The Cycle of Obsessions #1, Chemical Romance, 2022.
~ Introduction to the Storm ~
———
TW: Mentions of drugs, Verbal and (mild) Physical abuse.
———
"So, um, so like...I dunno man. I just. I guess I just don't get it, ya know?"
"Yes. Yes, exactly. Yeah...I'm sorry what were we talking about?"
I let out a exasperated sigh. "our relationship!"
"Ohhh. Right." Harley scratched the back of her neck, a confused expression plastered on her pale face.
She stayed silent for a moment.
"OHHH," She gasped as she finally remembered what we were talking about. "Okay, okay. So what don't you get again?" She asked, taking another inhale of the joint in her hand.
Before I continue, I guess we're gonna need context, right?
About two weeks ago, both me and Harley Quinn had been let out of Arkham Asylum after six months of faking progress and pretending not to be completely and utterly insane.
I shuddered at the thought of those six months, I had even stopped wearing my makeup so that'd I seem...sane.
God I hated that.
Anyways, we were living in a lighthouse that a friend had let us stay in.
It was actually really nice, other than when the fog was in. That was fucking awful.
But the place itself was in good shape, with me sleeping on the bottom floor and Harley's room being on the second. Plus the view of Gotham was actually really pretty on clear nights.
But back to what me and Harley were doing.
I was sitting on my bed, leaning against the wall. She was reclined in an office chair, clicking her pen in and out repeatedly while staring glassy-eyed at an empty notepad.
"What I don't get, Harls," I continued, grabbing and eating another brownie.
How many edibles had I had tonight?
Eh, whatever.
"What I don't get, is why he doesn't care! I've been locked up for like, practically a year-"
"Six months, actually!" Harley said in a cheerful tone.
"What the fuck ever, Harley! It's been for fucking ever and he hasn't even looked for me!" I responded, crossing my arms.
I think I was having a delayed reaction to the drug. My chest still hurt with even the thought of his name.
"Well, I mean, think about it, Jay. We've only been outta Arkham for two weeks. And I mean, hey, we haven't committed any crimes," She said, adjusting her glasses.
"Honestly, Jay, ain't the reason you committed these crimes just for the attention of B- uh, him?"
I nodded, standing from my bed and walking over to the record player. Looking through the shelf of vinyls, I continued.
"Well, I mean, yeah, of course, but...like, I...it just hurts. You know? All that coupled with the fact that he didn't even visit me? And it probably wouldn't hurt as much if he hadn't come to Arkham at all, but he did!" I said, picking out an album and taking out the record. I placed the vinyl in the player and the first song began.
"He came and threw Scaredy-Crow in, Two Face, Ivy, Penguin, all the fuckers! Multiple times! He came to visit you!"
"That was an interrogation, actually, Puddin'. He came to ask about you."
"But he didn't see me," I sighed.
I turned to Harley, smiling joylessly.
"I just get the feeling that he doesn't care for me as I do for him,"
"It could be a co-winky-dink. Hey! Maybe he's just nervous to talk to ya! I know that I would be. That I still am sometimes!" She said, happily kicking her legs around.
I landed on the bed, staring up at the plastic bats that hung from the painted sky, glow-in-the-dark plastic stars surrounding them in their unmoving flight.
"I love him madly-" I giggled. "-you know this, Harley. You know that I would kill for the chance for him to look at me,"
"Hell," I continued, rolling over onto my stomach and resting my chin on the back of my hand. "I'd fucking kill you for him."
After a second, Harley's eyes widened slightly and she looked away.
Her body tensed up and she swallowed audibly.
Harley was scared.
I stayed silent for about five seconds, and then I laughed.
"I'm just joking, Harls. I could never hurt you." I said, wheezing with laughter.
"Hey! That wasn't funny, Mr. Jay, I didn't like it!" She said, tears forming.
I rolled my eyes. "No, no you're right. I. Yes, I," I said as I stood on the bed, extending on hand out and bowing. "The one, the only, yes the Clown prince of fucking Crime, The Joker...Apologizes to Harleanne Francis Quinnzele, his lighthouse-mate, his bestest friend and partner in crime."
I smiled down at her, and she clapped.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, we turn our attention to one of our own," I cackled as I jumped off the bed, sliding on the hardwood floor.
I crashed into the bookshelf, knocking at least twenty books down and splintering the wood. "Whoops." I said, massaging my arm and side.
"Ah, it's...it's okay, Jay, I'll clean that up for ya, honeycomb." Harley said, standing from her chair.
"Thanks, Harley-bun." I said, ruffling her hair.
She waved my hand away, rolling her eyes. "No problem, Boss," She smiled.
"How about it, Hayley? You love anyone madly?" I asked.
