I was there, you know. I was watching from behind the mirrored glass when my sweetie said the words that finally broke me. He said…
He told the Batman he completed him.
I twitched. It was so very unprofessional, but I twitched. I was furious, beyond angry. How could He? How could He betray me like that when I was the one helping Him! I was the one listening to Him, taking care of Him… Sympathizing, and analyzing Him! I was the one trying to stop them putting Him somewhere where I couldn't get to Him, somewhere where no-one would understand Him! I was the one standing up for Him and there He was, telling the BATMAN of all people, that He Needed him! After we'd had such a lovely first date together, too…
I confess; I didn't know it was a date at first. I'd thought it to just be work-work, but that was before Commissioner Gordon stuck his head around the door, and called my name. My Old Name.
"Harleen? Sorry, Doctor Quinzel…
It was when I walked back in that He noticed me. I mean, really noticed me. I remember what He said then, better than anything anyone had ever said before and like nothing He had ever said. He said I almost sounded like someone he could talk to… tell His secrets to… Harlequin… Harley Quinn.
It sounded like someone I could really get to know too. It sounded like it belonged to me, like the name had just been sat there, patiently waiting for me to wake up and realise it was there.
They took me when they went to let Him down from the building the Batman had left Him dangling from. I hadn't realised I'd reapplied my make up differently – Bright and yet dark red lipstick, heavy black eyeliner, pale face… I saw Him when He saw me. I saw the slight widening to His eyes, the slight curve upwards of his gorgeous maniacal smile, just for me.
They let me ride with Him to Arkham Asylum, where I usually worked out of anyway. Well, I say they let me ride with Him… we had to be separated by the cages of their cars. I settled for staring at Him in the mirror – we couldn't let everyone know about us, not yet. They'd take Him away from me, put Him somewhere we couldn't be together. I couldn't let that happen. Not now, not ever. He knows. He feels the same. That's why He just sat there, smiling that smile and staring back at me in the mirror.
He already knows I understand everything far better than the Batman ever could, or will. He knows I understand Him, and that's the greatest gift I can give Him. Someone who understands Him, and who will Never Leave Him.
He's got me now. There's no need for Mister J to ever be alone again.
~Harley Quinn