A bead of sweat rolled down the girl's face as the thick smell of gunpowder and cigarettes filled the warehouse.
She was getting nervous.
How did he do it?
Some days her heart beats for him. But today, that was different.
He was a sick and deranged clown! But in a good way? some days she didn't know what to think.
In his mind she was... Getting there.
From the moment she laid eyes on him he knew by that sophisticated look on her face that she was... Difficult.
Yet as weeks passed he figured she was easy to fool. And to twist the sweet little mind of hers. She needed a little push. Off the edge of sanity. But to what Extreme?
Ah, yes!
He would maker her his marionette.
And from the moment he laid his eyes on her and made her feel sorry... He got what he desired.
Which wasn't surprising; he was THE Joker.
She was weak. A coward for falling into his trap. She was so gullible that she actually called it "love". He still twitches when he hears those words.
After they broke out of the asylum that he called his second home, she belonged to him at last.
HIS Harley Quinn
HIS henchwoman
HIS creation
His marionette...
