Title: Lesson #4
Author: TheMadPuppy
E-mail: themadpuppy85yahoo.ca
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Category: Drama, Angst
Genre: Hetero
Rating: T+
Summary: Lesson #4: love is a torture. But Harley is about to make things right.
Keywords: Joker, Harley, Torture
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Batman isn't mine. Only my sick ideas are.
Author Notes: It started as an answer to Paige's comment…it finished in screams of terror.
(EDIT Please consider this experimental.)
LESSON #4
Joker was not one easily surprised. He was a mastermind with masterplans, and part of this master mindplanning business was to predict and control everything. That's why he loved Batman. But Harley? Harley was as readable as a textbook.
So how he didn't see that one coming?
"I really don't want to do that Puddin', you know I don't", she sniffled with pathetic determination. "I just don't see another way to make you understand, you understand?"
Now that he was forced to think about it, he should have seen it coming. Things were running way too smoothly with Harley lately for them not to be suspicious, that because of her whole idea that before was better and later would necessarily be; but the present, the moment, was merely a love in-between, a frustrating love in-between, must-surely-be-worth-it-just-have-to-go-through love in-between; and love, Joker's best weapon and protection, sometimes failed him.
"Harl. Untie me immediately."
It wasn't anything new: like any woman/criminal/obsessed being, Harley dealt excessively badly with frustration. Provoked, she reminded him of a mad little puppy trying to bite him; and while she had a high entertainment value then, there was still one major flaw: dogs learn.
"No-o", she sobbed, wiping her nose like a child. "If you suffer just as I did, maybe you'll treat me better?"
They learn well.
"What are you talking about, you crazy whore? UNTIE ME!"
"Don't worry I'll fix you right after", she said soothingly, her eyes two vacant windows. "You gave me plenty of occasions to practice on myself."
She turned to the little table to their left, where a first-aid kit was neatly waiting beside various sharp objects.
"Nonono, no, wait, no, wait, Harl, wait a minute, I'm sorry, okay? Look, I love you, you hear me? Pumpkin, sugar, listen—"
"But I love you too Puddin'", she replied matter-of-factly, picking a scalpel from the lot.
"Don't do this Harl", he menaced, "or promise you'll regret it."
"That'd be the first promise you'd keep…we're improving", she nodded, and with growing dismay Joker understood he just convinced her of the validity of what was about to take place. Then she turned back to him and smiled sweetly, her voice thick with concern. "Breathe deep, Puddin', this is going to sting a little."
End Notes
This was an experimental story.
You may choose to believe me, or not to believe me. I won't resent anyone that tells me that Harley isn't able to do such a thing. It just depends of the vision you have of her; and I say that the closest thing to an extreme is another extreme. Bend the scale so it becomes circular, and you'll get what I mean…Remember, folks, l'amour rend fou.
(Written in November 2006)
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