My Little Puddin

"Joker, is it really you?!"

        Harley Quinn was hanging from ribbons tightly strapped around the bars of her cell. She stretched and hung upside down letting her long,beautiful blue and pink hair flowing upside down. She swayed back and fourth letting the voices drown away in deep, deep thoughts. Harley magiestically did a back flip off her ribbons falling to the floor.
      "Harley, you have a visitor." a buff secruity guard explained.
      "Can we have some privacy coppa?" Harley asked grasping the cold bars. The cop smirked and agreed into Harleys beautiful, cant say no smile. Harely licked her front teeth walking backwards and hopped back onto the ribbons now swinging.
      The lights went out, silence followed by slow footsteps towards the cell...the lights flicker back on
      "Joker, is it really you?!" Harley squeeled jumping down running towards the bars.
      "You betcha sweetheart." The joker whispered and grabbed the bars. "Let me at her coppers" joker asked to unlock the cellar. The cops did so and gave them privacy.
     Harley imediatly jumped into the jokers arms. Wanting to cry she sqealed "I love ya puddin!"