Disclaimer: I do not own Batman, Joker, or Harley. I'm just the author of this fic, which by my count, has a unique plot, so far.
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It was raining hard. So hard that no one dared venture into it. It had been raining non-stop for two days, and everything and everyone was getting irritable. The sound of the droplets pouring down was enough to drive one mad - unless you already where.
The Joker was staring out thr window, counting the rain drops that fel onto the window sill. His usual grin was nowhere to be seen on his pale face. Usually, he loved the rain, but today it reminded him of how closed in he was, how lonely he was.
He couldn't use any of his plans. All of his goons were in jail. The Bat was also hot on his tail, so he had to lay low.
But that wasn't it. No, these weren't the reason he felt like this. It was Harley.
Ever since that Ivy woman came around, she was never home. Not that he wanted her - that's what he told himself - it was just too quiet.
He was sick of this, he was going to bed.
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He was laying in bed, still awake, when Harley finally came home. He glared at the ceiling, then got out of bed
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Not sure if I should continue. If you'd like, review. I'd really appreciate it! Thanks!
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It was raining hard. So hard that no one dared venture into it. It had been raining non-stop for two days, and everything and everyone was getting irritable. The sound of the droplets pouring down was enough to drive one mad - unless you already where.
The Joker was staring out thr window, counting the rain drops that fel onto the window sill. His usual grin was nowhere to be seen on his pale face. Usually, he loved the rain, but today it reminded him of how closed in he was, how lonely he was.
He couldn't use any of his plans. All of his goons were in jail. The Bat was also hot on his tail, so he had to lay low.
But that wasn't it. No, these weren't the reason he felt like this. It was Harley.
Ever since that Ivy woman came around, she was never home. Not that he wanted her - that's what he told himself - it was just too quiet.
He was sick of this, he was going to bed.
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He was laying in bed, still awake, when Harley finally came home. He glared at the ceiling, then got out of bed
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Not sure if I should continue. If you'd like, review. I'd really appreciate it! Thanks!