My obsession with the criminal master mind, Harley Quinn, started way back in high school of my junior year. I was watching batman the animated series when I saw her. Her and her little attitude, her insane remarks, and the joker. He was always making a mockery of the poor thing. I took to her so much because she reminded me much of myself. Seeing her miserable with the Joker helped me break bonds with a past love. A love I should have never been so completely obsessed with. I am a sucker for Love, I'll admit this and get it out in the open before I explode into tiny martha pieces.(which do not resemble reese's pieces in any shape or form). When I learned most of what I could about this femme fatal love I found out about her best friend. Poison Ivy. At the time Poison Ivy happened to be my friends favorite gotham criminal. And from there started a friendship of mischief and mayhem. If you ever watch batman the animated series, or read the new Harley Quinn comic series by DC, you'll find just what a debona're little puddin she is. I never really understood why the Joker always wanted her dead. But on the other hand he always wanted her back. All is well with the criminals of gotham. They have a purpose we need not try to understand. And after comparing myself to miss quinn I broke out of my shell, Thus to bring you who I am today.