"Look. This is the origin you cling to, the love you're so sure of."
"Harleen" walked over to Harley. Looking at the heartbroken woman, she spoke calmly, but every word cut deep.
"You jumped into a chemical vat for him, ruined your body, threw away your life, and he didn't feel a thing. Harley, this wasn't a test, much less love. It was his utter disregard for you. You were the one who treasured being trampled on."
Knowing she would almost certainly die, Joker had still made Harley jump into the chemical vat to prove her love.
Was love that had to be proven with your life still love?
"Enough, Harley. Stop lying to yourself. You know better than anyone that it was never love. It was control, exploitation, the shackles he used to drag you from being Dr. Harleen Quinzel into hell. Let him go. Let Joker go. Let go of Harley Quinn, that shadow he molded you into..."
"You don't understand! You don't understand anything! Even if, at first—even at first! So what if Puddin’ didn't love me?"
Harley staggered to her feet. The mist around her began to churn, and the scene shifted. The moments she had buried deep in her heart, savoring them countless times, emerged one by one in the shifting light and shadows.
"I was the one who fell in love first. I willingly jumped into this mire. But what about afterward? He slowly accepted me. He let me stay by his side. He made me Harley Quinn, his one and only partner!"
Scenes of their time together kept flashing through the light and shadows-
In an Arkham hospital room, she defended him at all costs and crossed forbidden lines for him, until Joker, who had once treated her with disdain, finally stopped sending