there she was, walking into the club like she owned it. she looked so good, with her blonde hair cut into ponytails, her jacket made out of police tape and confetti was still better than the dresses worth triple digits, and her striped denim shorts to show off her tattooed legs.

as i zoned back into the real world, i noticed harley sitting by the bar, ordering a martini by herself. i wondered to myself where the clown prince of crime was, but that was irrelevant at the time. she was stunning, amazing and i wanted her.

i walked over to comfort her to see if she was okay, as long as i was there, she would always be okay. i would never let anything happen to her. she may be joker's little girl, but she will always be my princess.