Everything was so surreal. Surreal and disorienting. There he stood not even a foot away. The silence got louder and louder until it was almost unbearable. The darkness that crowded her mind brought her to her knees in front of him. His eyes followed her but he stayed perfectly still. Her heart shattered into a million pieces as the tears began to fall. She couldn't believe it. He told her that if this happened he'd make her leave. That babies weren't in his life plan. "Get. Out." He hissed. But she couldn't move. He reached down and picked her up by her neck. "You and that little shit can go live on the streets." He said as he dragged her to the front door. "If you come back I'll kill you both." The door creaked open and he pushed her out into the freezing snow. She felt the door slam more than she heard it. Once again on her knees crying she realized that if she didn't find somewhere to go her and the baby would freeze to death.
When she arrived at Poison Ivy's place she was ready to pass out and accept her fate. She'd been walking barefoot in only her thin night gown. It was when she knocked on the door when she realized how frozen her fingers were. Harley prayed that she wasn't in Arkham. After ten long minutes she kicked the door out of frustration. She screamed and checked to make sure her toes were still there. Snow started falling about this time. She walked around for a while and spotted a payphone. Last chance to survive... she thought as she made her way throught the already ankle deep snow.
"A child?" Your child. "We don't know that." J she loves you. No matter what you've done to her she stuck around. And because you wanna be thick headed and refuse your own child you just cast the only people who will ever truly love you out into the snow to freeze to death. "How do you know that it would 'love' me?" "It" is your child. "We still dont know that for sure." You think she's stupid enough to cheat on you?
The only sound he could hear was his shoes hitting the concrete. His make-up ran down his face as he walked throught the snow. When his make up ran it made him look scarier in a way. Crazier if he said so himself. "Why am I running to find Harley?" He scowled to himself. She was with the weed. Crying her heart out probably. Get over it Harls. Babies dont belong in this city. He continued walking the familiar path as his mind drifted. He stopped in front of a not so busy bar. Quick drink couldn't hurt. He pushed throught the doors and was enveloped in the welcoming warmth. He sat down at the bar and looked up at the small tv. Vicki Vale was up on the screen talking about something that he couldn't nor wanted to hear. "Gimme a bourbon." He said to the bartender. "You know what? Just gimme the whole bottle. Wrap it up in a paper bag and I'll be on my way." He said knocking on the bar. "Sir, this isn't an ABC-" The bartender started. He pulled out his switchblade and looked up at him. "I said," he began as the bartender dropped his glass. "Give me the fucking bourbon. Wrap it up nice and pretty or you'll leave tonight wrapped in a body bag." He said slowly making sure the bartender understood. "Yessir."