On a Monday afternoon a man walked into a church. He noticed that the church was associated with the catholic following as well as a confessional against the right wall. He gazed at the mosaic glass framed windows of prophets and disciples. The sound of a door closed and Jack's attention was regained. Quickly he went into the confessional before the father came.
A person entered the other side of the confessional. Once the curtain was pulled and the small square slot in the door opened he knew it was time to speak.
"Forgive me father for I have sinned." The priest presumed the following. "Speak to me of what occurred son."
"I honestly never tried this before." A pause in the air was kept for a couple seconds. "No matter what you have done, you can still ask for forgiveness my child. God isn't spiteful in the eyes of those who feel guilty for their moments of weakness."
"Okay. Where to begin….."
"Jack come back here dammit. Do you hear me yelling at you!?" She grabbed the coat of his jacket, he turned around quickly looking at her furiously.
"Yes, quite well actually but at this moment I don't want to hear it sweets. I would suggest you take your hand off my suit before I take it off for you!" She persisted but Jack grew tired off the shenanigans. "I warned you love." He smacked her hard against the face and she fell to the floor heavy like a sack of potatoes.
Harley was disoriented temporarily, the left side of her face was numb, red sore forming, ear ringing, shocked. He never hit her before. A tear was forming in her eye and more would eventually come. "You are so fucking stubborn honey."
"I'm just trying to help you pudd…" He grabbed her by the throat and lift her up slowly. "You should know that I don't like it very much when someone gets in the way of me killing the batman." Harley broke his chokehold and punched him across the face. Blood came from his mouth. "Ah baby, what would I do without you?" The two held each other.
"Probably put your aggression towards the henchmen." He couldn't argue with her completely. Before they met Jack had become accustomed to going through thugs like tissues. Harley is different because she never leaves despite the berating comments, belittling attitude, and general lack of sympathy in his nature. "Ya know I could leave here if I wanted to you know." A genuine smile formed from his lips. "Of course sweets. The door is over there. I know you'll go to Pammie's for the night and come to your senses in the morning." Harley grew an angry expression.
"Fuck you." And with that she left...
"You see father, I see myself continuing this toxic cycle but yet I can't help but enjoy it too though. When I hit her there was such a sensation of release. I'd hate to admit it but she had it coming right father?"
There was silence from the other side of the confessional. "Father?" Joker checked the confessional to see that it was empty.
"So much for judgement withheld. Hell I didn't even finish the story yet."