A short almost-drabble. Opening scene to something much, much longer. Just thought I'd upload this first little bit.
(Expect more within the next week or so!)
"Mr. J is gone. He's gone. My puddin' is gone." Harley sobs into her palms, no longer caring even to wipe her tears. The words are butchered, only making their way out amidst her constant weeping. Her white, clownish face paint is now completely distorted, smudged and running down to her jawline. Her hands lower toward her stomach, cradling her belly as she begins to sing.
"Hush little baby, don't say a word. Mama's gonna kill for you the whole damn world." Harley's sing-songy voice ceases, and she finishes her vow to the unborn child inside of her, "...starting with the Bat, of course." A laugh escapes her, although there's not a hint of humor to be found anywhere in her entire being. Her laugh is angry and full of hatred, the sound almost comparable to the bark of a dog.