Jokers POV
"aaarrrgggg!" I screamed as I slammed the door night, another trick, another plan down the gutter! Damn that Bat! Damn him!I was inhaling deeply to prepare for another scream when I saw a set of golden blonde curls peak through the door way at the other end of the room.
"come on out Harley, I know your there..." I muttered loud enough for her to hear."Puddin...what happened?" she asked shyly poking her head through the door way. "just the bat dear, that damned bat." I answered flopping into my purple armchair. "oh..." she muttered walking over and sitting pristinely on my lap. She reached out one delicate hand to stroke my shoulder length green hair. "Puddin, don't worry bout old Batsy. Oh your make ups all smeared let's get you cleaned up." she said gently standing and pulling me down the hall towards the bathroom. She sat me down and turned on the shower, I started taking off my clothes and stood up walking over to get in."I'll be in the kitchen when you get out" she said turning to walk away.I reached out and wrapped her in a hug. I kissed her cheek gently. With that I let her go and climbed into my steaming shower.
That girl, that women...my women. Most don't understand us, to some it seems I don't love her, they're wrong shes the only thing I love, or that has ever loved me. I know I scream at her, and sometimes go as far as to hit her, but in my own twisted way that means more than a kiss or a hug. It sounds crazy, because lets face it I am crazy. But anger is a very valued emotion to me and violence is how you express anger in the same way you express love through a kiss. In my deeply disturbed way hitting her Is the same as saying I love you. Which I don't tell her often enough. I stopped thinking and watched the dirt and face paint mix and slide down the drain. I quickly washed my hair and body cleansing myself of the sins of the day and cut off the water. I stood there for a moment just listening to the sound of my own breath and water dripping off my pale skin. I replayed the latest of my murders in my head(I am evil remember)I emerged from the bathroom and walked into the small but homey kitchen, still just wrapped in a towel. I looked at the table and smiled, she made coffee and smiley pancakes..my favorite. I looked around to see that little butt of hers sticking out from behind the open refrigerator door. "got any syrup?" I asked sitting down"oh Puddin your out she said quickly walking over to the table with syrup in one hand and strawberries in the other.I smiled up at her...yup, I defiantly love this chick.