Concern: A Harley Quinn Short StoryI worry about her.Concern: A Harley Quinn Short Story by ~NerdyOwl299
I worry about her more than I should. I mean, it’s not like I have some sort of maternal instinct still inside of me, my kids left the nest a LONG time ago. But this is a different kind of concern. In which I worry what she’s thinking, how far she could go, if she could harm more than herself. And it’s not a pleasant feeling.
She sits alone in the darkened room, the straight-jacket binding her arms tightly around her waist. Only a single, hardened mattress keeps her company; the officers didn’t want to risk her trying... anything. It would make sense of course, they still need her for questioning a