Thank you so much for the response everyone. I wasn't quite sure what the response to Posie would be like since she's a little out there. Reviews and critiques are always welcome.
Sidenote: Trigger warning for anyone reading who may suffer from depression or suicidal thoughts. Throughout the story my OC heavily mentions wanting to die and/or suffer and I don't want to blindside anyone. Suicide isn't something I take lightly nor do I condone it. And if anyone needs a listening ear I'm always here.
Thanks for reading.
Resurrection
My arms clawed at the intangible as if permanent death were just beyond my grasp. I flailed upright, eyes watering as light seared into my vision. A once monochrome interior slowly became tinged with rich colors of champagne and deep oak. Between my ears was a loud shriek, a wail that could only be likened to pigs at slaughter. That too dissipated and was replaced by the steady bass of rap music reverberating off my skin like a throaty hum.
"That's one helluva magic trick," said Johnny Frost. He stood in the corner of what I finally realized was the VIP section of the Joker's club. He clapped his hands ceremoniously. "Never gets old."
My shoulders erupted in pain as two hands crashed upon them. Each finger was garbed in ornate rings like they were royalty. "And by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is air to. Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished." Heavily the Joker held me in his hands like I was his possession. A possession he'd be damned to let anyone else play with. "My girl here is a beautiful disaster. A tragedy so exquisite it's borderline Shakespearean."
Johnny played through his beard. "Either you're extremely lucky, lady, or did some fucked up shit and gotta pay for it."
To be honest I didn't know why I was the way I was. Nobody questioned why Superman could fly or why he could shoot lasers from his eyes. I didn't feel the need to delve into ramifications. It was what it was.
"Atropos herself couldn't find a pair of scissors sharp enough to snip her lifeline." Hopping over his couch, Joker sat directly beside me, hands motioning like a conductor whilst he spoke. "Death could ride in here sitting atop his pale horse and she wouldn't bat a lash."
"Is that a burger?" I asked, scrambling towards the plate of food sitting on the coffee table before me. Shoving fistfuls of food into my mouth, I felt actual tears swelling in their ducts. Eating would be one of the only things I'd miss once I finally stayed dead. Grilled cheese? More like, yes please!
"I'm sure you're a little jetlagged from your trip," Joker said. "Regain ya strength. I need you at peak condition tomorrow."
"Let me guess," I said, dipping my french fry into ketchup over and over. "That's when I do my favor for you."
"A favor entails there'd be a debt to be paid. This ain't one of those times." I frowned. He knew he called it a favor and wanted to be a dick about it. "This transcends appeasing me. This is a test of character." He slid my plate of food from me and went so far as to smash it to the ground when he saw me reach for it. "The company I keep has to be company worth keeping. You didn't think I could let you play with me without seeing what you were made of did you?"
"You just literally blew my brains out. You know better than anyone what I'm made of."
Johnny tried to assuage the situation. "He does it to all of us, Poinsettia. Think nothin' of it."
"You're all his personal asshole lickers. It's your job, not mine." I sneered. I didn't have to do a goddamn thing unless I wanted to. I didn't have to prove myself to anyone. "If you don't think I'm trustworthy then you can suck a fat one. This ain't even your idea anyway. This has Harley written all over it."
It was when he stood that I realized I'd already rose to my feet in an attempt of dominance. He stepped in my direction, closing the distance between us and forcing me to become entangled in the anger he exuded. It radiated off him like cheap cologne. "Repeat that for me one. More. Time."
If he wanted someone to fear him, I wasn't the right person for the role. "The part where I told you to choke on a dick? The part where I questioned your intelligence? Oooooooooooooh I know what you mean now. You want me to repeat that you're doing Harley's bidding. She's the actual king of Gotham and you're her lovesick puppy. Joke's on you." I laughed. "Harley har har har!"
"She really knows how to get my blood pumping, guys." He snatched me into his grasp. The roots of my hair I could feel ripping out by his grip against the back of my head. "I could sink my nails into the back of your skull and scrape out your brains until it was hollow. Then use it as a bowl each morning for my fruit loops."
"Bullshit," I spat. "Bare minimum my skull is worth a bowl of Lucky Charms."
My back hit the glass wall behind me so hard I heard it crunch with a crack. I smacked him and my fingers stung as soon as I did. Every metacarpal buzzed with pain, but it felt so good to put him in his place. His henchman didn't dare move and instead watched the fight. I think they knew that once someone other than the Joker laid a hand on me they were as good as dead.
He pulled the collar of my shirt so hard our noses touched. His icy eyes were consumed in flames and I'm sure he was conjuring every possible way he'd torture me. I pushed him away only to have my body fly along with his because he refused to let me go. We were attached at the hip and I weighed nothing to him by how my body flapped everywhere like a waterless fish. My head smacked the hardwood floor when he threw me to the ground. Someone flicked off the lightswitch in my head because darkness temporarily swept me away.
"Aww, you're upset," I mocked, giving in to the dizziness that ebbed over me. "Stick a knife in me then."
"Keep it up." He covered my body with his before I could leap to my feet. I writhed beneath him for freedom to no avail. He dipped lower onto me, sinking me further down, intertwining me into his heat. The tips of his green hair stroked my face and I balled my fist to keep from clawing at his back. "I'll fill you with more than just a knife."
"Puddin', have you seen my razorblade?" In walked Harley Quinn without a care in the world. Her steps were light and rhythmic as she bounced over shards of glass and overturned furniture. Neither one of us moved, but I noticed the Joker's eyes leave mine to watch his girlfriend's every action, following her like a fixated dog. She headed to the coffee table, picking up the item she'd been looking for. "Here it is. Them scumbags don't know how to keep their hands to themselves. It's like they want me to take their fingers from em."
Out she went.
I flipped Joker on his back, taking the upper hand. Harley caught him off guard and I wasn't gonna make the same mistake. Though my shirt was ruined because of him! My V-neck dipped so low that nothing was left to the imagination. Quickly I took the hand I originally intended to strangled him with and gathered the collar of my shirt, but to my chagrin it was too late. The Joker noticed, feasting on the sight of my breasts with a wiry smile on his face. I wanted to drink a cup of cyanide and claw my face off.
He dug into my waist and held me onto him. "Modesty ain't ya style."
The door opening again was the only thing to rip him from his stupor.
"Posie, you're back!" This time Harley only extended her head into the room. Her smile was cheeky and could illuminate all of Gotham. "Maybe you should put an icepack on ya head or somethin'. Or you can use the shower upstairs, you got a little blood right here." She pointed to her temple. "And here." Then her neck. "Kind of just everywhere."
"Marshmallow finally had puppies!" I said. "About time."
"Can we have one, J," she asked. "I gotta have one. They're too cute not to have."
"As many as you like."
She left him with a kiss floating in the air. "Muah!"
I'd never have what they had. Something real. Something that was consuming. I'd live forever alone. Sighing, I gave in and waved my tiny white flag. "What is it that you want."
"What is it that all cruel monsters are without?" He lifted himself up and I slid onto his lap. "A heart."
"Whose heart?"
I caught my reflection in his metal teeth. Truly I looked like I'd come back from hell with a vengeance.
"Bruce Wayne's."
