“You're so beautiful.” He whispered into my ear. He moved back over to my lips. As we kissed again. I was getting good at this. His tongue touched my tongue so fiercely and so filled with love. I couldn’t stop and neither could he. I smiled as our noses bumped into each other. So I wasn’t so good at this kissing stuff? It didn’t matter. Tate didn’t mind. We stopped kissing as his nose brushed against mine and we looked into each other’s eyes. “I love you Luna.” He mumbled. “I-I……..love….you too.” The words slipped out of my mouth. It felt so strange. Love was so strange. How could merpeople live without this? Tate was everything to me. Love. Such a simple concept. Except in my old world it doesn't exist. My name is Lunar, Luna for short. I'm named after the moon which gives Earth light when it is dark and I have broken the most sacred rule.

Joker and Harley's classic love story takes on a modernized origin, with twists and turns ultimately leading to a deranged, power hungry, fucked up romance.