Okay, this is a one-shot that came into my head while watching Joker/Harley vids on Youtube. I know this topic is overdone, but I wanna give it a shot : )
This fic is dedicated to the amazingly talented Heath Ledger, who was not only a fascinating actor, but a kind, generous person, and a loving devoted father to a beautiful little girl. You will not be forgotten.
R.I.P.
Harley's POV:
How do you love someone so passionately, so obsessively, that you are continuously blind to the horrendous pain they cause.
I know how it feels like.
Deep down, in my pounding heart, I know he loves me.
Underneath the beatings and threats…
No matter how much I try, he takes out his anger on me.
From slaps in the face to being pushed out of a two-story window.
My make-up is smeared by my fresh tears and my clothes are torn, exposing black bruises.
Every time he strikes me down, he takes my broken body into his arms and holds me while I bleed.
His sickly sweet voice sends a cold shiver down my spine as he gently strokes my hair, running his slender fingers through my tangled, blonde strands.
My love wipes the sweat, blood and tears from my face as I moan in pain.
He whispers my name in mocking sympathy, pressing his lips to various bruises on my cheeks.
I feel his scarred cheeks against my bare skin as he sniffs the fragrant scent of my hair.
To him, I am his woman, a paramour, his precious harlequin.
Beneath the violence and bloodlust…
I know he loves me.
If only he would say it out loud.
I want to know that I am what he is to me.
Because I really need to hear it.