A/N: Another short one. This is kind of why I said my story is becoming a
bunch of snapshots. I'd rather not write such short chapters, but
inspiration is being quite fickle. Hopefully, by posting all of these I'll
make room for new ideas to come in. We'll see.
Harley walked into Joker's office, noticing the just opened liquor bottle in his hand.
"Don't drink, Mister J!!" she said. "You know how angry you get when you do!!"
He turned his chair around to face her. Wrong. He had previously been drinking. From where she stood in the doorway she could now see the many other liquor bottles cluttering the floor.
"But, Harl," Joker drawled, "I'm already angry!!" The last part came out as a roar as he lunged toward her, pinning her against the wall and choking her at the same time.
It looked like once again Joker had had his plans ruined by Batman, then Harley showed up to promptly stick her foot in her mouth, and bear the brunt of his rage. After all her years of living with abusive alcoholics she knew far too well about hiding bruises and beatings. She remembered a promise to herself long ago after she got her diploma that she would never let her stepfather, or any man, treat her like that again. But when faced with the real world, with the cold, harshness of Gotham, she had fallen into the arms of the first man showing any hint of affection. They say abused women keep ending up with men who will abuse them. It's what they know as love.
Harley just barely had time to ponder these thoughts as her vision blacked out, and she fell to the floor.
Harley walked into Joker's office, noticing the just opened liquor bottle in his hand.
"Don't drink, Mister J!!" she said. "You know how angry you get when you do!!"
He turned his chair around to face her. Wrong. He had previously been drinking. From where she stood in the doorway she could now see the many other liquor bottles cluttering the floor.
"But, Harl," Joker drawled, "I'm already angry!!" The last part came out as a roar as he lunged toward her, pinning her against the wall and choking her at the same time.
It looked like once again Joker had had his plans ruined by Batman, then Harley showed up to promptly stick her foot in her mouth, and bear the brunt of his rage. After all her years of living with abusive alcoholics she knew far too well about hiding bruises and beatings. She remembered a promise to herself long ago after she got her diploma that she would never let her stepfather, or any man, treat her like that again. But when faced with the real world, with the cold, harshness of Gotham, she had fallen into the arms of the first man showing any hint of affection. They say abused women keep ending up with men who will abuse them. It's what they know as love.
Harley just barely had time to ponder these thoughts as her vision blacked out, and she fell to the floor.