disclaimer: don't own it. oh, but warning: the POV switches up a bit in this chappie. don't let it confuse you. promise, it'll make sense.
blacksilkrose123 ©2008
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"Keep. Your. Head. Down."
And Lee did.
Just like she'd always done.
Joker's hand was firmly twitching at the small of her back, face pale as he'd wiped off his makeup in the car, probably with his own saliva. He did, after all, have more than enough to probably end world thirst…if they'd find some way to purify it.
The gas station was full enough—cars at every tank, with people bustling inside, arms stuffed with snacks and drinks. Lee's mouth watered and she realized she hadn't eaten in a good day or two. There was a pained growl in her stomach. The Joker leaned forward slightly, eyeing her with barely concealed rage, as if the sound of her dying intestines would give them away. Heaven forbid.
Air conditioning swept back her greasy hair. A shower was needed, but it would have to wait. Lee glanced around them. Josh seemed to keep one eye firmly on her as he scoped the tiny building, before giving her an anxious push forward.
"Meet me outside. Five. Minutes. Ya don't come out, I'll come in. And I'm, ah, no-t comin' in alone." His fingers pulled suggestively at his open collar before he whirled and disappeared out the door. It closed behind him. And Lee nearly collapsed in sobs of release.
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Some call this obsession.
Some call this an addiction.
But me?
I, ah, I call it love.
Which is exactly why I lied to her. Leave her my ass. Ha. What a joke. There are some things, in this screwed up, chaotically-strewn planet, that you just. Can't. Let. Go of.
And this Harley?
I couldn't get that emotionally-wrought slut out of my head. Ever since I met her. She was there, 24/7. And with some sick plummeting feeling in my should-have-been-dead heart, I realized, I was the one chained to her.
Yeah. You probably sit there, and think, is this guy nuts?!
Well. For starters, I have 'em.
For seconds, maybe I am a little off my loop.
No.
No, I'm stronger than this, damnit. Not some weakling like her. The way she breaks, I can see it in her eyes, and deep down? It kills me.
Harley will be the death of me.
But I'm not going down without her.
Why?
'Cause she's like that damn itch you can't scratch. And when you do? Yeah. Leaves scars. Everywhere. I should know.
I watched her carefully behind the candy aisle I'd ducked into. She hadn't even bothered to check if I was there or not. But I guess it didn't matter to her.
Pet.
Pet.
Pet.
I'm gonna cut your leash. Yes I am.
Maybe it's not what you want.
But you need it.
I know.
Shhh, don't try to tell me otherwise.
I crept closer, staying low but inconspicuous. Her fingers were clawing greedily through the racks of Slim Jim, canned peanuts, and chocolates. Then she made a dash for sodas, ripping open the doors with some feral strength I never thought she had. Dr. Pepper. Coca-Cola. Pink Lemonade. It all went with her, arms overflowing, as she strutted carefully up to the checkout counter.
"How are ya, today, Miss?"
She bit her lip, eyes flashing around her.
I was waiting.
For that bargain to break.
No talking. Keep your mouth shut.
I'd been close enough, you see. I was close enough.
"Sir…can you help me…with…something?"
My eyes widened, then narrowed.
Game. Over.
"What do ya need, Hun?"
There was an extravagantly long pause.
I mean really.
I could have swept in, sung every shitty song to Mamma Mia, dancing on my toes, finishing with an encore, and those two would have still been there.
Time to…break the ice.
She stammered for a moment, before finally spitting out her words. I hated and loved her with ever bullshitting beat of my damn heart—may it rest in pieces after I finish this with her. "Where's…your Extra Strength Tylenol?"
He nodded to an aisle, and she dashed over, then dashed back like there was some silly time bomb about to go off. Hmmm…bombs. Good distraction. Good destruction. Now why the hell didn't I think of that?
She dumped six bottles on the counter. So our little Lee's a druggie? Or a now-suicidal wanna-be? What. A. Damn. Pity. She wouldn't be here that long to even try. Maybe I'd need them for what I was about to do. Maybe. Maybe not.
I watched as she hurriedly dropped several bills onto the counter, muttered something about keeping the change, and gathered her two bags, ready to disappear out of that door forever. Either way, she wasn't about to willingly listen to either of us.
Before she'd made it past the first aisle, I was there, my shoulder ramming into hers hard. No one seemed to notice. She nearly yelled out a string of curses, before I continued shoving my weight into her until her back met the back wall. Her eyes were screwed shut, nostrils flaring, so she couldn't see me. What I was about to do to her. I flung open the women's restroom door hard, shoving her inside. She collapsed against the opposite wall, rubbing her head, brows knit together in confusion.
"I just asked the dude where…" she trailed off in a groan of frustration. I waited, patiently, her eyes downcast. I wanted her to look me in the effing eyes before I did it.
"I mean, what the hell, J—"
I grinned. Wide and broad. Crossing the room to meet her. And end this.
