Heartless.
Star-Crossed.
"She has been unlucky in love," said the Tin Woodman, "Like the rest of us."
-Gregory Maguire, Wicked
She remembers the past with swirling colors of blue, red and green.
Green...like the color of toxic. Toxic the smell of acid, and acid was her ichor.
"I do."
Foolish, little Harley Quinn.
Green... the color of his hair. Not his real one though, he would have dye his hair already before any of them notice the brownish roots growing in his head. But Harley perceives it first, even before he knew.
She wonders why he'd stuck to green. Colors mostly represent an attitude or a prospect symbol. That's what the uppity bitch knows. White is for peace, red for passion, purple for royalty, and all those connections whatsoever, but it have so many meanings that white is also for death, red for bloodshed and purple can also be of devotion.
Green, however, is more than money. More than a shade of a leaf, so much more than a new watered grass. It is life.
Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.
Green is renewal of life. Like the steaming acid below.
Is that what you say to yourself when you decided to jump into your doom?
Stop...
Blue was the color of her blouse before she became what she is right now. The final skin of Harleen Quinzel before the acid angrily gnawed at it. It burned; the acid touched her and blazed her whole being like a fire and electricity were cursing through her in and out, they burned, so goddamned hot, as was his kiss when he gave life to her. His kiss is the bliss to her raging pain as the acid kissed her too.
They mixed up so easily and prettily in that bath of theirs. And ever since that night, a huge part of her is in trait of him. She was reborn.
She is like him now.
Their blood is not the color of red, but of yellow and made of acid.
The memory was kept inside the very back of her mind, recollections of the other her, to bury them and hopefully not to remember. Yet it seems like a whirlwind of flashbacks before her eyes... In the form of colors. Green and blue.
"You ever been in-love?" she asks.
Floyd Lawton had been faced with many problems in his life, but not with a personalized gun by a lunatic of a lady.
Harley Quinn, he knew her name and her infamy. Who wouldn't? She is the royal batshit crazy of Gotham. The insanity is within the depths of her Mattel-like-Barbie persona but with a sick twist. Her sweet pretty face can fool a naïve person, and Deadshot's everything but naïve.
"No." He answered, sporting a blank expression.
Maybe he did at some point.
His beloved daughter was the fruit of that love. He didn't regret anything though. Neither when his lady separated him because 'I don't see any future with you if you continue to be a criminal that you are.' He thought she accepted him, even his job, but the bitch wasn't contented. She didn't understand that it's the only thing he knows he's good at, and at least he'd gave her a roof over her damn head and food to her insatiable hunger. No, he didn't regret changing himself for her. His only regret in his life was allowing the bitch with her new jackass boyfriend to treat his Zoe like that. Soon, I'll see you princess, he thought. He loves her daughter and that's his biggest weakness, and the boss ass lady sure does know how to make him bend. Hell, the people, and the scary lizard, in this group are somehow hell bent to her will. Even smug-ass Flag.
"Bullshit." The Queen of Clowns said.
But there is a tinge of peculiarity in her voice; something that is out of ordinary...although nothing's about her is ordinary. There had been sadness. And surmounted grief hidden in layers and layers of practiced speech.
He wants to ask her.
Floyd Lawton had actually wanted to ask whatever what's going on her messed up mind. He could easily sense something meters away. And she had zoned out for a couple of minutes, staring down at the flight of stairs — staring down into her own nothingness. As if her eyes is uncovering her a thousand secrets of pain and fragments of remembrance.
She is an odd one, that Harley Quinn. All smile and giggles and the next thing you know she's locked up inside her own mind and would not hesitate to pull a gun at you if you ever try to talk to her. Maybe her man had made her that way. To be as cynical as him. But Joker didn't know that she is a fragile little thing. Despite of her fearless exterior, she is showing a façade just to impress him. The guy's a piece of shit, that's what he is, and a misanthropic douche that beats his own lady. She's a one tough masochist, that's for sure.
Floyd understood her, somehow, he did. She's just like him— like the rest of this suicide squad, all had a rough profile and absolutely misguided. They're all branded heathens by the mass. She wasn't heartless like they say, in fact; she is a large heart in a mortal body. A pure soul that is tainted by its maker. Floyd didn't understand why he's thinking such things about the madwoman, but he did, and he looked at her sorrowful eyes once again.
She had been locked up because she has been in-love. It's not her fault; it was that fucking emotion that called love. It should have been illegal instead of marijuana. If she ever asks him that question again, maybe he'll answer truthfully. Maybe just to get a reaction from her. Or a genuine smile she rarely use. It kinda suits her.
Deadshot's eyebrow creased in worry, why the hell am I thinking stuff like that?
A strong woman like her should have left a man who's been constantly abusing her. His wife had left him although he wasn't a brute, he wouldn't hurt women like a pussy.
Maybe she craves for it, or she had been used to it that the pain no longer hurt. Was it too late to save herself? Sure he may not be the first one to love her, but hell that psycho wouldn't be the last. Floyd didn't even know if Joker at least loved Harley. No, Joker doesn't know love. It is throughly confusing and nerve wracking — love is.
Bullshit indeed.
OTPHILIA: Here's a little bit of Deadshotfluff. Will Smith and Margot's chemistry is kinda cute. But! no one beats JaredxMargot
THANK YOU FOR ALL THE REVIEWS AND THOSE WHO MADE THIS STORY AS ONE OF THEIR FAVORITES AND FOLLOWED THIS STORY. It has been an overwhelming ride! This will be the end BUT there's the last chapter after this! I hope you like it, and again, THANK YOU FOR TAKING THE TIME TO READ THIS.