This fic is set in the Return of The Joker (Batman Beyond) animated universe. The flashback. I fear it's a touch deep and wordy. I might do some more... fyi listen to "Bring me to Life" by Evanescene while reading if you can.
It was all going to be so perfect , a family, me and my puddin' and little J.J like I'd always dreamed. A way to get back at the bat , thats all it was to him, another way to try and drive batman over the edge.
I never saw the torture, I heard it though through the walls.... Robin's screams, the playful spark of eletricty. In my mind I saw the happy family we'd become how happy Robin would be with us, better off with us than with the Batman.
Then came that night. Where the world as I knew it smashed for the second time . I saw J.J strapped to the table, saw that he was a crazy as my puddin' an abomintation to childhood..but it was all going to be ok because it would bind us all together , and make Joker stay with me, forever till death us do part....how poetic that turned out to be.
The night passed like a terrible dream, blurry and distant. The Joker taking on Batman and me going after Bratgirl, i mean Batgirl.
I leapt at her something like that, it was all so fast. Soon we were hanging together from a cliff . I was panicing wildly , thinking Batgirl would let me fall , as I had fallen to the Joker's control what seemed like ages ago. But she tried to save me... to pull me up. I thought to myself if she had saved me would i really be saved at all? I would have continued to be Harley Quinn, mourning my puddin' a criminal a puppet of the dark forces.
The instrament of my falling was my stupid costume, a symbol of my second life that of the Joker's tool. Those little ruffles on the hands were my downfall, Batgirl pulled me up by them , they ripped, and i fell. I fell forever it seemed, untill I hit the bottom of a cavern, the river than ran beneth arkham. I was a broken rag doll tossed amougst the debris of old arkham. I floated down stream I was barely concious but I could hear in the distance the laugh of my "son" , I drifted for miles until I washed ashore, to see the unlikey face of my salvation, Poison Ivy.
"Harly? Harly??? CAN YOU HEAR ME??" she shouted as I lost conciousness for what i though would be the last time.
During the weeks that followed I healed under her care, she help my broken bones to knit, I knew the Joker was defeated, because he would have come for me obviously. I thought of Robin laying in a simliar hospital bed the toxins being drained form him just as I felt the Joker's toxic influence being drained from me also.
The news of the Joker's death came as no surprise. Ivy tried to hide it from me , but I found the paper they didnt say how but simply said he was dead. As I stared at the paper no tears fell , and i realised somthing, crime destoys life. I would never be as Gymnastic as before, my leg had been broken on the rocks when i fell and my "lover" had caused it by waging a war against Batman . The Joker, my puddin had destroyed a young boy's life and my own , for fun.
The irony is that my fall had saved my life, the time I spent recovering made the cold reality of it all had hit me , my puddin' was dead, but it was time for me to live again.....
"Wake me up side, Wake me up inside , call my name and save me from the dark. Bid my blood to run before I come undone, Save me from the nothing I've become."
Thanks for reading, do review, ta. The song is Bring me to Life by Evanescene and i dont own it or the charecters within this fic.
Paul: is that it? no rambeling? no excuses?????
It was all going to be so perfect , a family, me and my puddin' and little J.J like I'd always dreamed. A way to get back at the bat , thats all it was to him, another way to try and drive batman over the edge.
I never saw the torture, I heard it though through the walls.... Robin's screams, the playful spark of eletricty. In my mind I saw the happy family we'd become how happy Robin would be with us, better off with us than with the Batman.
Then came that night. Where the world as I knew it smashed for the second time . I saw J.J strapped to the table, saw that he was a crazy as my puddin' an abomintation to childhood..but it was all going to be ok because it would bind us all together , and make Joker stay with me, forever till death us do part....how poetic that turned out to be.
The night passed like a terrible dream, blurry and distant. The Joker taking on Batman and me going after Bratgirl, i mean Batgirl.
I leapt at her something like that, it was all so fast. Soon we were hanging together from a cliff . I was panicing wildly , thinking Batgirl would let me fall , as I had fallen to the Joker's control what seemed like ages ago. But she tried to save me... to pull me up. I thought to myself if she had saved me would i really be saved at all? I would have continued to be Harley Quinn, mourning my puddin' a criminal a puppet of the dark forces.
The instrament of my falling was my stupid costume, a symbol of my second life that of the Joker's tool. Those little ruffles on the hands were my downfall, Batgirl pulled me up by them , they ripped, and i fell. I fell forever it seemed, untill I hit the bottom of a cavern, the river than ran beneth arkham. I was a broken rag doll tossed amougst the debris of old arkham. I floated down stream I was barely concious but I could hear in the distance the laugh of my "son" , I drifted for miles until I washed ashore, to see the unlikey face of my salvation, Poison Ivy.
"Harly? Harly??? CAN YOU HEAR ME??" she shouted as I lost conciousness for what i though would be the last time.
During the weeks that followed I healed under her care, she help my broken bones to knit, I knew the Joker was defeated, because he would have come for me obviously. I thought of Robin laying in a simliar hospital bed the toxins being drained form him just as I felt the Joker's toxic influence being drained from me also.
The news of the Joker's death came as no surprise. Ivy tried to hide it from me , but I found the paper they didnt say how but simply said he was dead. As I stared at the paper no tears fell , and i realised somthing, crime destoys life. I would never be as Gymnastic as before, my leg had been broken on the rocks when i fell and my "lover" had caused it by waging a war against Batman . The Joker, my puddin had destroyed a young boy's life and my own , for fun.
The irony is that my fall had saved my life, the time I spent recovering made the cold reality of it all had hit me , my puddin' was dead, but it was time for me to live again.....
"Wake me up side, Wake me up inside , call my name and save me from the dark. Bid my blood to run before I come undone, Save me from the nothing I've become."
Thanks for reading, do review, ta. The song is Bring me to Life by Evanescene and i dont own it or the charecters within this fic.
Paul: is that it? no rambeling? no excuses?????