I wrote this as a gift to a friend. It's a poem about the Joker. It was pretty hard to write, it may not be any good but don't let my doubts stop you wonder people from reading. I wrote this purely of the top off my head so if you see any errors please let me know.

Harleen Quinzel- A young girl. She has a regular life. Shes a psychologist. She wants to help people. She never thought she'd fall in love, and if she did, she would never think to fall in love with a nice dangerous joke... The Joker- Insane. He is very dangerous. He is in Arkham Asylum. Why? He has killed many people. No one knows why. No one knows ANYTHING about him. Not even his name. Everything is a joke to him...and everyone. What happens when these to mix? In chemicals...