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I was just a regular ol' psychiatrist when I met this guy who went by the name of Joker. He's not exactly your average psychoanalyst client, but I could see the genius in him... and he made me fall for it - hook line and sinker. We had our ups and downs (literally), but we managed to have a pretty wild time together. Eventually, that guy got bored with me, as guys tend to do, and left me with nothing but my bat-shaped mallet, a few scars, and a desire for revenge on the one who hurt me so deeply.
I mean what's in a name? Harley Quinn - it's just a label after all. I used to be Dr. Harleen Quinzel, but now that guy has taken over my whole life... I'm starting to think that he did more than just change my last name when he changed me into this... whatever I am now. I don't even remember how long ago it was when we were together - time seems a little fuzzy sometimes. What does it matter anyway? He's gone and so are all our memories, or at least mine.
I'm a bit of an oddball, but who isn't in the circus? It's not exactly your average everyday job, but I've grown accustomed to this chaotic lifestyle - it suits me just fine. When we're on the road, I can do what I want when I want. The music is loud, the lights are
