I heard the door slam and pulled the covers tight around me. I thought to myself, Will tonight be the night he hold to his word? I quickly removed the thought from my head as there was nothing I could do about it either way. The sounds of his footsteps grew louder as the smell of sweat mingled with blood filled the air. I held perfectly still has he slowly pulled the covers down. He struggled with something in his pocket, but only for a second.
I felt the sting of the ice cold blade on my back, slowly teasing and tickling its way up. He bent down and traced what felt like a circle from where the blade had just left. I let out a small sigh of relief, Tonight is not the night, I repeated to myself.
He tensed ever so slightly and drove the blade in the middle of the circle. I threw my chest out and my head and screamed, as he grabbed me by the hair and pulled my neck all the way back. He pressed the blade to my throat. He tested the pressure and my reactions, drawling blood three times. My silent tears began to flow; he reached up and touched one, mixing it with my blood. He slowly bent down to my ear as if to kiss me but instead he said in his deep, almost raspy voice:
"Tonight is not your night, Harley, but I promise you that it will come."
With that he closed the door behind him, and he left my apartment and me to bandage his only signs of affection.
Thanks for reading guys. I had this posted on another site for a while, until someone directed me here. This is one of my first pieces, but I plan to continue with an origin story. I have also decided to not read any other Batman works here to prevent me from taking too much inspiration. Please, let me know what you think!