Literature
My Kind of Girl - Joker+Harley
This was the end.
She sighed, sadly, her eyes downcast as she walked down the long, concrete and steel plated hall. She barely even looked at the guard she had followed as she flashed her ID, only finally given to her a month ago, and started on the pin pad. She silently hoped that the retina scanner could not read the tears that she had been holding in. And as she walked in, there he was, just as always.
Good evening, Harley, the man grinned, still looking down at the notepad that he had acquired specifically for their talks. What can I do for you today?&