I'm in on the planning. We're going to trap Batman, the usual. I'm glad Joker hasn't asked what I know about Robin. (I don't have proof anyway.) I want Joker to win but he'll have to do it on his own. I don't really want to hurt Batman, Batgirl, or even Robin. (He sucks, but I don't want him dead.)
I think I'm about to have a fantasy now.
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I'm tired of wishing for Jason. My high school sweetheart (well, my senior prom date) was named Anthony and he had green eyes and a sexy voice and he was hot and very, very tall. I'm crazy for those green-eyed men.
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I like the Joker very much, but there's one thing I wish I was brave enough to tell him: I hate the way he treats Harley. I mean, come on, man! They could have a good thing going there. She loves him more than I ever will. She's in love with him. She's devoted, she's loving, she's pretty…and yet he feels that his life is empty, romantically. What is he, blind? The only way she would stay with him this long, through cops and Capes and Arkham, is if she was crazy or in love. I'm thinking a little of both.
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Batman just caught the Riddler and tossed him in the crazy house. Riddler was not one to work with a crowd, but he did have a few henchmen who came over to us. I wonder why the Riddler and Joker never team up? I always thought they would be a good team but I guess they disagree.
Anyway, our organization is big enough now to start doing some real work.
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Today we stole a car. A Mercedes-Benz. Former owner Mr. George Lake, deceased. (I didn't do it. He was like that when we got there.) We didn't have any further use for it so I sent it to Anthony.
Now that I think about it, he wasn't actually my prom date, but we did hang out together while our dates were passed out from the spiked punch. Last I heard, those two were getting married.
In nine days, we raid a bookstore and steal nine copies of Take a Thief, Make a Thief by Misty Lake (known as Mercedes Carlin to her friends and die-hard fans.)
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I've been paying closer attention to Joker and Harley, trying to see if the romance is a-bloomin, and I noticed something really creepy.
The boss likes me. I'm sure he'd kill me dead if he had half a reason and half a chance, but he likes me. A year after I'm gone he'll remember me as his sweetheart, when all I did was hang out with him when we were both alone.
Anthony and I were really just good friends.