Playing Alone - A Series of Drabbles for Batfic100
He's kicked her out again, and golly she wishes she had somewhere to go. Last time he did that she stole the Harlequin Diamond, and teamed up with Ivy. But Harley isn't sure where Ivy is now, or even if she would talk to her after landing them in Arkham (It wasn't really Harley's fault, that's just what Ivy thought. 'Course she was wrong)
No, she's alone and cold. Her feet aren't obeying her at all for if they were she'd be in a motel, stealing a room for the night, instead of huddling on a slide in a playground.
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The playground's empty and cold. Harley exhales and a vague puff of fog's in the air. She rubs her hands up and down her leotard – she's still in her getup, not having the time to change before Mistuh J kicked her out. Her bottom is frozen to the seat, slippery too.
Harley bites her lip, before wrapping her arms around her knees. What exactly did she do wrong this time? There wasn't anything she knew that…he just kept getting riled up about everything…
She's lost in thought when she slips, falling off of the slide and hitting the ground hard.
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Her arm aches, and she unintentionally breaks down, and sobs though she won't admit it later. It isn't fair, nothing ever went right, her puddin' is nowhere, and her arm kills Maybe it was the cold, maybe it was the fact that she was alone – maybe it is the fact that she just broke her arm for once, instead of Joker doing it for her.
She should have realized it sooner, but cradling her reddening arm she realizes that it really isn't all fun and games anymore. She might have been cramped there then she left the playground long ago.
First time in the Batman fandom - and I'm avoiding my NaNo novel writing this. How about reviews nagging me to write more of that instead?