This is my first fanfic so it isn't the best but I will try to write better. English is not my mother language so don't be mad if there are some grammar errors. This is a multi-chapter story and I'll try to write second chapter fast. I hope that you'll like this fanfic.
I'm in prison, in my cell, my cage, again.
I have not been here in a while, or so it seemed.
We saved the world, we did not get much.
Deadshot got the right to visit his daughter, Crock got TV, but I...
I lost more than I will ever get. I got a bed, book and espresso machine, but I lost the most important person in my life: my Puddin.
I still remember the night when I, Harley Quinn, was born, like it was yesterday.
Even before he asked anything I knew I will live and die for him, I will kill anyone without any question, for him.
I just needed to prove him that, now.
I remember his breath, his lips so close to mine, his scent, his serious face, these deep green eyes. I remember how I stood on the edge, watched the huge containers full of chemicals. I knew that they were deep, I knew that I would not be able to dive out, but I did not change my mind, I did not lapse for a second. I jumped and for a second everything went slow, I had a feeling that I will die, but I also had a strange sense of calm. Something in me knew that J will come back for me if he cared enough about me, but in the moment of fall that did not matter to me.
I proved him my loyalty.
I remember the prickling sensation of the skin which was getting worse whit every moment. My skin was burning, every piece of my body was in pain. I slowly lost consciousness. Dazed from pain and lack of air I felt I was being pulled to the surface...
-No!
-NO!
-NOO!
-Don't..!
-Nope!
- S-T-O-P!
-AAAaa!
In my head, I hear a symphony of screaming voices that interrupted my fantasy.
Usually, I hear them five and we get along, but now I hear more than five, much more than five.
-NOOO!- now I start to scream. Let me think about my Puddin.
Please.
But no, they continue, they scream, shout, cry, and because of them I have a headache.
And then I heard something strange. I hear one unusually quiet, soothing voice.
-I wish I could make them think about him some more...- she says and then begins to sob.
Now, I know who is she. It is Harleen. She was here until I pushed her back that night. I always hear her in the background, she mostly talks smart things and opposes my decisions, but now I see we have something in common:
Both of use misses him more than anyone else.
Slowly I allow her to break to the surface, only slightly, to hear her better.
And then, for the first time ever in this cage, I let silent, hot tears running down my face to the pillow.