A/N: This is my first one-shot/story for this couple. It's in Joker's POV. Reviews are welcome. I'll take all the comments, even if it'll hurt...alright enjoy...i guess
Years ago…
I remember when the idiot killed her. She was right next to me until he aimed the gun and pulled the trigger. She dropped down like the clumsy, useless dame she was. I ran towards the jackass and stabbed him repeatedly until the lights of his eyes left him. The last thing he saw was my blood-red smile. I drowned his body in the harbor the same night too.
Then I returned to my harlequin. I remember her last words. "I love you, puddin'". That was when I felt her pulse stop. She stopped bleeding and breathing.
My Harley died just before our anniversary…yes I do remember the first time we met. I also remember every moment we spent in that hell hole and out- our first kiss was when I finally broke her mind, when she finally became mine.
It was hard for people to believe that she loved me. Doctors called it a sick obsession; I called it her love and appreciation for me. Pammie said it's a horrible, abusive relationship, I say that we were two of a kind and whatever brings satisfaction to her "engine". "Don't you want to rev up your Harley?" It was a funny joke. Even Batman said she deserved better, well what could be better than a guy who can make her smile? Silly Bats. He never will get the jokes…until it hits him, literally!
I had taken Harley back to our hideout and laid her on our bed- or my bed. She looked so peaceful, so delicate. I wish she was sleeping but the bullet stood at her chest.
Eyes closed. Body was still. She's gone. My Harley is gone because of the asshole. She was mine to kill, mine to hurt, mine to damage, in the end she would come back perfect but now she can't because of that stupid thug, that idiot!
Days had passed since the dame's death. Damn her for making me feel this way. This pain in my chest just won't go away. I hadn't made a simple plan in days. Why the hell am I feeling this way? What is the feeling? Fear? I haven't seen Jonathan since my last capture. I'm already declared insane, how more insane can I get? The stupid, useless annoying woman…
Love? No. It can't even be guilt. I can't love the dame! She is just a damn doll! These stupid feelings can't let me think for a single moment!
"Harley! I know you can god damn hear me so listen very close, you little brat. You should have blocked the bullet but you couldn't. I don't care how much you tell me, I DO NOT LOVE YOU! You hear me?!" I yelled at the empty room to only be replied with her voice.
"I hear you loud and clear, sir, but you can't deny your love for me. accept it puddin'. I love you always, Mistah J…goodbye"
I replied, "DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE ME HARLEY! D-don't leave…me…"
-Today-
I'm at her grave. I place a bright red rose, replacing the black dead ones. It's funny. I never thought anyone else would kill my doll but me. I created her after all. No one couldn't get the joke like her. She always got the joke. She always got the punchline. She's always my special Clown Princess. My Harley Quinn. And as much as I hate to admit it, I love her smile. I love her laugh. I love those baby blue eyes. And most importantly, I love her.
She's my favorite joke to my punchline.
A/N: I can't believe i wrote that...alright hit me.