Despite contrary belief, Joker loves Harleen just as much as he loves Harley.
Nearly every Thursday night, after he's done getting punched by a psychopath that was bats and he had thrown his useless goons out, he would go up the steps and be greeted by his gal who was waiting patiently. Gone were the clown make-up, the suit, and the girlish pigtails, and instead was replaced with a neat bun, a white jacket and glasses, a clipboard resting in her lap. Gone was his doll, Harley Quinn, and there sat Harleen Quinzel.
His real gal.
Now just because he was a criminal didn't mean he as stupid. On the contrary, he was actually a brilliant mind, e