Harley Diaries (Harley's story)

Five

You know that moment when life hits ya in the face? That's what happened when Mr. J's most gracious body-man Stan threw me out on the curb (ruined my favorite pair of shimmer silver pants). The breakup... it was mutual. Okay, okay, it wasn't. I apparently pushed the boundaries of wanting to be loved at a breaking point. J said quote on quote that I had my ways to be annoying. Whatever that means. 

I remember begging on my knees for forgiveness and he just pushed me down. That's when grumpy Harley came through.

I felt broken that day. Broken more than before. J told me once that there will be a day that we would get married and rule Gotham better than ever. Of course that never happened. I remember walking sadly that day to a place I could call my new home. 

Without J, I had to learn to be a different Harley. Batsy found me and almost went running after me. I ran off without him noticing and went to an apartment above a Chinese restaurant, Doc's restaurant. You may remember my adventures of saving the world once and saving my friends twice. Well years pass now and I'm better than ever, the apartment I stayed in before was long behind me (more like blown up by a whole bunch of mercenaries). 

As I took a step down a bit from being a wanted criminal in Gotham. I decided to change my look a bit. I got tired of it, didn't really suit me. I found a nice condo near the edge of Gotham. A place where Batsy or J couldn't find me. My sweet hyena Bruce (I named him after that hunky Wayne guy) came along.

"What do you think, Bruce?" I asked the sitting hyena next to me. He laughed his laugh in response.

"Good thinking, I should paint the walls pink and blue." I say as I unlock the front door. My curled blonde hair fell in my eyes as I opened the door. I huffed and blew the hair out of my face.

"I think this place will be perfect without J." Bruce doesn't know who Mr. J is, nor do I want him to know who he is.

I walked out in the hallway and grabbed two boxes and carried them inside. As I continued the process of moving stuff inside. I noticed a plush Joker squeaky toy on top of one of them.

"Look Bruce, I found your favorite toy, chew it up into little pieces!" I say with a howl of laughter.

I love making jokes about Joker. I knew when I was with him, that I wasn't allowed to be the spotlight of telling jokes or I would be smacked. I've never realized how bad of a man he was until after I blew up Ace Chemicals. Still have to admit, that moment was to die for. Ha.

As I settled in in my new place, I felt happy. Happier than ever. For once, I don't have to be afraid of running from the worse. 

For once, I could say that J was a piece of crap. He deserved it.