Well, ole buddy, you've done it this time. Harley's gone. After all those years, you've gotten rid of her. What else were you supposed to do? Get captured by Batsy yourself? No. Harley would understand; she better.
But should you retrieve her? Put her out of her misery? She was your Clown Princess; there was no never any doubt. But when Batsy's after you, it's every clown for their self- Harley knew that. It's not your fault she got herself locked up.
You've been lonely, though. Is that all Harley does for you? Eases your loneliness? Yes.
You're a free man then, J. A free man! A bachelor with no conscious; a clown with no soul; a man with no heart. Except for one, right?
Wanna hear a joke?
She's not here to laugh to laugh at your jokes, anymore. What's the point 'n telling 'em?
You remember the first time you seen her, don't'cha, J? She thought she could fix you. They only wanted to see how you worked; what made… you… tick. She wanted to fix you; cure you like a disease.
But she fell in love with ya' instead. Dumb girl. The Joker doesn't love; The Joker doesn't feel. Yet, you enticed her. You let her believe you cared for her. You let her believe that she was "fixing" you. You can't fix what was never broken, dollface.
You dofeel though, Clown Prince.
You sit here debating whether or not you should risk yourself to retrieve her. How can you say you don't feel? She's your Clown Princess; your Harlene Quinzel. SHE GOT HERSELF CAPTURE, you didn't do that, ole buddy. She deserves to rot for making you
contemplate whether you feel for her.
Where is she? Wasting away in some hole in Louisiana. You know where she is.
You hope she's giving them hell, though. Everyone knows she's your property. She'll danger your reputation if she's suddenly gone soft. Soft as vanilla ice cream. Her embarrassing you seems like a good enough to get her, right?
Do you love her, Joker? She's your Harley-girl. But what really is "love"? Love is an abstract word. There is no meaning, no use, no reason for the word. Yet when she's near, you feel… no. You don't feel.
You can't use her if she's locked up in her birdycage. You do like to use your pets. Your property. You own her.
But why?
Do you own her to use her or do you own her because you feel for her? There's a very thin line, Jokes, and it seems like you're teetering on the middle. You better know what you're doing. If you go get her, then you'll be confirming your "love" for her.
Could you let her think?
She'd die for you; you know that.
Would you do it for her? You hope you never have to decide. But here you are, it's time to decide.
A mission might give you a reason to stretch your legs; work out the kinks; let people know you haven't gone soft. Soft as vanilla ice cream. Besides, you've got some new toys you'd like to try out. They're real pretty.
Vanilla ice cream… don't you have a joke for that?
Where is Harley? You know where she's at. Then that's where you're going. You can't even think of your jokes when she's not here. The Joker needs her; you love her. No. You don't love her. You feel empty without her. You feel bad, in a good way, when
she's around. You feel for her, ole pal, ole buddy. You swore you wouldn't, but here you are. You're on your way to get her.
Let out a laugh.
Go get your Harley.