He's Gone
Because Harley Quinn's reaction was too played down in it, I wanted to make a oneshot of how the aftermath of this should've, could've, would've gone.
SPOILERS! Seriously, don't read, if you haven't played the whole game or watched the whole walkthrough.
He's gone...
He's gone...
He's gone...
The words were playing over and over in my head, but I couldn't, wouldn't believe them! Even though he carried him all the way out of the city. Even though he was motionless and he wasn't blinking or breathing or speaking...
I was waiting, my heart was pounding with excitement, with fear, with hope. Then the doors opened. I shoved aside a thug to look at my Puddin', an immortal. But it wasn't him, it wasn't how I wanted to see him, it wasn't the way I wanted. But that's how it is, isn't it? Little Miss Pushover Stupid Harley Quinn doesn't get what she wants... ever. I didn't believe it at first. How could I? I was expecting him to jump out of the Bat's arms and start laughing, like he always does. He didn't, he never would laugh again.
*Scream*
I did scream, after we were hauled out of the city. In my cold cell, all alone. I screamed, screamed, and screamed. I screamed until my voice was gone, until my throat was bleeding, until I fell asleep screaming. There were times when I still didn't believe he was gone. I would wake up and ask a doctor if Mr. J had a message for me... They all gave me the same look of pity and sympathy. I didn't want pity. I wanted my Puddin' back.
The worst part is, he didn't know, he would never know. About his kid... His son. It had to be son, it had to be! He would've liked a son. The doctor's are taking special care of me now. Because I'm pregnant I get special meals, special workouts, special medicine, special tests, special everything. Throughout it all, I wanted to keep screaming. Everytime he kicked me, I wanted to scream for Mr. J, for the kid who would never teach, would never know, would never see, would never feel.
I cry all the time, I really do. Even when people don't think I am, I am. The makeup is gone, so you can't tell, but at the same time I am really good with coverup. At night I cry the most, because I will never feel his arms around me again. Even though he treated me like shit, even though he thought of me as entertainment and a second-rate sidekick, I loved him, I loved him through it all. And he loved me, right? No, I shouldn't think like that! He did, he did love me!
*Sobs*
Time passes, I never got over it. Never. "Batman, it's all your fault," I whisper. "It's your fault, you killed him!"
The tear trails are now very perminent. "Your fault, your fault."
The baby cries for me. I sigh and move to the cradle. "Ssshh, sshh," I coo. "Hush little baby, don't say a word, mama's gonna kill for you the whole damn world."
And I will, I will kill the Bat, I'll make him pay for what he did to me and my Jr. Puddin'.