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 about that Hugo Strange fellow, yet I still feel uncertain as to whether it’s crueller to keep her alive or not.
That man, as sick and as demented as that evil WHAM was, was her purpose in life. I think that everyone can admit that they were once head over heels for someone that little bit TOO much. It’s sad really, to see someone so beaut