Scarecrow Comics | Series Eight | Issue Two: Is this Love?

Scarecrow exited the council, to find Harley Quinn sobbing by a street lamp... He fell to her side. "Hey... What's wrong, Quinn?" He asked... "*sniff*.... Mistah' J... He left me..!" Harley tried to speak, but her crying was louder then any words that came out of her mouth. Her face remained on the ground, as she hugged her hammer, thinking about The Joker's loving touch... At least, that's how SHE saw it, anyway. Scarecrow tried to pat her on the back, moving his hand towards her slowly.. He quickly flinched back, at the sight of Harley's aggressive kicking against the pavement... Scarecrow's eyes lit up, as in idea sprung in his mind... "Oh! Just like old times... Therapy! The second best medicine... Close second to fear, of course." He thought, pulling a note book and pencil out of his pocket... He grabbed some reading glasses from behind his hood... "Now, let's start from the beginning." Scarecrow said... Harley began to tell her story, still face planted on the ground. "*sniffle*... It started back in the year 2006... I was a doctah' at Arkham..." Harley explained, as her flashback filled her whole mind... Harleen Quinzell Walks through the hallways at Arkham, being toured by another woman at the job, namely, Amanda Waller. "You seem fit for the job, Harley! I think you can start your first practice..." Amanda stated... "Oh! Thank you... I wasn't sure if my resume fit the position too well, being completely honest." "No no no, you did great. But I hope you'll do well on this guy, he's quite the doozy." Amanda states, pointing at a glass cell with her thumb... The cell held a man with snow white skin and thick red lips, green hair... He sat there relaxed, quickly jolting his eyes open and his head at Harleen, giving a grin and a big wave. The label on the cell was unreadable, as there was spray paint over it, reading "J". Then what felt like just a couple seconds go by, before Harleen is already in the practice. "So... Tell me about yourself." Harley asks... This "J" spoke for hours on hours, but it felt like only minutes or even seconds went past them. Harleen was invested in this mans life, she found it funny but sad, cheerful yet depressing... Interesting, to say the least. She wasn't just invested, however... She was in love. She decided to speak with this guy every day... "You know, you really are good at your job, Harley. Huh... Harley... Your name, shorten it a bit, you get Harley Quinn... I like that." That man stated, lying in their therapy couch... "Like the clown character... Yes, I've heard. You make me laugh, puddi-... Sorry, I meant patient." Harleen stated... "No no, I like it. We got nicknames for each other... Lovely." But one day... He wasn't there. "Puddin?" Harleen asks, looking at his empty cell... She hears the sound of an alarm, as some police slowly walk through the door, wielding that "J"... He was heavily injured. "Sorry hon, but we gotta take this bozo away. You can go home." Detective Bullock stated... A small tear went down Harley's face, as they put the man in a heavily locked cell... "No... No no no no NO!!!! Mister J!!!!" She screamed, running at the cell, as the loud door slammed in front of her... A day goes by, and she breaks into a costume store... She buys a red and black jester costume, and comes back to Arkham... She slams with a mallet on the cell door until it smashed to pieces! "What the-..." The man reacts... "Hello, Puddin! It's the new, improved Harley Quinn!" Harley stated, grabbing on his arm and breaking him out... "HA HA HA!!!" He laughed... Harley faded back to the present... But Scarecrow was no longer there.

~Scarecrow

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