Author notes: Alright so this is my first story, I've previously uploaded to JokerxHarley .net, but I've edited it a little because I wasn't really happy with it. So let me know what you think, I love reviews! Helpful criticism appreciated.
I don't own any of the characters, just writing about them.
"Get off me! What are you doing?! What is that?!" Harley cried and thrashed about as Carsen pulled out a syringe filled with a sparkling silver serum and held it at her throat. They stood at the edge of the roof, inches away from the dip that meant certain death.
"Oh Harley, don't worry. You're gonna be fine. I promise baby." He replied, his grip on her waist tightening. "It won't hurt, that bad."
"Let go of her Carsen!" Batman yelled through clenched teeth. He, (to an extent) did care for Harley; he did care if she got hurt. She was just a sick woman who was corrupted by a deranged psychopath. It wasn't her fault, not entirely. The poor girl had just lost her husband and unborn child. It was understandable why she had such a breakdown and turn to the one person she thought she could trust, the one person she thought loved her. That didn't mean she deserved to die because of the things she did wrong.
"Sorry Batman, but I can't do that. Harley needs me, and I need her. We're one now. She needs this!" Carsen yelled moving the syringe closer to Harley's throat. It was only an inch away now, threatening to enter her pulsing vain. The sharp needle brushed against her skin ever so slightly, causing goose bumps to creep onto her body. She stopped thrashing, scared that if she did she'd be pricked.
"Alex please stop, you don't want to do this! I love you, I've always loved you. Please, don't do this Alex!" Harley pleaded, hoping that maybe if she told him what he wanted to hear he wouldn't kill her, or worse, poison her.
"Harley!" Ivy yelled, finally appearing on the dark roof of Wayne Enterprises. "Don't move baby, you're gonna be okay. I promise!"
"No, I don't think she will be!" Carsen growled at the redhead as syringe punctured Harley's neck and emptied into her bloodstream.
"No!" Batman and Ivy screamed, both lunging towards Carsen and Harley.
Batman had reached them first, his gloved hand reaching for Carsen as Ivy ran towards a wobbling Quinn. Batman griped the collar of Carsen's shirt and pulled him to face level, as the man was slightly shorter than the Caped Crusader.
"What was in the syringe Carsen?!" He yelled. Harley's face was turning a pale sick color as she struggled to stand.
By the time Ivy grabbed her hand she was falling. She heard a load scream and in the blink of an eye, Harley's soft ivory skin was gone.
Ivy tried to save her, her hands reached out to grab her again, but it was no use. Ivy watched as her best friend (and sometimes lover) fell to the cement floor. She felt her rage grow inside as she saw her friend lay on the ground, a large pool of blood forming around her lifeless body, her head smashed into chunks of brain, blood, bone and hair. Even at that high of a height Ivy could still see Harley's body perfectly, Harley's big cloudy blue orbs frozen with fear, her usually rosy cheeks drained of all color, her lips matching her snow white skin tone.
Ivy had hopped it was all a dream, hopped it was just Jonathan yanking her chain, or the clown playing a nasty prank on her… but she wasn't stupid, no, she knew better.
It was finally the end of Harley Quinn.