dear pudding,
my day off after jack left was so empty. I can't stop thinking about him. the way his green eyes would glint when he told a joke. his long arms that had held me so gently on July forth. I feel so lost now that he is gone. of course when I returned to Arkham it was crawling with coppers. I very calmly explained that I had a cold for the past two days and didn't know that he was gone. I actually cried when they said he escaped. god I don't think I want to be without him.
then that damn batman came to interrogate me. who the fuck does he think he is?! with his egotistical "im batman" attitude he gave me a whole schpiel about how dangerous jack was. MY BABY ISNT DANGEROUS. Is what I wanted to say to that stuck up son of a bitch. anyway after a short time of being questioned I was told to file the paperwork and go home. it was so empty there. all I have is my journal to occupy my time.
maybe one day ill come home to him waiting for me.
thats all for now I guess.... maybe I will go see him tomorrow.
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Dear puddin, (a Harley Quinn fan fiction)
FanfictionThis is the journal Harleen Quinzel kept during her time at Arkham asylum.
