Harley sat in the bathroom of the warehouse where she and the Joker had based there little empire at the moment. It was dark and dingy yet somehow she had been in here for almost an hour without noticing. The walls were tiled white but with mould and fungus appearing in the cracks, almost as if an entire forest was forming across the wall, trying to break through. The floor much the same but these tiles were broken- smashed and shattered with the shards littered about ready for someone to stand on and cut themselves.
She looked up at the sink and moved up from the floor, going to wash her face. She turned the faucet on yet despite the little noise from within nothing appeared aside a slither of water- followed by a gush of air. Sighing she turned back to the bathroom before her and dropped to the floor. This place that they had chosen had been abandoned for so long that there was now no water or heat. There was nothing.
Harley shifted herself to the wall beside the sink and glanced out at the smeared walls and floor, the dank and the decay in the room reflected so much to her.
Joker hadn't been the same since the last time she'd broken him out of Arkham- he'd been much harsher and cold to her and finally it had hit Harley that maybe he didn't love her.
Why? Why didn't he love her, after everything that they had been through together? Was it how she looked, or spoke?
Harley slipped her hands over her head and pulls her knees up to her chest as she began to sob a little, thinking too much and with too many thoughts sweeping through her mind. Those painful thoughts that killed her whenever they appeared. Yet here they were. Destroying her slowly, taking away that small amount of sanity that she could say she had.
For the weeks that she and the Joker had been out and running the town he had ignored her and only spoken to her when he needed something from her or when he needed her to do something. And at first Harley thought that maybe something had happened at Arkham to hurt her puddin', but slowly her mind changed. He had just been completely different to her. Like he really wanted nothing to with her. Not even a lick of affection had been thrown her way.
As she sat staring at the floor, tears forming and slipping down her cheeks silently she did not notice the figure standing in the doorway.
" Harley…What're you doing on the floor kitten? You look sad?"