Author's Note: This is probably really unrealistic, but I hope you will like it anyways. Lately, I feel Harley/Joker. (: Maybe that will stop soon so I can write some other ones.
Summary: If she could not tell him while he was alive, she would tell him while he died. Harley/Joker.
Disclaimer: To put it simply, if I owned Batman, I'd make the Joker my love slave. But I don't, and he's not.
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She was not looking when he was shot.
Nor was she looking when they ran off.
Now, she sat at his side, clenching his hand in hers.
Who would help a fallen villain and his henchwoman?
No one would.
She felt him stir beside her and looked down immediately.
His heart was beating faintly, he was dying slowly.
Even in death, she noticed, his crimson lips were upturned into a smile.
She told him to be still. He gave a weak nod.
Taking a breath, she spoke again.
"I love you." she said quietly.
He raised his eyebrow and she gave a nervous giggle.
"I know that you know I do. And I know you love me."
And when he didn't protest, she gave him a warm smile.
"But you're abusive." she whispered.
And she rolled up her sleeve, revealing the bruises and scars he had given her just last week.
His hand trails down to her arm, running his thumb across her scars gently.
She continued, "You're going to leave me soon. Me, your faithful and devoted servant. I have loved you since I was Harleen Quinzel. Since you were in Arkham. Back then, you were kinder." she said, looking down at the ground.
His hand falls to his chest and she looks, thinking he has left her.
He is staring back at her, chest still rising with struggle.
She does not take her eyes off him this time, but keeps her gaze on his hand.
"You're crazy." she said simply.
His hand reaches up to take hers but she pulls back.
"And I am, too."
There is a look of hurt in his eyes.
"I cannot live without you."
He smiles again.
"But I cannot live with the pain."
She looks to see him close his eyes and then quickly reopen them, fighting against death.
"You made me who I am, Mr. J." she said softly, a faint smile on her face. "You made me into Harley Quinn. But now, who am I? Without my Joker, am I Harleen Quinzel again?"
He tries to shake his head but she places a hand on her chest, stopping him with a calming expression.
"Never fear, my love, I will avenge you. I'll keep the name Harley Quinn." she said sadly.
He nods slowly.
She presses her hand against his chest, his heartbeat was slowing down.
She bends and brushes her lips against his. He tries to respond to her kiss, but instead just relaxes.
Before he closes his eyes forever.
She is shocked to hear him say, "I have always loved you." and she puts her head on his chest, crying gentle, silent tears as she mourns him.
And then she stands, rolls down her sleeve, takes one final look at him, and then leaves, tears still streaming down her face.
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Author's Note: This actually made me tear up.