Pamela sat at a bench staring out into the distance. I wonder how my babies are doing. I hope nobody has harmed them, I will seriously do some damage when I get out of here if anyone's touched them. Speaking of getting out of here... Harley Quinn, her fellow inmate, had bounced into the room giggling with a big smile on her face as usual. ''Hey there Red!''
Over the past month, Pamela had become close with the blonde-headed girl, even if she wasn't all that bright.
''Oh hi Harley. Any news on the Joker front?''
''Yes! He's my puddin'!'' She smiled.
Like I said, she's not so bright.
''I mean...'' Her voice turned into a whisper as she leaned in to Harley's ear. ''Is there any news on us breaking out of here?''
Harley laughed. ''Oh yeah! Puddin' said he's gonna come for me this weekend!'' She giggled excitedly.
Pamela shot Harley a confused look. ''Wait, 'coming for me this weekend'? What about me?''
Harley's face dropped. ''Oh yeah, about that... I kinda forgot to ask him about breaking you out as well...'' Harley then flinched as if Pamela was going to hit her.
''What do you mean you 'forgot'? He's going to break me out, right? He has to break me out!'' She started to get angry as Harley edged away from her red-haired friend.
''You know I need to get out. You're my only rescue, remember? I thought I was your friend, Harls. I thought since you told me everything that we were close, Harley. I thought, because of everything Joker's put you through that I would matter more than that clown of a boyfriend. I thought that since I can help you live a better life without abuse from that bastard, that you would do me a favour! Oh but no. Of course not. You don't care about me, do ya Harls? I didn't think so.'' As she looked away from her 'friend', she could hear her cry silently.
Shouting at the bimbo won't increase your chances of breaking out, Pam. Apologise.
Pamela turned to face Harley and scooted over to where Harley was sitting on the bench. She put her arms around her and whispered, ''I'm sorry Harley. I just get angry sometimes when you don't listen to me.'' She smiled and lifted the blonde's chin up with her finger. She got out a clean tissue and wiped up her tears. ''I know you don't like people shouting at you, I'm a little stressed about my children that's all.'' Harley smiled back and jumped up off the bench, hitting Pamela in the face with her elbow. ''Ouch!'' She screamed. Harley gasped dramatically, ''I'm so sorry Red! I didn't mean to hit you!'' Pamela sighed. ''No, no. It's fine.''
''Anyway, I'm gonna go upstairs and tell Puddin that he has to let you out otherwise I'm staying here!'' She stomped her foot for effect. ''You'd do that, for me?'' Pam put on her best 'puppy face' and Harley turned to goo. "Of course Red! Who could say no to that little face?'' She then danced away and Pamela smiled. She had always enjoyed acting, especially faking emotions. Always comes in handy when she wanted something bad enough.