Somehow, along the way, they had come to accept it. This clash of green and black had turned into something comforting. And yet nothing could have prepared her for the moment his black eyes were boring into hers with a burning hate, the same hate she had witnessed at that god-forsaken bridge.

"She wanted to discover how a human brain could be so severely damaged that the hand of his owner would no longer tremble as he held a gun, directed at a child's forehead, that his gaze would not even budge from the eyes of his prey, as he pulled the trigger. " To put it simply: my idea of how and why Harleen Quinzel became a criminal psychologist... and maybe later Harley Quinn.