Smile For Me

'A little fall of rain can hardly hurt me now'


"What have you done?"

With trembling knees she takes another step back, sidestepping the blood on the ground.

"Puddin...!" She kneels by his side, waiting for him to laugh and tell her to get up again. But he isn't smiling, his eyes are wide and open. Empty, expressionless, watching her.

She grabs his shoulders violently and presses their faces tightly together, his cold lips smearing red on hers. His breathing is faint and strained. She strokes his face as her chest tightens, the blood in her veins turning into acid.

Harley stands up again. Her eyes are set on the terrified police officer in front of them. Her knuckles turns white around the handle of her revolver. Her sight is blurry but her muscles are made of steel. She is going to kill every last one of them, tear them apart piece by piece. No one is going to walk out of here alive.

None of cowardly police is begging for her life, with the brick wall against her wall. Harley's voice is close to cracking again, but the fury is building up behind her eyes, spreading through her veins. She's going to hit every vital organ at least once.

"How dare you hurt him?"

She hears voices from behind, the police back-up has arrived. Now she is cornered.

"Drop your weapon or we'll shoot."

Harley fires.


"Puddin… it will be alright, won't it?"

She kneels by his side and the blood runs like a river, coloring the ground in a symphony of patterns, running down with the slight tilt of the pavement. Maybe all of Gotham will have red water tonight.

She is bruised, covered in dirt and blood, and her heart is thumping with all of her agony. She feels the Puddin collar around her neck, reminding her what she lives for. She will never take it off again.

She touches his skin, always so cold, his hand rests in both of hers. "P-p-puddin!"

She quivers and shakes. Big icy blue eyes filled with oceans, she tries to hold it back, keep it together. He wouldn't want her to cry, no, no. Just smile.

But she can't, and she hates herself for it.

She has a cut above her eyes and it keeps her sight from getting too clear. This was how he wanted to go out, dramatically, with flair. His purple coat makes nice contrast to the all the red. It's a show, just like he wants it to be. That's all he ever wanted in the end. A bullet through his body, just to remind the world that he isn't immortal after all. The most noble way to die - wounded in battle.

"Harley."

Her breath gets stuck in her throat when he finally speaks. He frowns and she leans over his body, grasping him.

"Smile for Daddy."

She forces her dry, broken lips to stretch, despite the tears clouding her vision. She sits by his side, his body sprawled on the ground next to her.

She grasps his hand, feeling the golden ring on his fourth finger, symbolizing their union. Symbolizing them. She presses his hand against her cheek.

When his eyes go empty, she latches on to him in trembling gasps, pressing her body to him. Her entire world, her beginning and her end.

She lets go of him and her body tumbles down by itself, next to him on the wet pavement. Everything is fading, dimming. She has seen those bright white lights before.

Bleeding out feels painless, her body is drowsy and tired, yet light-headed at once. Even the voices are silent, holding their breaths.

She turns her head and kisses him, feels his cold cold lips on her face. She can't keep her eyes open to focus on him. Heavy raindrops hits her face, and she feels the makeup smearing, running down her cheeks and chin, dropping onto her skin.

She laughs weakly, her hand entangling with his. It's a bliss indeed. He is smiling, the light blue of his eyelids shining when he closes them. She feels it.

She will smile for him, of course she will. She is his Harley-girl, his doll, his partner.

Even when his body is since long cold and unmoving, the last breath leaving him, she is by his side, and that's just the best way to go out. When Batsy finds them they will be in perfect stillness, prepared to be buried side by side somewhere. Leaving behind a scene that no one will ever forget, burned police cars and officers strewn out across the street.

So she lays beside him, the rain grows heavier and she is welcoming it, her hand tightening around his.

She smiles because he would want her to.

Fin.