"No."
He stopped mid-step, the he turned, his expression a mixture of shock and confusion. Hell, I was shocked myself. I had never denied this man anything before, I followed every order, did every little thing that he asked of me. But this was a step too far, even for him. He took a threatening step towards me.
"What did you say?" I could hear the malice in his voice. Every word was a threat.
"I said no Joker." His eyes flashed with anger and I felt his hand grip my throat. I grasped at his hands but it was useless, he wasn't letting go anytime soon.
"Now Harley, I'm gonna ask you why you won't do this simple little thing for me, and if your answer isn't satisfying enough, then I'm afraid we're gonna have to drop you. Off a roof. So tell me, why won't you do this?"
I gasped, choking for air, trying hard to form the words. "Because…..they're…..only chil…chil…children." Struggling for air, I managed to finish my sentence. "I'm not…..Heartless…..like…."
"Like what Harley?" I can hear the taunt in his voice
"I'm …not…..heart…less… like….you…." I could feel my body going limp, my vision getting weaker. But then, I was dropped to the floor. I had no energy, no will left in my body. I suppose he knew that, which is probably why he started kicking me, beating me. Last thing I remember was hearing him muttering furiously to himself before I blacked out.
Next thing I knew, someone was lifting me up, I opened, well, I managed to squeeze open one of my eyes open and I saw him. The Joker I fell in love with, not the insane-drug abusing murderer. His eyes were soft as they looked over me fondly, like he was looking over some old photographs. He lay me on a bed and started to tend my wounds. Removing my costume bit by bit, tending, bandaging sewing up every cut, bruise and wound that I had. He must have been sat there doing that for a good hour or so. When he had finished, he covered me with a blanket and I felt his lips press softly to my temple. After his footsteps had faded away, I lay there drifting in and out of consciousness, but I had one thought before I sank back into sleep. I thought of how different he was when we were alone, how gentle, how kind he was….
I guess not all monsters are heartless.