I admit it: I'm getting a little bored. I would kill for a good book. And a good game of cards. I wonder if the Joker plays poker? (That was bad.) I'd really like to play Hand and Foot. I miss you, Steph.

We just got back from robbing a bookstore! Now this is fun! I dressed like Harley and she did my makeup a lot more clown. This is great!

Harley and I played Rummy. She was without her hat and makeup. She's blonde and blue eyed, too cute! And I won. I figured I should probably lose, but I just can't do it, I really can't. Not on purpose.

Harley Quinn can't be her real name (Harlequin.) Or maybe it is. I just don't know.

I hear Robin's out of the hospital, identity still intact. I heard by way of the Joker throwing a henchman through my wall. I helped the others fix it. I'm good with power tools if nothing else.

I didn't shoot anyone at the bookstore. Good thing because they gave me a real gun with bullets.

I just thought of a good reason for me to live, and it's not because I'm in the sequel.

Robbed a '20s themed nightclub. Wore a flapper dress. Left a trail 5 miles wide.

And now we're on the last page. If I had just brought my new notebook to the park that day, I wouldn't have had to write around old math problems and I would have had more time. But the ending would have been the same.

This is it. The end. I love you. You know who you are.

I've never been Bat-happy since I was seven years old, but Batman I am trusting you to save me.

This is Melissa Elaine Fahrde, signing off.

PS I don't want to be Darth Vader anyway, especially purple.

My Dear Batman,

And so our dear friend has learned her secret just in time. A diary is a chronicle of a life, and with the end of her journal comes the end of her life. I must thank her for leaving enough room for me to write you this little missive.

Save her if you can, Bats. She's counting on you. Such trust! Too bad. I was beginning to like the poor kid.

Your Pal,

Joker