Flashfic inspired by the chorus of "Clarity" by Zedd. For some reason it just struck me as Harley in her more lucid moments, so I played with the idea.
I bet you wonder why I keep goin' back.
I mean, he beats me. Because he's mad, because he's busy, because I'm there. Yeah, it's my fault usually, I should know better by now, but it ain't healthy. He's not even any good at carin' about me, not usually. He replaces me without a second thought, he forgets about me after heists. He was ready to blow the city sky-high, with me in it! And even when he wanted to save me, he didn't care what happened to anyone else, like my friends or Red or even my babies!
But I love him. And I really, really shouldn't.
Sometimes I get away, out on my own. But things are foggy without him. I don't really know who I am. Before him, I wasn't really nothin' special, just a cute blonde with a gymnastics medal who may have flirted her way through some of her classes, a naïve doctor who thought she was gonna help people and maybe write a book. But then he came along and he made me something more, something larger than life! How's a girl supposed to go back after something like that?
Small-town Harleen Quinzel was uninteresting, cute but interchangeable. Nobody liked her for much past her great tits. But Harley Quinn – now there's a fun, capable, dangerous, dynamite kind of girl!
But he created her, and he can take her away.
I don't wanna go back to bein' the girl I was before.
That's why I gotta go back to Mistah J. It's the only way I can still be me.