Psychotic Love

“Why do I always try and fly Puddin’? Still somethin’ feels like it’s pullin’. Weapons, poison, I’ll go grab my mallet dangerous bombshell come and get it!” “I love you, Pumpkin Pie, get me out of jail, I’ll send them a calling card in the mail.” They went over such a flawless scam, Joker and his protege’ the Harley Quinn; Every idea a bit more convoluted, they just want the guards executed; Surrounded by doctors and locked doors, eyes on destruction and a stolen car; “I’ll just go make a couple of pipe bombs Not to worry Mr. J soon we will be gone.“ “If we get separated just get kiting, There won’t be a need for classless fighting. All the pandemonium in the halls, they won’t be able to watch us all.” ‘A simple goal for her.’ Joker thought, Harley has been so perfectly taught; The dance of the Arkham Asylum, the condemnation of a dirty slum; Psycho with a woman on her knees, Bent psychiatrist she can steal the keys; “Puddin’ can you imagine the frenzy? They always seem to underestimate me.” Joker looked at her “It will be fine, they won’t see it coming this time.” As they sat in closed session, they fleshed out the coming deception; Parted ways with smiles so bright, saw freedom and fell asleep that night; Delusions rose with the morning Sun, they can’t stop until their mission is done; Harley and the patient right on time, handed Joker the keys turned on a dime; Quietly he sat regarding their plot, waiting to hear Harley’s first gunshot; Hopped up with a laugh began to sprint, monitoring the halls ever vigilant; Found Harley heard the sound of the alarm, Headed to the car running arm and arm; Berserk Harley and Joker fit like a glove, Happily ever after in psychotic love.