The wild cards.
By: sugarhype
"Har-ley…" the voice in quiet, sing-songy. "Harley Quinn…" it's lost some of the singing lilt to it now. "HARLEY!" oh, crap. Now he's mad.
I ran my tongue across the inside of my mouth, tracing the scars I gave myself. They were my proof of loyalty to him. He told me that they were beautiful, that I was beautiful. I do love him. We are two of a kind, the Wild Card and the Harlequin.
I was his psychiatrist, back at… that place. The place he made me swear to never speak of. I was assigned to him, but in truth, they had already reserved my cell. They were banking on me becoming another one of their numbers, just like those other two poor bastards.
"Puddin…"
"Not now Harl."
"I really think you should see this…"
"Rrr…" he growled with impatience. I know he hated being interrupted when he was making explosives, but this was important!
"Look, down there." I pointed down on the dead-end of the alley. There, on the street, was a cop. The cop pulled out a radio and said something. I felt him get up and walk back to what he was doing. Momentarily, he was back, now dressed as an ordinary person you might see on the street.
"I'll be right back" he said, and pulled a hood up over his head. Then, he was gone. Then I saw him down on the street a little while later. Him and the pig talked some, then something was said to make the cop panic. My puddin laughed, and slashed his mouth right open…
I opened my eyes. It was too bright out. But this is what I get for spending most of the last three months living at night. He's not here, but I know where he'll be.
I force my self to wake up the rest of the way, and groggily decide to see if the rats ate last night's leftovers. I'm not wearing my war paint, but that doesn't matter. For the sake of recognition, I pull on my hat and blindly go off on the quest for coffee and stale pizza.
It's three-thirty. I'm bored out of my skull, waiting for him to return. He does this sometimes, leaves without telling me. I shudder as the sound of an explosion hits me. That's probably him. There's a pillar of smoke, and sires. Then another explosion. I smile. Chaos reigns, and order falls under anarchy. Today is a day for…
BOOM.
(A/N: This is as of right now a oneshot. I may add on more if inspiration strikes me. Reviews help speed up the inspiration process, FYI)