"Jeremy?!"
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I fell forever.
Like, I could have lived out my whole life before my feet, or head, or butt—whatever was facing down—ever even thought about hitting the water.
I'd barely dropped below the freezing rocky surface before I kicked my way back up. The water burned. It clung to my lungs and clothes like a thousand needles, digging and clawing. But he was right. Damn.
At first I wasn't sure if Josh had planned on just leaving me there.
It would be so like him to leave a prank unfinished.
But then I never even heard him hit the water.
And strong arms were around me, pulling me. I was kicking, flailing, trying to get away. "Hold. Still," he grunted, dragging me through the ice.
I was pulled up and over some concrete ledge, near the base of the dam. I couldn't feel anything. Like my entire nervous system had just shut down in my stupidity of faith. So I waited. Josh hauled himself up by my side then produced a blanket out of nowhere—like he'd planned for me to freeze to death. He bundled it around me, giggling quietly to himself as he shifted me into his arms. Like he had the better deal.
And maybe he did.
"W-w-what…are…y-y-yooou…on-n-n-n?!" I stuttered, wriggling further into the blanket and him. Josh just held me tighter, lips quivering in my hair. And I loved it. If I'd been warm enough, I would have melted right then and there.
I glanced up. The dam towered some odd hundred number of feet above, and I suddenly felt insignificantly small. And there was this darkness suddenly tugging at the frayed edges of my brain.
I yawned.
"Ah, ah, ah," he warned quietly, reaching around to lightly smack my cheeks. "No sleep-ing."
"And why the hell not?" I mumbled back, letting my eyes slide closed.
"Die. You'll, ah…die." Quiet, there was no joking in his tone. But it wasn't enough to really keep me awake. "The…hmm, water's so ass-cold that, uh, your heart will…sto-p."
"That's," I yawned again, "impossible."
"Hearts break. Surely…they can stop."
His logic burned. But it still wasn't working. My body was already sagging against him heavily, and I just couldn't help it. "Well…well, this was your idea. Suffer…the…consequences…"
"No, no, no, no, no," he song-sung, suddenly dropping me and pulling the blanket out of reach. I nearly screeched at him.
"What is your problem?! I'm freezing, dumbass! Give it here!"
He licked his lips. "Make. Me."
I eyed him for a moment. He'd like that, wouldn't he?
But I was too tired to do anything rash. Revenge Numero Dos would have to come later…God I'm such a procrastinator.
My legs buckled and I leaned raggedly against the dam, sliding down until I was sprawled all over the place. Josh just laughed as he watched me freeze to death. And at that point, I was hardly sure why he wasn't cold. He just stayed there, blanket folded over one arm, the other playing with some Swiss Army knife, the blade glinting in the fading moonlight. It was almost sunrise.
Suddenly, a vicious growling erupted through the ground. My God, we were going to die. He had brought me here to die. That son of a bitch.
I stammered to my feet, tripping over them as I tried to shove past Josh to find a ladder, another path—anything—to get out of this hellhole he'd pushed me into—quite literally. And that's when I saw it. The nearest ladder was hundreds of feet away. We were in the exact center of a collapsing dam, and there was no way out.
I rounded on Josh, glaring daggers at him.
He just lifted his arms in mock surrender, pocketing his knife. "Harley, calm down, sweet cakes. Ya, ya got this," he laughed, "look in your eye."
"Ever heard the exp-exp…"I trailed off. The damn word wouldn't get out of my blue lips. "'If…looks could…k-k-k'…damnit!"
"Harley?"
"Y-y-yea?"
And the dam exploded.
Water gushed over the top, alert sirens screaming in the cool morning air. The water barely missed the ledge we were resting on, collapsing in a white froth below. I just stared.
"Up…there, Lee-sters."
And I looked up.
My heart stopped.
The water seemed frozen like glass, rippling overhead hundreds of feet, in a perfect arc. But it wasn't so much the water, as the colors. Sunrise had lifted. Oranges, pinks, reds, and yellows all danced on the waving shards, bathing us in rainbows.
I loved it.
I couldn't take my eyes off it, even as Josh came up behind me, draping the blanket over my shoulders and wrapping his thin but firm arms around my waist. His chin rested on the top of my head, and I got that weird feeling he wasn't watching the detonation of colors at all.
"Happy birthday, Harley."
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a/n: drool okay, so, I had a lil' fluff in there. I wanna put more…but it's hard, because…well…we all love that sexy, dangerous, deranged Joker. anyway. thanks to all the fantabulous reviews! I'm loving every one of you all ;-D again, any ideas or thoughts on things you'd like to see happen would be marvelous! sometimes inspiration is a lil' slow. but imma never stop! enjoyyyy ze day. oh, and I have no idea how many of you look into , BUT I have done 3 drawings of our lovely sexy, kick-A clown: blacksilkrose123./
