((A/N: Hey all! With my new summer job giving me ten hours of free time (desk job), I have lots of time to write! I came up with this two-thirds of the way through my day, so don't blame me if it's not too good. 10 hours of nothing can really sandpaper my brain. Well! This one is Harley's POV; nothing too long. No flames please. -cowers meekly-))
The Dance
By MorbidCheshire
He's back!
Back from one of his wildly chaotic romps, the dangerously playful escapades I am rarely allowed to accompany him on. My clumsiness and apologetic mistakes had often landed us both in Arkham Asylum.
"Welcome
back, Mr. J!"
Now it begins. The carefully practiced dance of
manners and mockery, a waltz so complicated it rivaled my days of
gymnastics. Both were similar, though- mistakes were painful
experiences.
He smiles at me, a triumphant grin-- It's safe to continue the conversation, then.
"How did it go?"
"Like clockwork!" He chuckled. A giggle from me is expected. "Batman showed up midway. We had a nice little spat on the roof and I do believe he inhaled some of my newest toxin!" He laughs, his trademark careless laugh. Others find it bone chilling, but to me, it's welcoming- but just the slightest bit dangerous. Like the thrill of riding a roller coaster.
"D'you
think you got 'im, Puddin'?" Oops! Too late, I realize my
mistake—fourth step in the dance, tripped.
His strike is
painful, but expected. The subject of Batman's death is off-limits
to anyone but him. Another mistake (and bruise) to add to my
collection.
"Of course not!" He hisses, glaring dangerously. "Batman's been through that trick far too many times for that to kill him!" Of course, the opening act. How could I forget? Stupid, stupid, stupid of me…
"I might've gotten Bird Boy though. He's new- no immunity yet!" A hesitant smile in reply to his wide grin and the dance begins again, cautiously.
"What next?" A dangerous route, I can't help it- I want to prove myself to him, to make up for my mistake.
"We'll
set up a wonderfully deadly second act, of course," He replies,
beginning to laugh.
We. He said 'we.' I'm forgiven
for now- I grin with pride.
Final step, and the dance is complete.
He laughs, and I glow.
The end.