InsaneJournal

Look at them. The unwashed masses...the humble horde...all on their way to work, on their way to the daily grind, the rat race. All of them blissfully unaware of the ugliness beneath the surface of their city, seeing only the shining icon of their chosen champion

The ugliness and the beauty.

It was an accident, you know...all some kind of sick twisted accident. The powers that be are having a laugh at my expense, I think. I didn't mean to get involved...I didn't mean to get obsessed.

Wait, is that what I am? Obsessed?

I know I'm sure as hell not normal, but I don't think I'd put myself in a class with Harley Quinn.

Now there is a chick with issues.

I've got a vendetta against a woman I don't even know.

Does that sound insane?

Well, maybe it is. Just a smidge.

But it's true.

Her name is Harleen Quinzel and I hate her guts.

I've studied her for the past couple of years and I've gotta tell you, she disgusts me.