Harley Quinn's Revenge
He pulled against the ropes on his arms and legs
The wooden chair under him creaked slightly
But stayed strong under him
His green eyes flicked around the empty room
The bare light bulb flickered
Pulling him into darkness
Before blinding him with light
The light went out again and he heard the door open
She stepped in as the light turned back on
He stared at her as she set her purse on the floor
Flicking her blonde hair behind her, she looked back
"Hello Mr. J. It's been a long time, hasn't it?"
He nodded slowly, licking his lips nervously
She took a few steps, her slender legs inches from him
A smile flickered across her face
"Still wearing that drab purple suit?"
She picked a piece of lint from his collar, touching his throat
He flinched away from her hand
The lights flickered
Something flashed in her eyes and she punched him
His head snapped to the side
A droplet of blood hit the cement floor
She stepped back and pulled an apron from her purse
She pulled it over her white dress, tying it tightly
"What are you planning Harley?"
His voice was dry and cracked
His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth
She grinned as she pulled on a pair of leather gloves
"I'm going to make you scream Puddin'."
She adjusted a face mask over her smile, pulling out a rubber band
"You're going to feel every ounce of pain I felt
While I rotted in Gotham Asylum for three years."
She giggled
"Well, this will be much more concentrated."
She pulled out a syringe and rolled up his sleeve
Running her gloved hand down his arm
His arm got goosebumps
She knelt beside him and tightened the band above his elbow
"That wasn't my fault Harley."
She flicked the needle lightly, ignoring him
"Harley, you ran the other direction."
She set the needle down and stood over him
"You should have come back for me."
He couldn't help but laugh at her anger
She wouldn't hurt him
She couldn't
She punched him, Breaking his nose
She punched him again busting his lip
She hit him one last time, snapping his head back
The darkness pulled him back
The light pierced through his eyelids
A fire was burning through his blood, starting in his arm
He opened his eyes with a gasp, his eyes out of focus
She leaned down to kiss him, sucking on the cut
With a grin, she pulled away, loving the taste
Pulling the mask back over her mouth, she walked back to her purse
No, not her purse, the door
She stepped out and pulled in her favorite
Closing the door, she walked back over to him
He didn't see her eyes, crazed with revenge
He didn't see her hips sway in triumph
He didn't hear her giggles
All he saw was her hand, dragging the sledgehammer
All he heard was its scrapes on the floor
"The shot I gave you, Puddin'? Something new I had made."
She heaved the hammer up to her shoulder
"It heightens sensitivity, but prevents your body from passing out.
See?"
With a giggle, she swung the hammer.