So I decided to start over. I really did not like how "becoming the clown" had turned out, so I wanted to just start over. Sorry that the update took so long, and sorry that I stopped writing the old one. This story is going to be about joker and harley, with a little bit of a twist in the original story. Hope you like it. Disclaimer: I do not own the joker or the dark knight.
and here. we. go…
Memories.
Harley. That was the name she was known by, Harley Quinn was the name I gave her. Harl was used in intimate conversations. She was Harleen on the dotted line, but to me she was Harley. Har-Ley. Light of my life. Fire of my loins. Object of my desire. Pain in my ass. Harley.
I can still remember her face. It was beautiful. To me anyway. Even after I had disfigured it. Her eyes were the color of a cloud on a rainy day. Her hair which fell in loose curls down her back was the color of spider webs. My Harley. Her face twisted into a permanent smile. Like mine. My Harley.
She was very young when we had first met. No longer a child, but not fully a woman. She was a street walker then. I had picked her up on one of my…urges. She was smart. Smarter than most people. But it was her sense of humor that had saved her. I was planning to kill her after I was done with her. But it was that clever tongue that had saved her. I remember the conversation. We were lying on a cheep motel bed her pink nipples still erect from our quick fuck. She was smoking a cigarette and making shapes with smoke as it rose from her lips like a ghost.
"how are ya?" I asked pulling out the knife from my jacket.
"sweating like a pig actually, and yourself?" she blew another ghostly wisp of smoke. I stopped then, my fingers lingering on the blade.
" Well uh that's one way to get a guys attention." I licked the scar that ran on the left side of my face, from the corner of my mouth all the way to my cheek.
Her lips smiled. She turned on her side, facing me, her silver hair falling over her shoulder.
"My mission in life. But I seemed to have caught your fancy so you see it worked. The world makes sense again. She flicked her ashes at me, and sat up, pulling on her tight pants.
"You got a name screw boy?" she asked, not looking at me.
"Nope." I replied making a popping noise on the 'p'.
"and yourself?"
"…Harleen. Harleen Quinzel. But people call me Harley."
She turned to face me then, holding out her hand for the pay. I shelled out a few twenties.
"I like it…re-work it a bit and you get Harley Quinn!" I laughed at my own cleverness. She didn't think it was funny. She grabbed the money and left, leaving me watching in awe.