back to get me because he needed me or missed me, I know he missed me, I know he did, he loved me no matter what he said…..hell he told me he loved me on occasion, he especially when I pleased him, he would put his arms around me and embrace me and kiss me, I miss those days, I miss that Mistah J not the man with no face that I met…that wasn't him…..he changed and I didn't like it, I wanted my Mistah J, I still want my Mistah J not that faceless rotting man dressed like a grease monkey, I want the purple suit wearing face having beautiful man I fell in love with, the man who would make plans to rid himself of the Bat, the man who even though he hit me, he would always make up for it, the man who use to make me laugh for hours on end with his comedy, I want that Mistah J back not this new one who hurt me, I just want things to be semi normal again not this Suicide Squad mess, not the New Joker who only causes pain, no I want Gotham City back, I want to go back to fighting the Bat and Bird-Brain, but most of all I want to go back to my Mistah J the one I loved.

I roll over lightly in my bed stirring for sleep.

Maybe someday things will go back to normal I can go back to Gotham City and go back to fighting the big bad Bat along with Birdbrain and Bratgirl, maybe one day I can go back and be with My Mistah J the one I remember, the one I love and things won't be so weird, maybe times will be different again and me and Mistah J can go back to normal and maybe just maybe times won't change anymore.

Anyways I need to get some sleep, no telling when Waller will get us up in the morning plus it is late so now I will close my eyes and sleep, and dream of times passed and not times changed

~The End~