(Youre harley but with your own name)

You were just as crazy as the Joker, but you were in prison for it. You and the Joker were in love, and all he did was try to get you out.

One day, you were in your cell, reading your book and drinking tea from your fancy new epresso machine in your cell, when suddenly there was an explosion outside of your cell room. Startled, you ran and hid in the corner of the cell, when a bunch of guards came in and shot other guards, and one of them buzzsawed your cell door, and one of the guards entered. The guard ripped his helmet off and revealed his face. It was the Joker. "Hey, honey," he grumbled, immediately walking toward you. "Lets go home."