"Do you love her?"
This was said with a hint of murder in my tone (and that crazy little smile that he and I can only pull off, not her) which have learned to make perfect over our time together, both in and out of the loony bin.
Which was where this strange thing began (just two nutters in the nut house) in the first place and now all we had left to do was make sure we didn't end up there once again, oh, and kiss a whole lot.
(even if it means getting a face full of red and white, just adds to my own make-up but then again I do have put it all back the way it was)
"Of course not, honey-bear, she just helped us restless birds fly the coop. Just a pawn in our epic story, Miss Bishop."
But the only one who didn't believe those shiny words of his (coated in red and white, ready to twist you all up inside) was the woman, or as I call her the bitch-queen, named Harley Quinn.
.
(as you can tell I don't like her one single bit)
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"How's my sugar?"
This child, who only found her way here because of a strange hat and white face paint (in no way could she be crazier then me, I'm at the top of that list), finds a way to whisper or yell her welcome to her new boss when ever she can, and her fingers grabbing at green hair and purple coat tails.
(which have my name burned into the bottom)
"My sugar is peachy, little girl, but you are this close to being toast."
Before each finger could light up, each with her pretty little face in mind (ready to feel the burn?), his were laced in mine like many times before and the burning hate faded away just for a moment.
"Baby-cakes, just ignore her like the pest you see her as. But we need her, not as much as I need you, but still we need her."
Over the year we spent together, laughing our asses off and being the main bad couple that I hope we'll never stop being (even with the batman nipping at our heels), he was already number one of all those pretty boys that used to hang on like live action Ken dolls.
And when he speaks, those words that can't help but be full of charm even if his face scares them away his voice will always reel them in, I actually listen to every word like I would die if I missed even one.
(while Peter only got my eyes staring at all the pretty and blocking out the stupid)
"But, honey-bear-"
Even when we fight, those brawls always ending in a fit of laughter then doesn't end for hours and hours (till our throats bleed), each hot word is still dosed in honey and sugar.
But when it comes to others, that look at this little love game of ours with disgust (Bruce can sneer all he wants but that doesn't change a thing), they only get bitter lemons.
(that sting the cuts that we supply with smile)
"Shh, El, I'll make sure to let you know when toasting her is in the green, okay?"
I believed each word coming out of those grinning red lips, those things that in the heat of battle find a way to kiss mine (right in front of batboy), and knew my day would come soon when that blond little bit was nothing but a pile of ashes.
(ashes that had loved Joker but would never have him, poor little thing)
"Okay."
"That's my good girl."
And with that all the doubts, the ones that came with the job of standing by his side (waiting for someone to come and take it all away), melted away when that grin was aimed my way and his lips that would lead everyone into sin found mine and were a perfect fit.
"Your only girl, and these deadly hands of mine will make sure of that."
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