Disclaimer: I was inspired by the 'person A singing You Are My Sunshine while holding dying person B in their arms. I don't own the characters!

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Murderer. Psychopath. Killer. Clown criminal Harley Quinn had been called them all. But now, lying here in the middle of the gag factory, her home, blood flowing from the three shots in her stomach, she remembered her past. When she became the woman she was now.

She was born Harleen Francis Quinzell. She remembered walking into Arkham Asylum that first day and seeing the clown in his cell. She remembered him flirting with her, their sessions together where she got to know him. Where she fell in love with the green haired, psychopathic, murderous, clown prince of crime. The last morning she woke up who she was. She was Doctor Harleen Francis Quinzell. She remembered Batman bringing him to Arkham that one time, bloodied, battered, and bruised. And Doctor Quinzell had lost it. Lost all sanity and links to her previous life. It wasn't Doctor Harleen Francis Quinzell that had freed him the moment after that. It had been the woman she was now: Harley Quinn.

She watched as her home grew ablaze, her vision growing fuzzier and fuzzier. Her breathing grew slow and heavy as she heard screaming around her.

"Well Bats, it's been a bunch of laughs, but I think it's time to go!" she heard the clown prince of crime call out. "Come on, Harl, time to skedaddle."

"Puddin'?" Harley croaked

"What are you waiting for, kid, let's go!" he hollered.

She opened her mouth to say something, but choked on her own blood. After that, all she could hear were the flames closing in around her, her breath, and the blood pounding in her head. She figured that Joker had left her for dead, just like all of those other times he had left her for the bats and the Gotham City Police. She closed her eyes as she prepared to meet what lies beyond.

Suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around her. She opened her eyes to find the love of her life lifting her into his lap. "Harl?"

He brought his hand to her face. As he took his hand away from her face, she noticed that her white make-up was coming off because of her perspiration. Smudges of white face powder, blood red lipstick, and black face paint covered his gloves.

"Very funny, Harley, you minx," he laughed. "You always were a riot." Harley coughed out more blood and where the bullet wounds were, blood was being absorbed by the costume. And that's when the clown prince of crime knew that these were his last moments with Doctor Harleen Francis Quinzell. With clown criminal Harley Quinn.

"Joker!" she heard the cries of the Batman echoing through the room. A crash. The green haired man didn't look up at his foe. And in that moment, Harley felt special. It wasn't every day that he paid no attention to the Bats so he could tend to her. To him, killing Batman was always more important than his Harley.

"Puddin'," was all she could say.

"This is no joke," he murmured and took one of her gloved hands. He squeezed it tightly. She squeezed back, faintly.

"Puddin'," she repeated softly, her voice getting fainter, vision fuzzier, breathing slowing.

"Harley, stay with me," he said, shaking her. "You aren't going to die. Not now. Not until I tell you to die. Not until I pull the trigger."

"It wasn't your trigger to pull," Harley whispered. Joker wiped off some more of the black face paint to reveal her aquamarine blue eyes, coming in and out of focus. He took off her hat as well, letting her blonde hair fall around her head and into his lap.

"You are my sunshine," he murmured the song to her. "My only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. You never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away."

And Joker sang to her. The building collapsing all around them. Batman evading falling debris to try and reach the two clowns in the center of the room. And for this moment, Harley knew this was how she wanted to die: in the arms of the man she had fallen in love with since the first day they had met.

As the Joker neared the end of the song, Harley's breathing slowed. Her eyes still looked into his, but she seemed distant. Far off.

"You never know, dear, how much I love you," he sang to her. "Please don't take my sunshine away."

He held her closer against his body.

"I love you," she whispered. She saw tears streaking his face. The light in his eyes were gone. The ever-present grin on his face wiped away.

"Please don't take my sunshine away."

And those were the last words that Harley Quinn knew.