Harleen sat in her dark living room staring intently at the TV. She hasn't heard from her green haired friend for a while and she was growing more nervous by the second. Right when she was about to doze off, she heard his name being mentioned by a reporter.
"The Joker has striked again at the Museum. It seems like he played a little game called russian roulette but with bombs. He placed them in plants and other decoration in the room, and when the clock struck 11pm the bombs detonate, some exploding with vibrant colors and the others well, God have mercy on the citizens we lost tonight due to the Joker's little joke." The reporter said. "Sadly he escaped and the authorities were not able to catch him."
A smile tugged at the ends of Harleen's mouth. Her plan worked. Better yet, he made it out.
She couldn't help but imagine how proud of her Mistah J must be. She didn't even feel bad or guilty for the lives lost. Hell, she just wanted to celebrate.
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Fanfiction"I should have double checked before pressing send." Story was inspired by a FANFIC I read called, "Texting" by Minjoker (you should check it out)
