Lucifer pt.1
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Harley Quinn sat legs crossed on her prison bed, a romance novel 'between the sheets' between her fingers, her eyes fixated on the words. With her other hand, Harley lifted her coffee cup to her lips, lifted her pinky as if she was truly royal, and took a long sip from the porcelain cup. Noticing she had finished her drink, Harley threw her book down next to her and slid off her bed to retrieve another cup of the addictive beverage. Pacing towards the Espresso machine at the edge of her cell, her mind quickly switched back to when she first got the contraption, only a day after the fight with Enchantress in Midway city. Her request had not been to be free, to never go back to her life, but she wanted an espresso machine. She couldn't go back anyway. He was gone. Her Puddin, taken from her, only moments after their reunion. Joker was gone, so there was nothing left for her to go back to.
Her heart swelled at the thought of him- he always had hated coffee.
Snapping out of her thoughts, she placed the cup under the spout and watched the cup fill with the brown liquid.
She was absentmindedly humming to herself before a large explosion rocked the room, and shook the bars over her birdcage cell. Harley screeched and ducked down as cloud of dust rose up from the source of the noise. Another noise rang out, this time a gunshot echoed the room. Guards dressed head-to-toe in black uniform stormed in and fired quickly, disposing of the Belle Reve guards surrounding her cell. Several masked men ran toward her cage, and one whipped out a metal-cutter and placed it against her lock, revving the machine into motion. It cut through the metal like a hot-knife through butter. Harley watched into terror and shock as her door was swung open and a single man strode in. The first thing Harley noticed was his uniform. It was labeled 'JOKER' across his torso. She had to blink several times. No. It couldn't be true... He's dead. It's not him... Is it?
Her questions were answered when he removed his helmet to reveal his pale, Godly face, staring right at her, a smile tugging at his lips as he stared at his queen. She looked so innocent. Not for long.
Before he could speak, Harley squeaked "Puddin!" As she threw herself into his arms and embraced him in a strong hug. He wrapped one large arm around her torso and the other was on her shoulder, his finger caressing her skin as if he was trying to sooth her. Despite the situation, his expression was blank- he was probably trying to soak in the fact that she was safe in his arms, and she wasn't leaving anytime soon.