And there she was... lying on the hard concrete ground surrounded by garbage and useless things, just like she felt in that moment.
Just seconds ago, the man she loved, the man she thought deep inside of him, behind his mask, behind the character he played, loved her, just shoved her out of a building's window.
Blood was flowing out of her head, she felt dizzy and hurt, but the pain she was suffering the most was the feeling of heartbroken, the betrayal she felt.
She tried to get up, her legs felt numb and so did her arms and body. Did she really want to get up? Did she really want to to keep on living?
With a pained look on her face, and a broken body, she tried to call out on somebody.
- He...lp...h...el...p...
She called with no reply. She tried that for a few more minutes, but her body and mind couldn't take it, then, slowly, she started to let go. "maybe it's for the best" she said to herself "maybe it's time to go" said again before feeling her vision went black and all her senses stopped working.
She woke up feeling a breeze on her face, soft and refreshing, and a slightly floral breath before the pain struck her. Her ribs hurt, like no other time. She then tried to move her arms, to touch her face, they hurt too, her arms, even the tip of her slender fingers.
Carefully her fingers traced her face, touching the cuts, and the bandages she had, feeling dried blood on them, she pressed her fingers on the wounds, they hurt, but nothing was worse than her internal pain, the pain in her heart, those wounds only reflect the state of her heart, the real condition it had. Broken, bleeding, hurt, full of pain.
Her eyes felt humid, some single tears started to fall, slowly drifting to the edges of her face. A wept tried to escape her mouth, before than happened, she heard a door open, and graceful steps coming closer to her.
Tilted her head and saw her only true friend, the one that was always there for her.
- Red!
She said. Letting her tears now run freely.
- Don't over do Harley, you are still healing, not healed.
Said Ivy, trying to hold her tears in her eyes, not wanting to make Harley cry even more.
- I don't want to know Harley, I really don't... So please, don't tell me, because this time, this time he will not live if you tell me.
She said with visible pain in her words, she was mad, hurt, sad, but she was most of all hurt, hurt for her friend.
Ivy took Harley's hand from her face, and hold her.
- I won't this time Red... Not this time...
Said Harley trying to avoid eye contact with her loved friend, trying to hold in her tears but failing to do so.
Ivy sighed and carefully embraced Harley. Rubbing her hair with care, trying not to mess up the bandages.
- How did you find me?
Said Harley with her face on Ivy's chest and holding onto her shirt.
- A mutual friend called me, wanted to protect you from him.
Replied Ivy while caressing Harley's hair.
- Who?
Harley insisted, now backing her head and watching Red in the eyes.
- You know...
Replied Ivy tilting her head, like it was so obvious to guess.
- Nigma?
Said Harley with a confused look on her face, and squinty eyes.
- What!? No! Harley, the Bat, it was the bat...
Replied Ivy, with a stern look on her face.
- Okay, okay... don't get mad at me please.
Said Harley with an embarrassed look.
- It's okay Harley, it wasn't an easy guess to be honest...
Said Ivy while taking Harley's face in her hands.
- It really wasn't...
Said Harley trying to speak while Ivy was holding her face.
Ivy energetically stood up and put her arms on her swinging hips.
- I made you lunch! Delicious baby carrots and some vegetable soup for the suffering child!.
- I'm not really hungry Red, I'm sorry, can you save it for tomorrow?
Ivy nodded and left a soft kiss on Harley's forehead.
Harley closed her eyes and gave her a soft smile.
- I want to sleep a little longer...
Said while positioning on the bed and putting her face on the pillow, while she slowly close her eyes.
- Good night Harley...
Said Ivy while closing the door and leaving her to at least dream of something nice.
He angrily slammed the door, threw his jacket to his goons, and growled.
- Go away before I kill you all!
His goons saw him stomp his way to his room, and leaving them with another slammed door.
- What happened this time?
His goons wondered while walking away from the hideout, leaving their boss, mad and alone with his thoughts.