Her bleached white face was shining under the cold teal light… - I've seen this look very recently as well… (You should SEE her face when I grabbed her neck) – Thursday nights are for fun here in "Mr. J"'s lab. I had her tied to the stretcher, still wearing her good ol' smile shirt, stained with grey and a few little holes on it. Those wide-opened blue eyes were almost POPPING out her head! – You should've seen it, you really should, it was…FANTASTIC! Amusing indeed… To see Harley surrender so easily into my control.
It does get tiring after a while to only fight and fight Batman. A little sporty competition is very good every once in a while, but a clown must be given a laugh. Just a little laugh. A crowd that will cheer and die KILL for just a little show in the night. Isn't that right, Harley?
Oh, you thought I wouldn't know you were reading this? I know everything about you, Harley…You just can't run away from me… Not anymore. Not once you're in here, darling, you…You are mine. I know everything about you, Quinn. Every STEP you take, I am the shadow, every BREATH you take, I am the oxygen – Of course, unless you're running out of oxygen, what can also be…attributed to me, right? -.
Why so serious, sweetheart? Cat got your tongue? Or was that "Red", as you call her, hmm? And I know you won't run away…You always come back to me. Always. – It doesn't matter how much I INSIST there's NO NEED TO, but – Oh…What would I do without you, my little one? I'd have no one to torture, to torment, to kiss and to hurt and… Well, I mean, I never really run out of victims, but…What's the fun if the crowd doesn't laugh?
You get the joke, Harley. I like those who get the joke. Now laugh. Go on. Laugh. I'm watching you, you know I am. Yes, like that. Now you will lay down, and do as I say, won't you?
- SHUT UP, HARLEY! – He said. His voice was like thunder just breaking through the windows. – Don't you do it…
- I won't cry, Mr. J, I promise! – I said.
- Yes, you will… - He opened his red, wide smile as he raspidly laughed while leaning towards me. He stopped. – I'll make sure of it.
A cold metal shine caught my big bright eyes, as the lamp right above my head moved to show my face.
- You will die tonight, Harley… - He said. – And I will hang your pretty corpse right here. – He showed me the pale cold wall, and in 5 seconds he bursted into laughter. – You stupid little girl! Of course I won't kill you! What would I do without my pretty little…Princess Clown of Crime? No one to hurt with a smile on their faces! They never smile… You smile, in fact a lot. I like you. Got that little…Sick sense of humor of mine that we share.
I smiled back to those huge green eyes. He didn't carve a smile on my face, he needed no knife. Only the presence of my Puddin is reason enough to keep me smiling…Forever.
That SMILE of hers! Indeed, those pretty red lips, stained from a kiss like blood on her mouth, gosh… Isn't she just…adorable? I might really love a crowd, but darling, I also enjoy to perform every now and then for a more…exclusive audience..
I had her there, trembling as I gently slided the knife through her body.
- Harley… - I needed no threats but the tone of my voice.
- Y-yes, Mr. J? – She was shaking even in her voice, that sweet, sweet child.
- What is this? – I smiled as I touched her, my fingers slowly wetting.
- N-nothing, Mr. J… - She tried to drift away. (They always think they can. Fun fact: they never can!)
- Nothing? It does look very, very fun down here… - She shivered as I laughed. I leaned over her, pressing the knife onto her hips as I kissed those bloody lips – she tasted like candy and fear. I like fear. Fear is…Fun, isn't it? – You're trembling, sweetheart. Why so serious, darling? – I opened my smile big and wide, but they NEVER LAUGH! The kids always cry, what a sad life a clown leads! – It's not like I'm gonna hurt you, is it? – I couldn't hold my laughs back, her eyes (You should've SEEN IT!) were absolutely priceless, may I say… I took the knife to her shirt, letting a sweet muffled moan come out of my little chess piece's mouth, in complaint.
You know the problem with people? They are so ANNOYING. They are always attached to stupid things that will eventually fade away. So why bothering? The shirt was already ruined anyway, so why ruin all the fun?
- Don't worry, Harley dear… You won't be needing these much longer – I laughed.
He had his knife stripping me down, just a little ceremony before stripping my skin.
Why let's not be so tragic, right, Harley?
It was my FAVORITE SHIRT, OKAY?
She was there, so preciously fragile in my hands, a little…venetian clown, a pretty porcelain jester… You just give it a little push to the edge of the table and CRACK! Everything is gone! Just tiny fragments of their past now gathered on your palms.
Her face was…Beautiful, absolute caos! Her hot tears rolling down those huge round corners of her eyes, as I carved again her cheek with a heart and a smile. – Now, you see, there's no point I'd really disfigure such a beautiful face, I didn't need to! She was already naturally smiling when I came in. And she still. Wouldn't. Stop.
I took her clothes off as I stared at her naked body (What a wonderful view, may I say), pressed against the stretcher with those beautiful leather stripes, contrasting her bleached skin so well under the cold light. She was helpless, scared. Oh my, I always had indeed a thing for…damsels in distress. But why be a knight when I can be the dragon in the tower, hm? It's way more FUN when there's fire and caos, isn't it?
She started to quiver as I slowly took my clothes off. You see, it's absolutely LOVELY to see the look in their eyes when they think of the worst! "Will he kill me?" "Will I die?" "Will he hurt me?" It's absolutely HILARIOUS to see all their expectations completely shattered in the most epic sight of randomness! They just cannot speak! Just a little change of plans and BOOM! The whole world shuts up and cries in the face of unpredictability!
Just like her face when my long, slender fingers went caressing her cheek. She thought I would hit her! Can you believe it? Absurd, I tell ya! It is no fun to go straight to the joke without a little…backstory now, isn't it?
I laughed at the sight of her frightened, teary eyes, as I slowly turned my hand to a FIST in her NECK! And she moaned, that sweet child…such lovely sounds I could almost hear the laughter. Or was that me? OH NEVERMIND!
I spread her legs…And by this time she was already dying in excitement and anticipation - You should see her expression when I nearly JUMPED on top of her! - (Though yes, the knife did shake a little bit, but a scar or two out of planned is just the fun of breaking routine!) THAT'S WHEN I HIT HER (Just a little pain before the pleasure now, we wouldn't things going too out of plan, would we?) just to finally slide in as she screamed.