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Unknown Number:

Harleen sat in the Arkham break room looking at her phone, as her mouth went wide. She knew that face. Hell, everyone in Gotham city knew who this man was. Joker. She was talking to the Joker. She couldn't believe it. Besides, how can a man like him have time to talk to a random girl from Gotham City.

Harleen:
Nice one, send a real pic

Unknown Number:
That is a real pic Harley

She clutched her phone and brought it to her chest. She exited the room quickly and went to her office locking the door and sitting on her desk.

Harleen:
So you are seriously The Joker?

Unknown Number:
don't call me that

Harleen:
Why?

Unknown Number:
Everyone calls me that
I prefer being called J or Mr. J

Harleen:
Well, Mistah J, are you seriously you?

Unknown Number:
110% sure pumpkin

Harleen:
I can't believe it

Unknown Number:
Why?

Harleen:
Well you are a really busy man. Why did you keep texting me?

Unknown Number:
You seemed interesting Harley.

Harleen:
Oh...
Imma change your contact name

Mistah J:
Fucking finally

Harleen:
Done

Mistah J:
What are you up to?

Harleen:
Not much, just working. you?

Mistah J:
You don't mind if Icall you right?

Harleen:
Uh sure I guess...

*Incoming call from Mistah J*