I'm not even going to try and explain this, I was in a weird mood, and I actually really quite like suicide squad. Hope you enjoy :)
Much love - J (my actual initial, I'm not pretending to be the Joker xD )
"Where is she?!" A roar of anger.
Where? Where? Where? Where? Where was she? Where did she go? Where did they take her?
"We don't know. We're look-"
BANG.
"Find her." A growl, a threat. The rest scramble out like cockroaches fleeing the light.
Find her. Find her. Look, look, look, find, find, find.
Time ticks by.
His clothes dry on him, dirty and stained by the filthy river. His hair is greasy, every time he gripped it, tugged at it, he could feel it coat his fingers. The mirrors around the room showed him his missing smile. He didn't want to see it.
Take it away. Cut it off. Cut it off. Cut it off.
No.
He drew a smile over his slack lips.
Better.
"Where is she?!" A snarl.
"We checked everywhere, she's not-"
BANG.
"FIND HER!" A roar. The rats scurry away.
The bodies start to smell. No-one has dared come in since their last report. He tosses them out into the hallway, bored of the horror filled looks on their dead faces.
Bored bored bored bored bored.
He goes out that night, sets an apartment building on fire. His drawn on smile almost convincing him he's laughing.
Where is she?
He lies on his bed. Deep purple silk sheets surround him as he lays across the middle, enjoying the extra space with it to himself.
The mirrors on the ceiling reflect back his blue ink smile. He almost believes he's really enjoying the extra space.
"Where is she?" He asks a mirror in the bathroom when he goes in, considering a shower. It has no answer so he punches it. The shards of glass make red trails run over his bleached white skin. He wipes the blood over the pristine glass divider around the shower.
HA HA HA HA HA HA HARLEY
The last one is an accident, he's pretty sure it wrote itself. He shoots the glass, it shatters. The glass cuts his feet as he showers, swirls of red vanish down the drain.
He digs up the dead parents of Gotham's orphans and leaves them on their doorsteps. Batsy included.
He's sure the bat cries, and he laughs.
That'll teach the fucker to take what's his!
He goes back to the base and empties his cupboards, laying everything out in his favourite room. Knives, grenades, grape soda, laptops, bats, axes, guns. Her things are among his, he can't remember which ones are his and which are hers. He finds baby clothes. He adds them to the circles, far from him, but not as far as they could be.
He doesn't think about what they mean. He shoots the next messenger who brings him bad news in the foot. Then sets him on fire.
"FIND HER!" It's been three months.
Two more pass.
"Where is she?" It's a whine.
"We found her…" The rest of the explanation is a blur, he picks up the details. A plan is forming.
"Bring the car around. We're going for a drive." He tips back, his drawn on smile twisting and distorting as his real grin spreads over his face.
He laughs, loudly.
Somewhere, she would hear him, and she would know.
He was coming for her.
Like I said, weird mood xD