The diamond that glinted on her finger was bigger than she'd ever seen. It was very pricey too. She could see her eye reflected in it, if she looked close enough. 'This is it,' she thought, 'this proves that he loves me.' She grinned and held it to the light, so it would cause light to dance around the dank room. Her sweet clown had come back from a jewellery shop robbery with a present for her. He had wrapped it all up with a bow and everything. If he didn't love her, this precious jewel wouldn't be resting on her thin finger. She had gushed and thanked him, while he smiled and bowed, 'my princess deserves the best.' His charming words still wound themselves around her brain.
"Harley?" There was a gentle tap on the door.
"Come innn!" She squealed, beaming.
The door opened and one of the clowns came in, he wasn't the usual muscle. This one was smart. She had been wary of him from the start. 'Hound' was what the others called him because he was the Joker's spy almost. He crawled around to give him inside information, like a loyal dog. "What do ya want?" She asked, suspiciously. J could have sent him to see if she was enjoying her new present. The thought made her nervous. Was she showing it enough love? She flashed it in Hound's face, "look what my puddin' got. Isn't it the most beautiful diamond you've ever seen?" She beamed.
"Uh. Sure. But"
"I absolutely adore it! I love it so much!" She continued, her voice higher than usual.
"Harley…"
She stopped, breathless, "what did ya want again?"
"Mr Joker has cancelled the dinner. He has other plans he needs to attend to."
Her face crumpled, "oh." Her hand fell limply to her side, "what other plans?"
"Something to do with Batman. He didn't give me specifics. He was very excited and ran around the place, like he'd just cracked the Da Vinci code."
She nodded numbly and lowered herself onto the bed. It was like he had never planned to go to dinner and the diamond was an apology in advance. The diamond suddenly felt like it was crushing her hand. "You can go, Hound." She said, before she lost it completely.
He nodded and left. She angrily ripped the diamond off of her hand and flung it at the wall. It bounced off and rolled across the floorboards. She never wanted to see it again. She threw herself back onto the bed and wailed like a banshee. She wanted to break something, someone. She grabbed the lamp from the bedside table and wacked it against the wall. The light cut out and shards of glass rained over her. She hit it again and again until there was nothing left but the wooden stand. Her hand was bleeding where the glass had nicked it but she angrily threw it at the floor anyway. She just wanted to spend time with her love! Couldn't he see that? He just wanted Batman! Well, what if she killed him instead? She knew that her sweet puddin wouldn't. She giggled, she would have him all to herself, with no distractions. She brushed the glass from her hand, she'd have to get that pesky bird first and then she would know for sure that her Joker loved her because he'd praise her so much and maybe even take her somewhere romantic. She smiled at the thought. He loved her. He was just distracted. Her wonderful clown.
Her bedroom door swung open and she swivelled around to see Hound looking at the shattered glass. He must have never left, she muttered. She knew then, that the Joker must have sent him to keep an eye on her. "I'm not a child." She stated. He ignored her and unplugged the remains of the lamp. "I don't need to be babysat." He opened the window and dropped it outside. "Don't ignore me!" She stamped her foot.
He stared at her, "you act like a five-year-old most of the time."
She pouted, "I do not!" 'Maybe that's why J is too busy for you. He doesn't have time for your childish games.' A nasty voice said in her head. "Do I?" She asked a loud, suddenly not so sure.
He chuckled, "you're like a bratty five-year-old who's daddy won't let her play."
She pouted again. Was she really? She'd show him how much of an adult she could be. "I'm going to kill the Batman. And Robin." She said in a rush. "And anybody that gets in my way."
He looked at her for a while. Sizing her up. His face broke into a smile. "I'm sure."
"You'll see." She said.
Hound moved towards the door, "I'll be back to clean up the glass."
"No. Leave it. I'll do it." She had to show she could at least do that.
"As you wish." And he was gone.
"Stupid dog" she muttered, itching her bleeding hand.
