He came to me again. This guy is really creeping me out. I guess I get to live for a while. Batman might come and try to save me again, and then Joker could trap him and kill him.
Joker was pretty pissed when he came by today because Robin is still alive. He's in the hospital, wearing a gown and his robin mask. Identity still secret.
Oh, he brought me a chicken sandwich.

I don't like evil. Evil is bad. Honestly.

They say Robin is going to recover. I'm kind of glad. If I was evil I'd say I've always had a soft spot for the kid (but I'm not evil.) Actually from what I can figure, Robin might be older than I am. Not more than a couple of years. Anyway I can't get away with calling him a kid.
When I was a little girl I wanted to be Catwoman because she's cool.

There aren't that many evil girls. Just Catwoman, Harley, and Poison Ivy. Harley's not the boss, Poison Ivy is a biffin environmentalist, and everyone knows Catwoman is Batman's girl.
Why aren't there any good bad girls in this city?

Oh damn. Blood pressure.

Once upon a time there was a girl with low blood pressure. She was also anemic. Her blood was all screwed up. Because of the low blood pressure, every time she stood up she came close to fainting. She never noticed the anemia unless it gave her cramps in the feet. Therefore she was more scared by that dramatic low blood pressure even though anemia can kill you and I don't think low blood pressure can.
If I wasn't afraid to ask for anything I would ask for chicken liver, spinach, and lots of salty stuff. I'd like a peach, but that's not medical.

I guess the Joker got tired of coming to me because today he sent Harley to bring me to him. When I stood up I about passed out. She asked me what was wrong and I tried to stall her but she wouldn't back off. Jeez it's hard to hold this pen. I showed her the last page in the notebook. I don' know what will happen next. The threat of death is getting a little stale.
Harley took me to him. I was feeling nasty and wished I could take a shower. He told me to sit down. I sat in a purple chair. The whole room was purple except for the bright yellow flowers in the purple wallpaper. Joker wore a purple trench coat, green pants. I like trench coats because they make me think of gangsters, machine guns, prohibition. I would love to hit a speakeasy. I was a flapper for Halloween once. Now I have a friend who calls me Flappie.
We traded wisecracks for a while. I swear this guy is cornier than my dad. That's a good thing. I love my dad and I love his stupid jokes. Unfortunately I'm not so good at coming up with them myself. So thank you, Daddy, for watching Mystery Science Theater with me. I think the Joker was pleased, if not impressed, by my efforts.
He didn't seem to have anything important to say to me. Maybe just testing me out.

Harley came again. She took me out of the cell and I was positive she was going to kill me this time. Didn't happen.
She brought me to this new room. Green walls. Green carpet. Big window—with bars on it. There's a very nice bed with a green bedspread. Lots of pillows. I like that. There's a dresser too, with a mirror.

Sometimes I don't know what to think. My door is locked, but I am connected to a bathroom. With a shower. And in my dresser drawers are a lot of new clothes.

I just took a shower. Now I'm wearing a bright stretchy suit like Harley's. No hat or makeup though.
Someone's coming.

Once upon a time the Joker came to Liss's room.
"I see by your attire that you're ready to commit a crime. Are you really going to follow in my miscreantic footsteps? Who would you like to kill today?"
Liss didn't know how to answer. If she gave a name, the Joker would probably really kill them. If she didn't, he would probably really kill her.
He was getting impatient, but she couldn't come up with anything. Then, a flash of brilliance (she hoped.)
"Sir Alec Guinness," she said, hoping he wouldn't kill her with that razorblade walking stick.
He laughed. Insanely, but how the hell else is he going to laugh? Obi-Wan Kenobi, God rest your soul.
Now I have a new nickname: Darth. Lady Vader to the henches. I wonder if they'll bring me any black clothes?

They did! Purple, actually, dark purple, but an exact replica of Darth Vader's armour, cape and everything. No helmet.
So am I a prisoner or a guest?

Joker asked me who I wanted to kill today. I said Ottorino Respighi. Maybe that was a bad idea. Maybe now I'll be murdered in the shower. Maybe a knife will cut off my scream...and my head. (What a great line!) Psycho was the last book I was reading before all this. I'm actually kind of eager to see what happens next.

Once upon a time there was a little girl named Liss who was visiting her Daddy at work. It was the second grade field trip to the art museum, and Liss was proudly telling all her friends about Daddy's work.
Then the badguys showed up and held all the boys and girls at gunpoint while the other badguys stole the paintings. Batman got there and basically beat the shit out of them, and all the paintings got back safe and sound. This was back when Batman was still pretty new, and all the kids were trying to get a good look at him. In the fight between Batman and the baddies, a lot of shots were fired. And that's the story of why I limp.

Why do I feel so xxxxing empty? Cussing usually fills me up for a while, you know, getting pissed. But manufactured piss is nothing to the real thing. I cuss and a second later I'm empty again. There's a big hole inside me and I just can't fill it up. Kill myself if it wasn't so much trouble.

Joker came to ask me who I want to kill today. I didn't bother thinking of another dead person. I said (rather bleakly) "You know perfectly well I don't feel like murder today." He wasn't too happy about that. He reached for my notebook and I slapped his hand away and told him to stay the hell out of my personal business.
That was the first time I've ever seen him frown. He whacked me a good one and I have to say I was pretty damn impressed. Mad as hell, too. I picked myself up and was about to beat the tar out of him (knowing full well I would be gunned down by a hench before I ever got anywhere near) when something occurred to me. I wasn't feeling empty anymore. In fact I felt ~!GREAT!~ And I wanted to keep feeling great.
So I said: "You know who I want to kill, Joker?"
That grin of his was beautiful.
I named five or six idiots I went to high school with. Now I admit I feel guilty and I hope he didn't really kill them. But at the moment I was flying high.