"Harley?" I look around. Where am I? Everything's black. Where's Red? "Where's Pamela?" Says a voice. I frown and try to find the source. I hate calling her that name. The voice sounds familiar, though I can't place it. I come upon a room. It's just like one of the interview rooms in Arkham. Oh no, not this place. I take a seat and wait for the doctor. The door opens and it's me. Not me but me a long time ago.. when I was boring and all alone. When I was a psychiatrist. Not even three years ago yet it felt like centuries. "Harley?" The voice says again. I frown at my once smooth voice, "Harleen?" I ask. Harleen smiles professionally, there's no crazy look in her eyes as she does so. "Yes, hello Harley. How are you today?" Well, this is weird... "Um, I'm alright. You?" "I'm... fine. Look, Harley. We need to talk." "Are we me?" I think I was starting to get this. "Yes. Red and Green, remember that thought?" I blink, "Uh..yes. What about it?" "Ever since you.. became part of me. It's been a constant battle between Red and Green. Good and wrong. Truth or lie. Life or death. Pamela or .. him." I flinch at the way she says his name, "Mr. J!" "He stole my life from me. Harley, you were never meant to be here. Just Harleen.. Harleen Quinzell. Now look at you, US! LOOK! You threw our life away for that creep! Now what? You're killing us by screwing over Pamela - " "Will you stop calling her that!" Harleen pulls off her glasses and narrows her eyes at me. "I refuse to call her that absolutely ridiculous name. Look at her. She was never a murderer, not until Dr. Woodroe. What that man did to her, Joker did to you. She's reliving it seeing you go through this. Except she didn't have anyone and you have her." I feel bad. Terrible.. oh, poor poor Red. I hated that man. If she hadn't killed him already I would've. "Why, Harley?" HEY! Get out of my head, creep! "I'm part of your head." Oh.. right. "Well, because.. she's my bestfriend. She cares about me. She takes care of me. She sleeps with me when I'm scared and she reads me bedtime stories. She takes care of the Batman when I wanna watch cartoons instead of fighting with him and she makes me feel safe. I know she'll always be there when Mr. J kicks me out -" "Then why did you kill her?" YOU NO GOOD SON OF A B- "Watch it!" "I didn't kill her." "You thought you did and you were happy." I look down and play with my fingers. "That's.. that's not true. I love her." "Then why-" "Because I love my puddin' more than I'll ever love her!" Harleen frowns at me and does the same thing I'm doing. We don't look at eachother. "I'm in love with her. But I can't be with her when you love him. I can't see her. You killed the one I love right in front of me. I thought you did.." I wince at the pain that we both felt that night afterwards. The nightmares we shared. "I want my puddin' I don't want Red.. like that." "Yes you do." Shut the f- "See! She makes you happy. Why did you give Robin back to Batman? Because you were jealous of the attention. Why do you cringe whenever she kisses someone when you're on a heist? Because you're jealous because we love her.." My eyes widen and I look back up at Harleen, "too.. we love her too." "Can we still see her?" I look back away. I don't know.. "Please?" "Okay." Harleen smiles. I smile too.
