AN: I aint even sorry. Just a quick little warm up to help me get back into the flow of things.
What can be said to the abundance of animosity?
The scratches on the floor remain even after the screaming has long since run its course. The blood on the walls stained from my wrath glared back tauntingly. Broken furniture lay strewn across the living room. Splinters were but a consolation prize now. My sweet one lay curled up among the wreckage. Harley Quinn….so damn sweet. With a heart of gold and a soul made of sugar she seemed invincible to the demons that guarded my heart.
I wanted to kill her...end it all..erase her very existence from this living Hell. Even as my poisoned mind raged on, liquid fire fueling its course, I could not think. My battered heart was no more victim than my hands...hands that could do nothing but destroy.
On good days I face the world with a smile on my face and a cutie in my arms. On bad days I lumber out of bed with the sweet lure of chaos and a Harley trailing tearfully behind. I smile anyway-smile as the blood of a Gotham citizen splatters onto the concrete. If a gun is fired and there's no one there to see it was it ever fired at all?
How did it come to this, tell me Harlez. Tell me dammit! You made me like this….made me want you. Made me the fire that I am. There was no room for two on this bed, not money enough for more than one mouth, not passion enough for more than silent fucks between soiled bedsheets.
But there was pain enough for more than one heart.
Fuck it, there's still pain enough- pain enough for more than two hearts. But you're managing. And you take it. Accept every blow...every spit in the face with the same heart of gold. And every time we make love afterwards you peel away another layer of hate from my heart. Your voice soothes frenzies in my mind and eyes melt my bloodstream, frozen over by hate.
So what can be said? For no excuse can possibly amend what I have broken.
My temper is foul, my mind is weak.
I am THE Agent of chaos a Clown Prince of Crime. I dominate this city, Death has long since handed over the reins to me. But without a doubt you're the most powerful woman in this city. You with your stupid date nights and the pathetic pink bows on our anniversary gifts. You who rules over nothing-nothing but my heart anyways.