Day One-Hundred Thirteen
Harley was on her lunch break in the Arkham Asylum. As she was eating alone, still worrying about the Joker, a few of the workers ran into the cafeteria and shouted, "The Joker got caught! The Joker got caught!" Harley immediately dropped her sandwich on her tray and ran out.
There was a huge crowd of workers near the entrance and Harley pushed her way through all of them. She didn't care if she even had to start shoving. She needed to see if the Joker was alright. When Harley made her way through everyone, she gasped. She watched the Batman carrying in the Joker by his suit. She couldn't believe how badly beaten up the Joker was, and she knew the Batman did that to him. Batman was the one who hurt her sweets.
The Batman threw the Joker onto the floor as if he were nothing. The Joker fell to the floor, and I ran to him. I got on my knees and held my sweets in my arms. He was here with me once again, and I never felt happier. But seeing the way my sweets was with a broken nose, a black eye, and bruised cheeks...I just couldn't. I snapped. This Batman, this wretched caped crusader was the reason why my sweets was hurt. Once was enough, now it was time for me to take matters into my own hands.
Harley slipped her way past the entrance guard with her slick gymnastic talents. She then saw a guard on patrol, and she quietly snuck behind him and knocked the life out of the guard with a rubber chicken stuffed with bars of soap. She then went towards the Joker's cell and saw an army of guards. She loaded her gas gun and shot it to the guards. Laughing gas exploded and all the guards ran away laughing their asses off. Harley went up to the Joker's window and put a little bomb on it.
The Joker immediately covered his ears and so did Harley. The bomb exploded and the Joker was coughing from all the smoke arising. When the smoke started to disappear, he saw a figurine of a girl with a beautifully curved body standing in front of him. He looked up to the figurine in the shadows and saw that she was wearing a jester hat. "Knock, knock, puddin'! Say hello to your new and improved Harley Quinn!"
Day One-Hundred Fourty-Three
What can I say? It was all because of love that made me who I am now. My love for my puddin' was too much, and I knew I needed to live my life with him until the day I died. Ever since I helped him escape from Arkham Asylum, we became inseperable. But...he wasn't exactly the way I thought he'd be in my fantasies. He never kisses me, he never fingers me, he never has sex with me. I thought that we would make love everyday, but I guess not.
My puddin' is too busy figuring out ways to get to the Batman, but we always end up getting locked back in Arkham Asylum. And as always, we find a way to escape together just to try to get the Batman again. But then we'd be locked up again.
I knew in the back of my head that this was going to be our routine, but I didn't care as long as I spent every waking moment with my sweets. That was all I cared about. I love my life the way it is now, absolutely. I love everything about it. I get to spend every waking moment with my puddin', I get to sleep every night with my puddin'. Nothing can separate me from my puddin'. I love him and he loves me. Things couldn't get any better.