Night during the cold Winter. The ever so Cold December Night. Knowing this month and it's cursed condition. Was difficult.
Blowing wind. Continued blowing past her body. Her white skirt flapped ever so. Her right hand held a faded colored picture.
Faded but still in somewhat good condition. Walking out into the patio. Light weighted rain dropped. Pouring all about. She stopped.
Staring towards the view of the city. Seeing the lights, green , blue, and red. High above the sky. Her make up began to run.
Black eye linear poured down with her tears. Her pony tails moved left and right. Her eyes were closed as she cried. Facing upwards. She opened her eyes.
Feeling the cold. Her mouth opened. Her voice yelled aloud. Screaming in rage. Screaming loud. The Pain. The Heartache. Knowing her Prince.
Her man was now gone from this life. Slipped through. Passed onto the next. Angered she stared into her left hand. Seeing the batarang.
Rage grew for Batman and what he represents. What he does. What he is. The kind of person she once was. The Past. The Gone.
Her eyes looked away closed shut again. Her white teeth gritted hard. Gritting with hate. Her make up was nearly gone. Both arms touched her chest.
Her breasts moved as she breathed in heavily. Gasping for air. Once she stopped. A moment of silence struck into her. She could still hear him. His Laugh.
His joy. His wisdom. His image. She smiled dropping the heavy batarang into the ground. Forgetting about it's blackening steel.
As it dropped into the pooling rain water by her feet. The Batarang bounced and stopped. Lying there lifeless.
Harley touched ever so patiently his picture. A taken picture from the G.C.P.D. , when Joker was sent to Arkham Asylum.
The very first time she laid eyes on him. Seeing him in that insanity Jacket. His grin towards her that day used to haunt her. Now it just brings her joy.
She kissed. She laughed with a giggle bursting out of her. Her eyes look at him.
" Mr. J "
" I know your Happy , I know you don't feel anymore pain "
" I want you to know , I -I-"
Bits of her inner self couldn't say a word. Another part of her just wanted to burst out screaming. Another part, wanted to run a muck and go guns blazing.
She wanted Revenge. She wanted Gotham to Burn. She wanted Batman to pay. She hated this. She wanted to hit something. Anything.
" I'm trying to live. "
" Yes, Mr. J I'm going to try to live "
" I will try to continue what you would do"
Harley placed the picture onto her left side hip belt. She gazed downwards. Seeing ever so that blasted batarang. Seeing it's sharp ended sides. Its meaning.
As she slowly bended down to reaching for it. Behind her inside the darkened lobby. Scarecrow stared at her desperate delicate hand. Touching cold steel.
His arms were crossed in front of his chest. His vials bubbled upwards in there tubes. His solid white eyes glowed. He knew what she was going through.
His intentions. Hers. Were the same. Both same , alike. Though just different Origins. Different Paths taken.
His stare was deadly to those who went against him. Especially with his goal for Gotham and it's savior.
Harley stared into the distant buildings. Staring at them. With hate. She aimed. And yelled tossing the batarang as hard as she could out of the balcony.
She breathed. In and out. Scarecrow noticed her clearly. She looked back at him, as he walked away back into the lobby continuing the talk with Penguin.
Arkham knight over looked from high above. Standing on top of the Continental Building.
" Your Time Will Come Bruce Wayne " - Arkham Knight
GONE PRICE