She paused for a moment. "J-Jokey, my name is Harley. Not Hayley..."
"Whatever, answer the question, Blondie," I was starting to become slightly dizzy.
She giggled. "Yeah, I am in love with someone." Harley said, batting her eyelashes at me, a soft blush dusting across her cheeks. "I'm in love with you, Mr. Jay~" She confessed for the ninth time that day.
She was so forgettable that the fact that she was 'madly in love with me' always just slipped my mind.
I stayed quiet for a moment as she leaned against me, standing on her tiptoes to nuzzle her face into my neck.
And then I began laughing.
And laughing.
...And laughing.
"Mr. Jay? Wh-what's so funny?" Harley asked with a nervous kind of giggle. It was so different from the sound she made maybe ten seconds ago.
"Oh, my god-" I gasped between my laughter.
"-that's just so fucking sad!"
Her face fell. "Wha...why is it sad?"
"Oh, you're so dim, you couldn't light a candle," I sighed, my sides and stomach hurting from the amusement I had just been subjected to.
"Welp, imma go take my contacts out and brush my teeth. I feel like I'm minutes from involuntarily passing out again," I said, looking down at her.
"Also. Ew, Get the fuck off me," I said, pushing her away. I forgot she was wearing rollerblades, and so she just kinda...slid really fast backwards before hitting the wall and falling over.
I snorted.
I turned away, opening the door to the bathroom and turning on the lights.
Harley stayed silent for awhile.
"Um, ye-yeah, don't fall asleep in your contacts, sweets. That's what happened to me, and look how I am nowadays."
"Hm?" I hummed, barely able to hear her over the vibrating toothbrush.
"I slept in my contacts and now I gotta wear my old glasses again." She said.
I made a sound similar to "oh" and nodded.
I already knew that. Why was she telling me again?
Once I was done brushing my teeth, I took my red contacts out and put my glasses on.
I looked like an idiot with them on.
Normally, that's what I strive for.
But shit, if he saw me like this, I'd curl up in a ball and die of embarrassment.
I chuckled. "Hey, Harley, how bad is your vision without your glasses?" I asked, peeking my head out the door.
She was sitting on the kitchen counter, looking directly at me.
Had she been watching me? How creepy.
How funny.
Harley hummed for a moment.
She chuckled. "I'm as fuckin' blind as a goddamn...bat,"
I winced at the word as I watched her cover her mouth in shock.
"O-Oh, Puddin', I'm so sorry, I didn't m-mean to-"
I slammed the bathroom door shut, locking myself in.
"Stupid son of a..." I groaned.
Why was she so fucking stupid? How did she pass her final exams? How the fuck was she an actual professional psychiatrist? She needs a psychiatrist.
Dumbass.
She started knocking on the door.
"Mr. Jay? I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say it. I'm high as a fuckin' kite right now. I'm sorry, please, just...let's go to bed."
The sound of her knocking was giving me a headache. I stayed quiet, honestly trying to calm down.
I would get mad so quickly. Honestly, it was funny. Fine one minute, ready to strangle someone to death the next.
I really really wanted to kill her.
But there were three things in the way of me doing that.
1. If I moved my hand to touch her in a violent way, the hyenas would attack me.
2. She was the reason we were able to live here, if I killed her, I'd have to resort to living in a warehouse again, and the thought of not being able to shower daily gave me chills. And not the good kind.
3. Poison Ivy would hunt me down and kill me. Not that I'm afraid of her or dying, it's just, if I'm gonna die, it's gotta be in...his arms.
Plus, how would I do it? I guess I could just push her into the water...does she know how to swim?
Harley had stopped knocking on the door awhile ago.
How long had I been thinking?
I unlocked the door and opened it.
She wasn't even in my room anymore.
I glanced up the stairs. Her light was off.
She had gone to bed.
"Oh, well." I said, shrugging my shoulders.
I changed my clothes and turned off my light.
It's funny, really.
I couldn't remember why I got mad at her.
"Puddin'? You still mad?" I heard from above me. Her voice was quiet and trembling.
"Why would I be mad?" I asked.
The room filled with silence.
"Harley?" I called. Did she pass out?
"Um...no reason, Puddin', just sayin' Goodnight,"
"Oh," I nodded, too tired and high to realize that she couldn't see me.
"Goodnight, Harls! See you in the morning,"
"Yeah! S-see ya in the mornin', Mr. Jay,"
See? We didn't have to commit a crime to have fun!
I guess Arkham actually worked, huh?
Who would've known?
———
Hi!
I hope you enjoyed the first edition (chapter) of this story!
Like stated in the description, I take prompt requests for oneshots in this.
Also if you have any suggestions or questions, don't forget to leave a review!