Someone who truly loved another person would only want them to become better.
If you loved someone, you would willingly give of yourself for them, rather than demand that they give everything to satisfy your desires.
"Harley, you've loved someone. You know what that feels like, don't you?"
Harley had no answer.
Of course she knew.
She was willing to give everything for Puddin’! Her reputation, her status, other people's approval—even her own life. None of it mattered to her!
Anything he wanted, anything she had!
If she didn't have it, she would beg, fight, seize, or steal!
Whatever Puddin’ asked of her, she would make it happen, no matter what stood in her way!
"But Harley, what has Joker ever given for you?"
"Of course he has!" Harley's voice suddenly rose, sharp and panicked as though a raw nerve had been struck. Even her fingertips were trembling.
"He gave me an identity like no one else's!" she practically screamed, as though clutching at her last lifeline. "He turned me from that boring, overlooked Dr. Harleen Quinzel into who I am now! Isn't that enough?"
Her emotions suddenly spiraled out of control. She pulled the battered, incomplete set of Playing Cards from her pocket and clenched them in her palm until her knuckles turned white.
"He taught me to break every goddamn rule! Those idiots in Gotham all want to lock me in an asylum and turn me back into that meek little psychiatrist! Only Puddin’ understands my madness. He appreciates it! He made me dare to do things I'd never even dared to imagine. He made my life a real fireworks show!"
Harley sniffed hard. Tears slipped down her face despite her defiance, but she carelessly wiped them away with the back of her hand. Her voice suddenly softened