Harley started to giggle and swing freely back and forth, building some momentum. I, on the other hand, let out an annoyed groan and rolled my eyes.
"What are you doing, doll face?" I asked, raising a curious eyebrow.
"Well," she started, stopped her drastic swinging altogether and meeting my eyes, "There's no real time limit as to how long we can hang like this." She began to swing again, but her eyes never left mine. "But, after a few minutes, all the blood will rush to your head, and apply pressure to your brain."
"Oh," I nodded, a bit surprised at her sudden intelligence. "Well that's good to know."
She let out a frustrated laugh. She almost was able to reach the straps holding our feet in place on the metal bar above our heads, but her fingers didn't get a good grip and she began to swing uncontrollably once more.
"I don't know about you, Floyd- can I call you Floyd?"
I chuckled slightly at her suddenly courtesy, "Sure, why not?"
She cracked a smile, "Well, I don't wanna hang like Batsy all night. So I'm gonna get outta this,"
She began to swing back and forth, once more in control of her movements. This time, she got a good grip on the straps at her feet, and she managed to undo them. She then jumped down and landed in a back hand spring, and jogged over towards the door.
"Hey! Harley!" I yelled, growing kinda concerned. Was she just gonna leave me up here?
She whipped around, her wicked smile turning into an icy glare, "Shhhh! They'll hear you!" She hissed across the room. She trotted over to the lever and flipped the switch, lowering the bar I was hanging from, and flipping me right side up. She jogged back over and undid the straps keeping my feet in place. My legs were feeling a little numb so I stumbled slightly. She grabbed my arm and snaked it around her shoulders, allowing me to put much of my weight on her for support.
"You didn't think I'd leave ya, did you?" She asked with a wink.
"For a second, I did." I cracked a smile anyway, happy to know ditching me was never her real plan.
"Oh come on, Floydy!" Even at a whisper her voice was perky and excitable. "I told you in Midway, you're my friend too," she looked up at me and batted her eyes, I hadn't realized how deep and blue they were until this very moment. There was a wide assortment of emotions within them. It was intriguing to look into. I could've easily gotten lost in them.
I think our intense eye contact begin to take some kinda toll on her, she cracked a smirk and sat down, lightly tugging me down with her. We sat together on the cold cement floor of the hall. It was pretty dark, but her impossibly white face and hair stuck out vividly.
The silence was comfortable, I almost thought she had fallen asleep, but she seemed to be staring off at the lever on the wall she pulled on.
"Dollface?" I asked. She jumped slightly and scooted away from me. My arm that was once lazily around her shoulders was back to my side.
She went to stand quickly, but I grabbed her hand. She turned around with her hand drawn back as if to smack me.
"Hey, hey, it's just me," I said. This wasn't the first time she had zoned out. And every time someone snaps her out of it, she acts like a frightened animal.
She looked at me for a few moments, lowering her hand and sitting down next to me again. She wasn't as close as she was before, but I could tell she was starting to relax.
"Sorry, I was just thinkin," she mumbled looking down at the floor.
"Everything okay in there?" I tried to joke and lightly stroked her temple.
She let out a laugh that sounded more forced than anything else. "You know it never is. Everyone does," she had a smile plastered on her face, but like many others, it didn't seem real.
"Wanna talk about it?" The clown queen doesn't seem like the vulnerable type, but hey, it's looking like we're gonna be stuck here all night.
She looked at me thoughtfully for a few moments, then looked off into the darkness.
I was about to change the subject, but she began talking.
"I think he pushed me out to die," she said it really quietly, almost like she was afraid of the words she was saying.
I leaned back and looked at her, "J? When?"
She scooted closer to me, and wrapped her hands around her stomach.
"When we were in the helicopter, I told him I wanted to go back and get the rest of ya. He said no, I didn't feel right about leaving ya there with Waller, so I told him to go back, and he threw me right out the back,"
I felt my fist clench. He tried to kill a woman? The woman who loves him in fact? I rested a hand on her shoulder, her resolve weakened slightly, I heard her sigh deeply.
I was about to reply, but she kept on.
"The very last thing he did before he died was push me out of a helicopter to kill me." She looked over at me, her lower lip quivered slightly. I tilted my head, not wanting to hear the answer to my next question. But I asked anyway, "How often?"
Her watery eyes snapped up to meet mine. It seemed like she was considering lying, but after a long moment she shrugged and shook her head.
"Whenever I make a mistake," her voice cracked a little, when I looked at her she was violently shaking her head, her eyes were shut tight.
I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her to me, "Hey, Dollface. We ain't gotta talk about this anymore," I placed my other hand on her cheek, stopping her from reliving those memories. Her eyes met mine once again, and for awhile, we just stared at each other. I lightly pulled her head towards mine, and gently kissed her forehead.
"He won't do that again, no one will,"
She let out a pained laugh, "You don't know that,"
I pressed my forehead to hers, "I'll be damned if I let that happen,"
She pulled away for a moment, she looked conflicted.
"Well, baby. You looked tired, you probably don't sleep much do ya?" She asked, plastering her fake smile on again.
I rolled my eyes. "Does anyone sleep here?"
"We could, they're not gonna come back in here tonight."
I didn't wanna know how she knew that, and I could tell she didn't wanna talk much about it either.
She stretched and laid back on the cold cement, trying to get comfortable.
I stretched out down next to her, but I took it kinda slow. The girl's a total mystery, would she want me close after such a personal confession? Or would she need her space?
She could tell I was kinda having an internal struggle with it, so she rolled her eyes and tugged my arm quickly down next to her.
"I'm not gonna break if you look at me for too long. I'm not a rag doll," she snapped while rolling her eyes.
Despite her irritation, I laughed. I'm glad she could bounce back. She had to adapt to that, living in the Joker's world for so long.
She rested her head on my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her.
Huh, maybe the floor wouldn't be so uncomfortable.
A/N: I had a great idea for this story, so I'm probably gonna update kinda fast. Or have it written kinda fast. Posting it can be hard w my schedule is all. I hope this story also builds a little more of a following, I want to know people's opinions on this story, my writing, and the movies as well. Also, it's pretty obvious now, but in this version, like the extended cut, the Joker pushed Harley out of the helicopter to kill her, not save her life.