Harleen stared into the mirror, lost in thought as she looked at the smiley face on her neck.
Without realizing it, the corners of her lips curved upward.
Just like the huge blue smiley face over her carotid artery.
He had seen through her disguise, awakened her dormant madness, and given her a thrill she had never experienced in her orderly life.
At that moment, Harleen Quinzel knew full well that he had thrown open the floodgates she had kept shut deep inside for so long. The rule-abiding psychiatrist was crumbling little by little, while the madness that belonged to Harley Quinn grew wildly, fed by the danger he had given her...
"So?"
Harley forced herself out of her memories and looked at the "Harleen" in the motorcycle's rearview mirror.
"What are you trying to say?"
Harley's lips twitched, her laugh carrying a hint of mockery.
"You think this will make me give up my Puddin’? Not a chance! He made me who I am."
"No, Harley." "Harleen's" voice remained calm, her eyes seeming to see straight into people's hearts. "The only person who made you who you are was your past self. You simply saw in Joker a side of yourself you'd never dared to show before. That's all."
Harley's expression turned cold. Finally, she flicked her fingers at the mirror. "Even if you're me, you're getting pretty annoying."
"Harleen" merely smiled good-naturedly and said nothing more as her figure gradually faded. Harley, with her red and blue pigtails, reappeared in the motorcycle's rearview mirror.
"No matter how you all try to sweet-talk me, I only want to hear it from Puddin’ himself."
Harley repeated it under her breath, stubborn as a butterfly hurling itself against a pane of glass again and again, trying to shatter it with its