I hated him!

I legitimately hate him!

Like, he ruins everything in my life!

Who does he think he is!

I have never hated anyone as much as I hate him!

He talks over me, downplaying my sentiments and going above and beyond to ignore me because I'm the Joker's daughter.

But I can't help but stare at him every time we interact.

His stupid brilliant green eyes always kidnap my attention, but he's so frustrating!

If he kept his mouth shut, he'd be perfect, more so if he wasn't the son of The Bat.

I hate that he's always on my mind.

I hate that I look forward to seeing him when Joker fights The Bat.

I hate that I look for him every time The Bat is near.

And I hate how I feel when I learn he's not there.

I hate how he makes me feel.

I hate that his presence gives me energy and euphoria.

I hate that I can't wait to see him even if I just saw him.

I hate that every single thing I do with him, even the mundane, feels exciting and new.

I hate that no matter what's at stake or how dangerous the circumstances are, I will make time for him.

I hate that I'm willing to sacrifice time and freedom for him.

I hate that the intensity of his stares sends me ablaze; I shouldn't be feeling this way, I'm only 16.

I hated that I romanticized- no!

Not romantic!

No!

No!

I hate that I think about him and wonder if he's doing the same thing.

I hate that I always want to look good for him.

I hate that I want to tell him everything!

I hate that even at his most horrendous, I find myself fighting anyone who tries to make him feel bad it is Joker or Batman.

I hate wanting to be close to him and connect with him.

I think it's time to talk to Harley.