End #1

Harley

I can't believe I'm doing this, not really. I've thought about it for years, ever since the first time he snapped at me and the countless times after. I should have done this sooner. I really should have, but I just wanted him so badly. I thought I could fix him, but now I realize it's impossible. Red was right. He's a different kind of crazy, literally, I can't even properly diagnose his condition. Whatever he has is completely unique... I hope.

He didn't suspect a thing. I slipped some sleeping pills in his breakfast and he was out like a light in a few minutes. And now we're here, he's chained to a wall,(still unconscious) and I'm sitting on an old upside down milk create waiting for him to wake up I suspect it won't be long, hi stirring has become more frequent. It's eleven twenty three now, or at least that's what the clock in this almost empty abandoned house says.
I didn't want to do this in front of anyone, that's why I brought him here. People can make up their own end for him one they realize he's gone. Hell, no one might not notice. Of course Bat man will, he'll probably end up leading the search party after a few years.

God he's so peaceful when when he's asleep. It's such a contrast, the huge grin to this completely neutral expression, he looks like a different person. He is actually kinda beautiful. I know he wasn't born this way, the chemicals made him abnormally perfect. His is skin is whiter than most T-shirts, his hair a deep emerald green that matches his eyes perfectly.
This is going to be so hard.