The Consequences of Eavesdropping, Chapter 1 by ZappOBrien, literature
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The Consequences of Eavesdropping, Chapter 1
Harleen Quinzel was done for good this time. Sure, she had said that every single time in the past, but she meant it this time. She really and truly did. As soon as she managed to bust out of Arkham, she was on her own for good, and would certainly not go running to the Joker, and would never dream of taking him back if he came after her again. She was done with him.
Ever since she had landed here in the first place, after he had used her as a distraction to escape yet again, she had repeated that. Of course, there were some times in the first few days that she would have gone back to him with open arms if he had broken her out, saying she ha
When Dorothy had sat up in her mossy couch, suffocating a cry by pressing her own small hands on her mouth, fire hadn't kept him away.
Inside that sack of straw that was the Scarecrow's head, nothing was as important as protecting Dorothy: Dorothy who had defeated the Wicked Witch of the East, Dorothy who had bring all of them along to see the Wizard, Dorothy who would have defeated the Wicked Witch of the West too, Dorothy who always said his thoughts were so delicate and didn't seem to care his head was so empty and useless instead.
The Scarecrow couldn't do very much for her; so he tried his best he filled up with nuts her basket,