Trump cards, everyone has one. Places where the armor we built around ourselves is weakest. If you can see it, you can get through. You just have to know how to push. And once you’re inside, you can make them do what you want. I’m at the end of my journey. I haven’t thought about how to get out. I don’t care. I am here with one last thing to do. I’m going to kill you. For everything you’ve done to me. All the times you’ve made me useless and small. For all the times I will never forget. For all the things I can never forgive. All the memories.. Memories. That’s all I have left. The past is gone, and all I have is.. memories. Memories. Memory. Gone.
I guess I too have a trump card.
Oh hey, the way Harley Quinn #25 should have ended.