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Stronger (Kelly Clarkson)
It was a typical night in the dingy warehouse that the Joker and his band of idiotic assistants currently called 'home'. It had been fairly uneventful, sick of his scheming for one night the Joker had decided it was high time some havoc and devastation was wreaked upon the eerily optimistic town of Gotham. The plan was simple, fool proof! Simply set off a large gas bomb, kill anyone in the way and steal as much loot as possible from the nearby jeweller's store, but SHE had to mess things up! That doe-eyed, half-brained stupid slut of a sidekick had to drop the bomb in the wrong place! The Joker had to fight the urge to pound the girl's guts into lead, his ivory hand tightening round the gun in his hands, his entire body tense with pure rage.
That was 2 hours ago. Now Harley Quinn lay on the grimy warehouse floor of her make-shift bedroom, her hair was out of its usual jester hat and lay mattered around her face which was almost unrecognisable beneath the blood and bruises, large spatters of blood soaked into her costume, staining the fabric and small whimpers forced themselves from Harley's swollen lips. Her entire body was consumed by pure agony, every small shuffle felt like a thousand knives forcing themselves into Harley's skin, ripping and tearing as they went. The Joker was nowhere to be seen since he had punished his reckless assistant, he was probably brooding to himself in his 'office' while she lay, barely alive on the floor. Not as though he cared. Looking over at the small duffel bag that had once been filled with money after a bank heist Harley decided to shuffle over carefully to the pile of clothes stacked against the far wall, fighting back tears of pain and guilt she cradled the clothes in her lap, shuffling back over to the duffel bag where she began to pack.
Once her task was done she gingerly laid her hands on the bed and slowly lifter her broken body up until she was on her feet, wobbling slightly with the pressure. Slowly stepping over to the small sink Harley dabbed away all the blood and filth from her once beautiful complexion, examining the damage in a small, slightly cracked mirror. A few tears slid down her swollen cheeks as she turned to leave, her hands clenched by her sides. Not even bothering to leave Joker a note Harley sneaked out of the front door and wandered off into the dark Gotham night. She couldn't face his gloating as he told her she would be back the next day- she wouldn't! She was leaving for good, if he taught he'd got the best her, if he thought he'd had the last laugh then he was wrong.
'What doesn't kill you makes you stronger' Harley said to herself, standing a little taller, she wasn't lonely walking alone down the quiet streets, stopping outside a small, rundown game shop. Tapping three times on the window the young maniac awaited entrance, in the form of another younger woman dressed in green. Not needing any words to know what had happened the woman beckoned Harley inside. She had left Joker behind, she was starting over with someone new, she moving on over him, and she would come back swinging, because what doesn't kill her only makes her stronger!