Harley laughed at the question, "Are you kidding? I live in a nut house!" She giggled. "If my stories aren't interesting that's my fault for telling them wrong."

She rocked back and forth on her heels. "Well once upon a time there was a girl named Harleen Quinnzel. A hard working fun loving girl who wanted nothing more then to show up her annoying family and make something of herself! So she went to college and studied psychology. Because people are so much fun aren't they? Good, bad. Somewhere in between, all just really...interesting. Why do people do what they do? Sometimes even they don't know." She had sprung up and was gesturing dramatically.

"And graduating wasn't enough. Harleen went to work at the nations most intense nuthouse because it was right in her own backyard! There she took on the hardest case anyone had ever seen, understanding the famous, brilliant, hilarious, handsome criminal genius "The Joker!"

The way she swooned should have been an indication where this was headed.

"They hit it off and it became the classic love story. Girl falls for boy, Boy seduces girl. Girl busts him out of the asylum, they go on a crime spree." She cooed fondly.