If it makes you happy...
"But, puddin'…! It wasn't my fault.", Harley says, backing away from The Joker, who is fulming.
"Not your fault?! How's not your fault, idiot?!" The Joker says, backhanding Harley, making her cheek hit the wall. It was a perfect and delicious scheme, Batman would be dead by now if Harley didn't trip on the rope and making Joker upside down. They managed to run away just in time, but still they lost the money, the plan and… Batman.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. J. I won't do this again, I promise ya.", stammer the clown girl, now with tears in her eyes. Joker growls and grabs Harley by the neck, hitting her back on the wall once again.
"Do you know what's your problem, Harls? You say that you do everything to please me and make me happy. But I'm starting to think… that you aren't trying your best.", Joker growls on her ear.
"But… I always try my best, Mr. J. It's just th-" The Joker interrupts her by dropping her on the floor and kicking her. He kicks her two more times, and Harley curles up on a ball.
"If this happens one more time, I will kill you!" he says, grabbing her chin and slapping her one more time. The Joker starts to storm out of the room, felling a little better now. But something grabs his ankle, weakly but firmly at the same time.
"How can I make you happy, puddin'?" asks Harley, lifting her battered face at him, with tears streaming down her face.
"I don't know, Harls. You are better dead than alive to me. On both you are still useless." chuckles Joker. "Well, why just you don't kill yourself, hmm? It would be a favor to the humanity.
Harley looks to the ground, the tears running down more violently. She sobs and looks to Joker one more time, before passing out. The Joker, expecting some reaction of Harley's, realising that it won't be any, shrugs and leaves the room, whistling.
Harley opens her eyes just for a second, coughing blood.
"Well, if it makes you happy, puddin…"
With that she passes out for real.