Blue Christmas
It's odd, being in a nut house that isn't Arkham. In a lot of ways it's sort of nice, you know? I mean, for one thing, Arkham was always damp. Had that Castle of Frankenstein feeling, ya know? Stone walls, cold floors, torture chamber in the basement.
Still, I kinda liked the glass wall on the cells. You could talk to the other inmates. And I was always getting stuck in with the other Batman Baddies and we could talk and make fun of his outfit. There, I was Harley Quinn. Everyone knew who I was, who I ran with.
Here, I'm a nobody. Heh. Guess Kansas really is a different world.
And while the orderlies who didn't like me when I was a doc aren't here, well, the other fruits in this cake don't respect me either. I keep having to fight my way to the top of the pecking order.
And now it's Christmas. And I'm all alone. No Mister J, putting explosives in boxes. No Ivy, creating poison poinsettias. No Bud and Lou eating the Christmas Ham.
Just me, alone. In a room with white walls in a white jacket.
Scrooge had it right.
Bah.
Humbug.
Still, I kinda liked the glass wall on the cells. You could talk to the other inmates. And I was always getting stuck in with the other Batman Baddies and we could talk and make fun of his outfit. There, I was Harley Quinn. Everyone knew who I was, who I ran with.
Here, I'm a nobody. Heh. Guess Kansas really is a different world.
And while the orderlies who didn't like me when I was a doc aren't here, well, the other fruits in this cake don't respect me either. I keep having to fight my way to the top of the pecking order.
And now it's Christmas. And I'm all alone. No Mister J, putting explosives in boxes. No Ivy, creating poison poinsettias. No Bud and Lou eating the Christmas Ham.
Just me, alone. In a room with white walls in a white jacket.
Scrooge had it right.
Bah.
Humbug.