Harley woke up to someone knocking on her door gently. She walked over to the door and looked out of its window and saw Batman with breakfast.

"Good mornin'! How are you? Oh, thanks for bringing me my breakfast, goodbye!" Harley tried to close the door, but Batman's foot was in the way.

"Do you mind if I come in for a visit? This will be your first lesson, so take notes."

"Fine getcha' butt in here, but make it quick. Oh, and what am I supposed to write on? The back of my hand?" Harley asked like the smart-aleck she was.

"Here, take this," he said as he handed her a notepad shaped like a bat.

"Ooh! A bat notepad! Can I keep it? I'd love to have it to put with the rest of my collection," Harley replied with sarcastic enthusiasm.

"Yes, you can keep it. Now get ready to be quiet and answer my questions. This will take at least thirty minutes."

"Oh, lucky me. Wait, what? THIRTY MINUTES! How the heck am I supposed to wait that long?!"

"You'll have to, unless you want to stay stuck with me for over an hour." Harley looked at him in horror.

"Fine, I'll shut up," Harley grumbled.

"Good, let's begin." Batman took in a breath and started. "So, what are your feelings on crime?"

"It's fun. The thrill of doing something bad and the fear of being caught makes it all worth it in the end. Plus I get to spend quality time with Mistah J!"

"Let's try not to focus on The Joker right now. Another question. How do you feel about the people fighting crime?"

"Well, let's see. I feel like they're a bunch of sticks in the mud because they live to ruin our fun."

"Have you ever looked at it a different way? Like how people feel when you steal from their homes or kill someone that is dear to them? How would you feel if it happened to you?"

"I've never thought of it that way before. I'd be awfully mad if someone stole from me."

"And how would you feel if someone killed Poison Ivy, your best friend?"

"I wouldn't have any friends after that…."

"What about The Joker?"

"Well…. He's not really my friend."

"Any time you're in a relationship, shouldn't your significant other be your friend?" Harley was quiet. After a minute she responded. "He's so abusive toward me and I don't know why… It hurts my heart, ya know? I don't understand how he claims to love me and he hurts me."

"Have you ever considered finding another man and ditching The Joker?"

"Ya think I could? But it would be so hard to find a good guy," Harley said sadly.

"I don't know. There may be a good guy waiting for you closer than you think." Harley looked up at him with her beautiful, shining blue eyes.

"Really? Ya mean it?" Harley asked hopefully.

"Maybe B-man is thee one for me. He appears to be handsome and he's obviously good."

"Yes, I do… Ummm… We've already talked for over an hour and well…. I'll be back when I bring you lunch…. Bye!" He rushed out the door quickly and locked it.

"Bye! Well, I wish he wouldn't have walked out so fast. I was this close to kissin' him."