Summary: She held onto the color of the night sky, she traced the granite she laid on, and tried to remember the day The Joker had killed her.
Rating: T
Pairing: Harley Quinn&&The Joker
Disclaimer: Not my characters. Don't own a thing.
Author's Note: Dedicated to my Biff, Lyza. I hope you like it. It was a LONG time coming, hehe.
Anyways, this will just be a series of drabbles. I hope you all enjoy it as much I enjoy writing about it... Which is A LOT! :)
My, My Miss Harley Quinn
Chapter One: With Every Breath You Take
There were only a few moments that had truly taken her breath away. And with those few seconds of happiness and that rush of adrenaline Harleen Quinzel could sum up her entire life.
To her those were the only memories worth keeping. They were a blur, filled with color, and realizations, moments that even if she wanted to, she could never forget. Even when she wanted, Harleen had the curse of remembering everything in those few seconds. The smell in the air, the color of the sky, the faces of kids running up and down the streets.
In those few seconds Harleen had the ability to hold still and take in the smallest things. And it had only been once that she regretted her gift.
He was a blur of jokes and cruel laughter, but there was something that attracted her to him. The way his mouth moved and the way he spoke. There were days when she would lie down in her bed and think of what he said that day.
He was sick.
The worst of all.
They had warned her of him the very first day she met with him. He was a disease, sticking into the deepest parts of your mind. And now she couldn't rid herself of him. She loved him. In as much of a sick way as he was. They were meant to be.
Together they were just a cruel twisted joke of faith.
Except, there was only one thing that had ever distinguished Harleen from him, she loved him and he… he laughed.
Harleen coughed, and the little energy that was left drained from her body. She grasped at anything near. She thought of how she couldn't die, she thought of everything she had done that day.
She thought of her life and laughed. There was a part in her breaking with indifference. There was a part that had been pushed out of love. But now as she lay on the side of a rusty, moldy motel she laughed harder than she had ever laughed before.
Because as she held onto the top part of chest, cowardly hiding by the dumpsters she realized she had been the biggest joke of all.
She, who had played with many, had been the biggest act, she was the finale, and unsuspectedly had lead the show.
Harleen closed her eyes taking in the moment that defined how other people would look at her.
Her mask laid next to her shredded and filled with sweat, and the suit she wore was filled with her blood and his. She took in the smell, of the rotten streets of Gotham, and heard the pattering of the street rats.
She held onto the color of the night sky, she traced the granite she laid on, and tried to remember the day The Joker had killed her.
Hope you liked it!
-Isabel