Well, some more randomness from me. It won't turn into anything more, but I'm a review addict and I'd love some constructive criticism. This is, also, TDK Harley. Even though I know she mostly still like the traditional Harley, TDK Joker needs TDK Harley, because traditional Harley is just too used to her traditional Joker. If you even get what I mean! xD. Oh, and I don't really know what lithium is.. I've only heard it mentioned a few times.

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I've fallen down the hole again, but it's with him, and I love it, and I know better but it's what I want. Just like Alice, from Wonderland, right?

It always happened like this, didn't it? But that's how it was supposed to be. Because he told me so, and whatever he told me was most obviously true. After all, I was his and only his, and he needn't think a second thought about my faith in him.

As for me.. Well, I knew I was a screw up. But a bad sidekick was better then no sidekick.. Right? Riiight?

But that didn't matter. Joker always sets me straight. Maybe a few scars and broken bones would be the cost, but a girl had to learn, and goodness, my baby knows how to teach! After all, in Mistah J's holy words, "No pain, no gain, Harley."

But I wasn't so sure now. Even though I was positive my baby loved me, the lithium that Arkham seemed to always have in stock told me otherwise. On the inside, Harleen urged me towards my sanity -- after all, Harleen was a psychiatrist. She knew what she was doing, right? But Harley, me, on the other hand, knew better.

'No, no, Harleen.' There would be a proper mental slap on the hand(Puddin' showed me that one, when I accidentally burnt the meat loaf! But with a knife, I think.), like a young toddler, 'Mistah J only wants what's best for us. I mean.. me! Goshdarnit, stop makin' me sound crazy!'

But the lithium told me otherwise. Harley and Harleen were two different people, Harleen Quinzel and Harley Quinn. We're alike and yet so drastically different. It's hard for me to think when I have two sides of myself.

Every day I'm reminded of the very thin line that separates sanity form insanity, and how I'm was treading across both. Back and forth, back forth..

But I'm optimistic. Mistah J will come, and I know it.

….Right? Even if it's been a few months. I don't look at the newspapers anymore, fear of abandonment and Puddin' moving on to "bigger, better things" overruling my better judgment. Harleen's on the side lines every day, smirking at me and saying, "I told you so," because by now I'm sure Mistah J is on to bigger, better things and now there's nothing left, I'm stuck in Arkham forever.

What do I do? What do I do? Part of me -- the Harleen side -- tells me, very rationally, we can go back to a normal life. But I don't want that, I'm HARLEY. QUINN. And I'll be darned if I have to lead a normal life! Harleen tsks and shakes her head at me every time, but somewhere deep down I know I couldn't continue a normal life even if I wanted to.

Soon enough I find myself coming out of my cell less and less, I'm more unresponsive with my therapist, and most of all I really, reeeaaaally miss him…

I miss him, I miss him, I MISS HIM!

I was laying down on my bed, all hope gone -- Harleen is so very smug, but me, Harley, I'm so disappointed. -- when something knocks on my door. Hard.

I was about to scream, 'STOP KNOCKIN' LIKE YOU'RE THE POLICE! I DON'T EVEN WANT BREAKFAST!' when a very familiar face was revealed instead of that stupid guard, Joe.

"Mistah J! OH, I knew you'd come back me, Puddin'! I never had a single doubt!"

I remember very clearly that when I ran to embrace him, Harleen tsked and shook her head again.

"Harley, You've fallen down the hole again."

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