Alright alright, Calm down. I WILL eventually finish my Kai/Emmett story, but Twilight is kinda' old news for me, a wee bitty over-rated just now. So I'm trying to focus on something else for a little bit. I'm going to dedicate this story to a few people, Sheena, Becca, Caroline, Lorii and Justine. Oh and anyone else who loves the Joker/Harley pairing as much as I do! Squeeee! So yeah... please review or I'm going to have to send Mista' J on your asses, and trust me... that is not a pleasant thing to have happen to you, lemme' tell ya! *rubs head* Anyway, my Heath Ledger programme is back on, so I'ma go. Enjoy!!! x
Harley POV.
I woke startled, panting and covered in sweat. The sense of pure fear clear in the air. As I came to my senses, I noticed a throbbing pain, just above my hip bone. Reaching my hand down, it stroked over a very sensitive cut that caused salty tears to prick my eyes.
I pushed the cover back from my body, and let my eyes wander over the many scars I'd been given... from him. Now there was a new freshly cut gash, oozing the crimson substance and staining the once clean white sheets below. I proped myself up on my elbows, straining to search the room. It was seemingly empty, I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt this frightened.
I lay in a pair of his boxers, a silky purple fabric, stained with a red trail of blood, and tucked in the side that wasn't gashed... was a small card. That simply card, sent fear shooting up my spine, and paralyised my senses.
On that card, a small jester was placed strategically in the centre, with the words "Playtime" scored across the middle.
He was back. I was afraid.