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Harley's POV

Reports… I like doing them. No one understands why, but I like writing up reports and reading through the journals of Unsubs and other things that are similar. I guess it's the psychologist in me, or maybe it's because of how much time I spent with the Joker. I can understand the Unsubs better than anyone else on the team, because once upon a time, I could have been considered an Unsub myself, and my Pudding? The BAU would have a field day trying to get inside his head.

I don't have to try to get inside his head. I already know how the Joker's mind works, and I am one of few who do. Batman and all the Robins and Batgirls know how too.

I never liked it when Mistah J beat up on Robin. Batman I understood, since he and Mistah J were rivals, though I never wanted the Bat dead, but Robin? He was a little kid. I wasn't there when Pudding killed the second Robin, I didn't even know he did until afterwards, but he told me about it.

I felt kind of sick hearing about it, but I laughed because that's what Pudding wanted.

I'm glad the boy came back to life.

Today's the anniversary of when I left Mistah J, just a little bit before I joined the Suicide Squad. Whenever this time of year comes around, I remember all the times I had with the Joker, both good and bad. Whether it was a time when he showed actual affection for me without trying to kill me afterwards, or if it was a time when he would slap me silly for annoying him.

I loved him during both times, even though I probably shouldn't have.

"Hey, Reid," I hear Morgan call.

"Yeah, Morgan?" I ask, suppressing my Gotham accent. I don't want anybody to even associate me with that place here. I am done being Harley Quinn.

"How's the paperwork going?" he asks.

"Great, but if you're going to ask me to do yours-"

"Pretty Girl, how could you think so low of me?" he asks in mock-shock.

"Leave the nicknames for Penelope, Morgan," I say. Nicknames was a thing I did with Pudding; I'm not sure if I'm ready for a nickname with someone else, even if it is just a friend.

"Hey, you're my Pretty Girl, you know that's not going to change," Morgan says. "I merely wanted to know if you had plans for the weekend."

"I never have plans for the weekend," I say. "Don't you know that by now?"

"Reid, you need to get out more," Morgan says, shaking his head with a sigh.

I think I got out a little too much back with Mistah J. "No thanks, I like staying inside all day and not meeting a bunch of new people while watching Startrek."

I pick up my report to turn it into Hotch, leaving Morgan there staring at me like I am insane. He's not the first to have done that, so it doesn't bother me.

I step into Hotch's office, report in hand as I lay it on his desk.

"Thank you, Reid," he says, looking up from what he was doing.

"You're welcome, Hotch," I say, turning towards the door, thinking of only one thing: the Joker. I remember times when he used to carry me bridal style. He only did it occasionally, but I always loved it when he did. And then when we first met… there were times when he would really make me laugh. Not when he was killing someone, but when he was just being silly with me. His stories when we first met… I don't believe any of them, but I know that I found his antics funny.

"Are you feeling alright, Reid?" Hotch asks me, sounding concerned.

"Yeah," I say, lying. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"You've seemed off all day," he says.

"I thought we didn't profile each other, sir," I say.

"As long as you're alright," he says.

"Peachy," I say, resisting the urge to skip the rest of my way out of his office.

I get back to my apartment that evening, trying (and failing) to block the memories from my mind. They're good memories, but they're not good memories. Does that make sense? Oh well, I guess it doesn't really matter, since I was a certified nutso wanted in over a dozen states and hopelessly in love with a psychotic clown.

I hang my purse up on a hook and make my way into my kitchen.

A flash of red catches my eye, and I turn to look at the table.

I move closer to it, seeing a red rose sitting in a vase on the table, a white card sitting next to it.

Shakily, I pick up the card, opening it.

I'll be seeing you soon, Harley

-J

I drop the card, my heart going a thousand miles a minute.

Not good. I think.

An: Well, what do you think? Do I write Harley well enough, or are there some pointers anyone could give me to make her better? I'm trying to merge her personality with Reid's, so she appears to act like Reid but sometimes have bits of Harley Quinn flow through. Little bits of perkiness that she always had when she was in love with the Joker, but also the anger she can sometimes have. I loved her quote in the Batman Siren City comics where she said she could be dark and dangerous and that she wasn't just a little doll to be arranged however anyone wanted. I also haven't read the Suicide Squad comics yet, so if I get anything wrong about how that works, I'm sorry. All I know, is that I'm not going to make Harley have had a crush on Deadshot. Until she starts dating Morgan, her only love will have been the Joker.

Well, Hotch is suspicious, soon Morgan will be too, and they will be followed by the rest of the team. Meanwhile, poor Harley is just wondering what she's going to do since the Joker's actually found her.

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-DragonsintheMoonlight :)