Harley was back in her room, lying dreamily with her arm over her eyes like a dramatic movie star in love, one nimble digit twisting itself about the cord on her telephone. ”—No Red, for awhile I was gettin’ dismayed cause he was nevah around…but I knew my Puddin’ was busy and had his reasons…and then he even remembered my Birthday this year! This other person Sean Michaels Lover got me some things as well, but I adore my Puddin’ don’t you!?” a resounding click sounded on the end of the line, obviously Ivy had hung up the phone on her friend…she’d had for the moment quite enough, but it didn’t seem too put Harley off at all. ”—Hello? Red…ya there?” when there was nothing, Harley sighed and then shrugged taking time to hang up the phone. ”—Ah well I could write in my journal all thah same.” she add while reaching in her nightstand drawer, grabbing her Joker plushie and beginning to anxiously write in her open book.
’—Dear Diary thing,
I had the best birthday ever, of course every Birthday is loads of fun…but this one was great because I got a surprise visit and a surprise gift from Mistah J…and it wasn’t just gag dog poo or a spring loaded pie to the kisser like all the other years, though it would have been funny, and whatever Puddin’ thinks is funny…that’s all that matters, even if I’m the butt end of the joke. He got me a shiny with all kinds of different fun things…I think he said it was called Yokai’s treasure…must have swiped it from some occult store, but the fact was that I finally heard from him…and that he was thinking about me! Another who gave me a lot of little things, but all things I wanted was this person called Sean Michaels Lover, I met em in the towns some time back and decided they were amusing enough to spare. One birthday surprise I could do without is seeing that Livewire was back around Red, how dare she steal my best friend! Meh, well as long as she keeps away from my Puddin’ the fur won’t have to fly…erm sparks. If theres one thing shes lacking on in Gotham, its connections and allies like I got. I’m sure Hatter or Riddler could come up with some brain wiping doodad that can help me out, I could steal something for them…I’m pretty good at that. ANYWAYS I guess I better get going, cause my hand is starting to cramp up…talk to you soon! Love, Harley ‘
Harley had taken only a moment longer too doodle little drawings on the side of her book of her babies, her Puddin’, Red, her stabbing Livewire with a rubber knife…she even indicating it rubber so that her cartoon self wouldn’t get shocked. When she finished Harley hugged her book then tossed it back in the drawer and went back to fawning over her toys, surrounded by everything from teddies and candy, too flamethrowers and bullets, don’t you love birthdays?
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