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:bulletred: :bulletblack: ~ Crazy ~ :bulletblack: :bulletred: She smiled. Not because she felt happy or elated, but due to the adrenaline. It pumped through her veins like a narcotic, making her hands shake as they swung by her sides. Her light blue eyes glinted maniacally in the dim light of the department store. Unshed tears rose to mist her gaze as she frantically looked about the countless racks of clothing. For a time, she jerkily walked among them, letting her bared hand rake across the different textures. Until she found it.   It wasn’t the feel of the cloth that made her stop, but rather the color that sparked in her view. It

“But Mistah J! She's real!” Harley Quinn pleaded with her boss and her lover “You gotta believe me!” she followed him down the funhouse hallway. The Joker rolled his eyes “Harley, Harley” he gave her a strained chuckle “As crazy as I may seem” he spun around to face her “I don't believe in monsters. Period! Sure, if it's a man as a monster, THAT'S a joke worth telling, but baby, you can't just chalk it down to 'monster'. No punchline? No lead? There's nothing in it! Monsters aren't real unless they are the monsters that are already inside us all” he moved to her and put an arm aroun

Prologue          Young Haley Stone was never one to be prone to violent acts. With her recent graduation from Gotham University she was ready to take on the world with her degree in criminal justice. She hoped to do some good for the city of Gotham much like her idol, Batman. She wanted nothing more than a bright future and to find someone to spend the rest of her life with.          Upon being offered a security officer job at Arkham Asylum she eagerly accepted. She would begin her future career there and hoped it would skyrocket her through the ranks and all the way to the top. Such an exciting outlook for what seemed to be a well laid

                                                  Part 8           It wasn’t difficult to get out of that final door. With no one guarding it, we could just slip out. We walked about halfway into the foyer of Arkham, when Joker stopped, pulling on my hand to make me do the same.           

          Click. Click. Click. Click.          The rhythmic pattern of my wedged high heels was the first thing to enter my ears, but it was the last thing on my mind. This job, everyone had warned me not to take it. Warned me not to even consider. And when I told them I had, they said their goodbyes as if they wouldn’t see me again. It was just a job. I’m a shrink. That’s what I do. I deal with those who are mentally tormented, abused, and even deranged. But that’s all they are. Crazies, loons, people whose mind wheels don’t click the way they should. But most of them are harmless. So when I got the call from Commi

    I blew a horn and giggled. We had tied up the mayor, spinning him around in the computer chair. I laughed and looked over at Mistah. J. He was counting the thousands we had stolen. No Batman to stop us, just me and Mistah J.  I was so happy, my Puddin' was happy, so I was happy. He walked over to the mayor.    "So, Mr.Mayor, ready to hand over the city to it's new leader, The Joker?" He smirked. The mayor glared.    "I will never hand my city over to a scum bag, murderer like you!" He spat. I got up and punched the mayor, growling.    "Don't talk to Mistah J. like that!!!" I yelled. I had broken his nose, the blood dripped down his

    I marched into Ivy's home and slammed the door. She looked up from a newspaper she was reading. I sat down, feeling tears sting my eyes again. I shut them, not wanting to have them come out. Ivy set the newspaper down and stood up. I opened my eyes and looked at her, she looked worried. I usually busted in, crying and ranting to her about Mistah J. But I was so quiet now, refusing to cry. I looked down at my lap, playing with my belt. She pulled a chair in from of me and sat down.    "What happened this time?" She asked. I opened my mouth to say something, but closed it again. Red raised her eyebrow at that. "Harl, tell me. Or he will w

     Mistah J. has been so sweet to me, taking gentle care of me. I laid in our bed, petting Lou, our hyena. Bud was outside. Mistah J. had run an errand. My injuries were healing well, I felt better. It had been a few weeks, I had been bed ridden until Mistah J. decides I'm ready for the field again. He's never care so much before, maybe he's sick. I thought about the promise he made to me in the hospital, wondering what made him think of such a thing. But I trust him, with my life. I switched on the T.V, seeing Ivy getting arrested. I sighed and watched her get taken away, sad my best friend was so smart, yet always got the short end of the