A Neverending.
One -
"Tears are for the weak, Harley," mumbled the love of my life, the Joker.
He never seemed to be so high and mighty when I was sad. He seemed vulnerable, like me. Although in almost every instance, he was the cause of my sadness.
"If you keep this up, I'll take you back to Arkham myself. Harlequin's don't cry."
He fumbled around in his "toy chest", doing his best to avoid my eyes. He mumbled some more, but my focus drifted. My distorted vision strayed to the door, then back to him. I felt a sudden urge to run – to run and never come back. He wouldn't chase me. He'd only send his goons after me when I was needed.
I stood and took a deep, shaky breath, only to fall back into the chair when the Joker jerked upright. My urge subsided, and my heart felt heavy. My eyelids felt heavier.
My last moments of awareness were taken by the screams of the two guards we'd tied up.
Two –
The silence coaxed me out of my slumber, but it lasted momentarily. In a cartoon-like fashion, Mr. J, the Joker, started a loud screeching train of curse words. I grabbed my gun and slipped into the hallway, stepping cautiously, so my heels wouldn't click on the floor.
"Oh God, Please," a voice called from the only open door, which cast an eerie glow in the hallway. This glow was replaced with a black figure, a shadow, but a loud gunshot sent it crashing down. The guard was now dead, lying in a mess of blood, and the eerie glow restored.
"Fools, FOOLS, dammit," cried the Joker, "Har-LEY!" I stepped over the body and into the room, just as the Joker launched the guard's gun at my head. It hit the wall beside me without firing.
"You idiot," he screamed. He threw his hands wildly in the air, cursing all the while.
"You fell asleep, Harley. Asleep. When has it ever been okay to sleep? Hm?!" He proceeded to launch all available items at me. His tone shifted to an ominous, threatening rumble, "They almost got away, Harl." This was the dangerous Mr. J, but I didn't cower under his glare. I held my ground.
"Almost- they almost got away, but they didn't." After saying so, I stood stiffly, just as he took three quick strides toward me, raised his fist, and struck me across the face. I thought I was planted firmly, but the impact sent me falling sideways, and as I tried to regain my footing, I tripped on my own feet and proceeded to fall. I tensed, at the ready, waiting to be kicked while I was down. Instead, Mr. J fell to my side, and took my trembling hands in his while he leaned against a cabinet. "You don't know what you do to me Harley. I'm…sorry." I looked into his eyes, unsure of his sincerity. He looked away.
We sat there for a while longer, having what I thought was a defining moment in our relationship, his first apology… but then the Batman came, and Mr. J escaped – all smiles – leaving me behind to be dragged back to Arkham.
A/N: Okay, so I'm not good with formatting my storys... That's what hotshot editors are for - but that's just what I'm not!