Days went on and on and with each crime Jack was getting closer. I was finally home free when it all ended.

"Breaking news! The Joker's car fell off a bridge into a lake. Police are looking for bodies but no one has seemed to survive." The reporter said.

And just like that, my puddin was gone. So many years and now I won't see him at all.

I sat in my cell silently crying as all the other inmates just looked at me. Some with pity others not so much. It hurt.

Days passed by so quickly. I wouldn't eat or get up from my bed. I just didn't want to move.

The crimes on the TV stopped. Everyday I was hoping I would hear his name and the crime he committed. But nothing.

"Harley Quinn." I heard a voice.

"Yes?" I said groggy.

"You need to eat."

"I'd rather you cut my hair and re-dye it." I said.

My cell opened and I looked over.

"Come on."

They did as I asked which was confusing because according to other inmates this prison is awful. I looked in the mirror and I smiled for the first time in a while.

"Thank you." I whispered.

"Sure." they said.

I went back to my cell and decided I couldn't just sit here. I started to work out, push ups, sit ups, and jumping jacks. I'm getting out of here. Jack's gone so why am I wasting my life sitting here when I could be causing trouble in his honor.

"This is for Jack!" I said kicking the wall. The wall started to crack so I stopped kicking it instead sat on my bed. The heart on my face was for Jack and that would be my my trademark. I put my hair in pig tails. I was back in the game trouble is what I love doing.