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sweetcandygirl) wrote2018-04-05 03:31 pm
sweetcandygirl) wrote2018-04-05 03:31 pm
Get Me Back to My Multicolored Dream
Harley coughed out dust and grime and blood... as she woke up after the explosion. She felt a weight on her chest, and struggled to breathe. So she just laid still for a moment.
The last thing she remembered was hitting the trigger to implode the Joker Toxin factory. And the reminder of how tight Joker's hands had been around her throat reminded Harley that she might not be in a safe position right now.
Harley jolted out of bed, moving quickly, and was pulled back by a pair of chains around her wrists and her ankles.
"Sweetheart..." Joker sat in the corner of the small room, where Harley was being kept. His calm tone immediately told Harley that this was not going to be a good day. Not one bit.
"You know I missed you." He moved like a snake, slithering over to sit on her small cot. A flash of silver in his hand. The sensation of cold steel ran up her leg. "I missed marking you."
"I want to know everything about where you have been... and what you have been doing..." Joker hissed, the tip of the knife was slanted so it cut a little path up Harley's leg.
"And I want to know about your new little friends...." Joker leaned closer, his eyes dark with the thought of hurting the new friends that Harley had made.
"Fuck you." Harley swung a fist at him, and had just enough chain to allow her to land a solid punch.
Joker slammed the knife deep into Harley's leg, and twisted it, in reaction. "Behave! Or I will do a lot worse to you."
Honestly, Harley didn't care about how much it hurt anymore. She just could not lay there and let him cut her up. Not again. She wrapped the chain around her wrist and yanked it hard, using her strength to free it off the wall. Then she swung the chain at Joker, wrapped it around his neck and quickly caught the other end. Sitting up, Harley tightened both ends of the chain and pulled tight.
Cutting off Joker's oxygen. He struggled to get the chain off his neck. He gasped for air. And Harley just sat up straight, maintaining her tight hold, as she watched the life slowly leave Joker's body.
It was only him and her in this tiny little room. No one knew if she had survived the implosion. No one knew that Joker had even been there. It would be so easy to end his life. Right here and now.
The thoughts of the people who meant the world to her entered her mind. Floyd. Diablo. Killer Croc. Josh. Adia. Steve. Amelia. Goro.
And she wondered... would any of them judge her if she did kill Joker?
She didn't want to lose their friendship. She didn't want them to look at her any differently. And so, she let go of the chain, and let Joker catch his breath. As he struggled to regain his awareness of what just happened, Harley left her little cot and opened the door of the small door.
The tall, hooded figure of Batman was standing on the other side. In the flesh. His eyes narrowed at her for a moment. And Harley felt so much anger in her system. So much outrage at being judged right now. She could have been raped, or tortured, or killed -- and still Batman judged her.
She pushed him out of her way, as best as she could. The solid mass that was his body armor had hurt a little. Harley broke the remainder of the chains off her, and shoved the pile of metal at Batman.
"He is your problem! You fucking kill him already!" And she stormed off, not caring if Batman actually finished the job or not.
As Harley made her way out of the cottage that she had been taken too, she felt a weight lift off her shoulders. No matter what else happened, she had proved to Joker that she was not his plaything anymore. And it brought a smile to her face that as she exited the building... Floyd was there, waiting for her. And at least the day could end, wrapped in the strong arms on one of her friends.
The last thing she remembered was hitting the trigger to implode the Joker Toxin factory. And the reminder of how tight Joker's hands had been around her throat reminded Harley that she might not be in a safe position right now.
Harley jolted out of bed, moving quickly, and was pulled back by a pair of chains around her wrists and her ankles.
"Sweetheart..." Joker sat in the corner of the small room, where Harley was being kept. His calm tone immediately told Harley that this was not going to be a good day. Not one bit.
"You know I missed you." He moved like a snake, slithering over to sit on her small cot. A flash of silver in his hand. The sensation of cold steel ran up her leg. "I missed marking you."
"I want to know everything about where you have been... and what you have been doing..." Joker hissed, the tip of the knife was slanted so it cut a little path up Harley's leg.
"And I want to know about your new little friends...." Joker leaned closer, his eyes dark with the thought of hurting the new friends that Harley had made.
"Fuck you." Harley swung a fist at him, and had just enough chain to allow her to land a solid punch.
Joker slammed the knife deep into Harley's leg, and twisted it, in reaction. "Behave! Or I will do a lot worse to you."
Honestly, Harley didn't care about how much it hurt anymore. She just could not lay there and let him cut her up. Not again. She wrapped the chain around her wrist and yanked it hard, using her strength to free it off the wall. Then she swung the chain at Joker, wrapped it around his neck and quickly caught the other end. Sitting up, Harley tightened both ends of the chain and pulled tight.
Cutting off Joker's oxygen. He struggled to get the chain off his neck. He gasped for air. And Harley just sat up straight, maintaining her tight hold, as she watched the life slowly leave Joker's body.
It was only him and her in this tiny little room. No one knew if she had survived the implosion. No one knew that Joker had even been there. It would be so easy to end his life. Right here and now.
The thoughts of the people who meant the world to her entered her mind. Floyd. Diablo. Killer Croc. Josh. Adia. Steve. Amelia. Goro.
And she wondered... would any of them judge her if she did kill Joker?
She didn't want to lose their friendship. She didn't want them to look at her any differently. And so, she let go of the chain, and let Joker catch his breath. As he struggled to regain his awareness of what just happened, Harley left her little cot and opened the door of the small door.
The tall, hooded figure of Batman was standing on the other side. In the flesh. His eyes narrowed at her for a moment. And Harley felt so much anger in her system. So much outrage at being judged right now. She could have been raped, or tortured, or killed -- and still Batman judged her.
She pushed him out of her way, as best as she could. The solid mass that was his body armor had hurt a little. Harley broke the remainder of the chains off her, and shoved the pile of metal at Batman.
"He is your problem! You fucking kill him already!" And she stormed off, not caring if Batman actually finished the job or not.
As Harley made her way out of the cottage that she had been taken too, she felt a weight lift off her shoulders. No matter what else happened, she had proved to Joker that she was not his plaything anymore. And it brought a smile to her face that as she exited the building... Floyd was there, waiting for her. And at least the day could end, wrapped in the strong arms on one of her friends.