Joker's POV:
We both lay motionless on the bed, tangled together in the blood-stained sheets. My pretty, little Harley Quinn lays asleep beside me, her body covered in various bruises and scabs embedded on her delicate skin.
She wears my light blue patterned shirt that I usually wore under my purple coat. It is unbuttoned, revealing her bra and panties under the covers. I look down at my pillow and see some of my smeared make-up upon the linen case.
Suddenly, the sounds of police car sirens enter my ears as Harley stirs beside me. Looking around, I turn my gaze to her as she opens her eyes.
A smile creeps onto my face as an idea for an escape from the approaching cops comes to mind.
Harley would be the perfect distraction for them…
She would be what you would call…an alibi.
Reaching toward her, I grab a handful of her hair, yanking the girl roughly off the bed.
If Harley was going to be an acceptable part of my escape, she would need to be roughened up a bit.
I raise my ungloved hand and slap her hard across the face. She falls to the floor and moans in agony as I laugh in triumph.
This was seriously too easy…
Coming at her, I bend down and lift up her inert body into my arms, carrying her to the window. I take her bleeding face into my hands, squeezing her cheeks with my fingers.
I don't want there to be any hard feelings between us, Harley, but in order to see the funny world we live in, you have to know the most horrible experiences one has to endure.
My arms push her helpless body through the glass window as she screams in fright.
How pathetic…
After about three seconds, the naïve novice lands hard in a dumpster, and her body lays sprawled as I gaze down at her.
Her left arm and right leg both appear to be broken, but I don't give her a second thought as I finish getting dressed and gather my henchmen.
I hear the police sirens grow louder and finally stop, so they must have found Harley and were taking back to Arkham Asylum.
The perfect distraction…
Did I care whether she lived or died?
That is not the kind of question you would ask of a citizen of Gotham City. They do not give a damn about others besides themselves…
In this city of many sins, there is no such thing as friendship…or love.