𝓣𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ( 𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓮𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓙𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓻)

If You kill him, ill kill her (Chapter 17)

The penateating smell of a dead pig was not a pleasant smell to say the least. Every breath Harley took enhanced the lingering stench so much that she could taste it on the tip of her tongue.

"Bruce are you done in their I'm dying out here". She heard him chuckle from his position behind the checkout of a small supermarket. " Just give me a sec Harls, I promise."

She wouldn't admit it yet but she had grown a little tired of their life in Mexico, it seemed perfect from the outside. She was aching for something more. She despised that clown but she longed to see him again.

Even if they never talked again, even if he never ran his tattooed fingers through her acid ruined hair. Even if he fractured and healed her heart like countless times before.

He had something in him that she needed, like a heroin addict. She could go a period of time without him but she would always come crawling back to get her fix.

But she had to forget all that and focus on her and Bruce. The perfect fairy tail romance, girl meets guy and he sweeps her away from the harsh reality's of the world.

He saves her from the darkness she held internally, he saves her from herself.

Bruce exited the store and slung his arm around her, a slight grin plastered on his face. " You're going to love what I have planned for us later today Harleen." She flinched it had been a while since she heard her old name.

He switched between the two clearly clutching onto the hope that she would do a full reversal of her attitude and mental state.

That she would be free of jokers clutches and went back to her boring lifeless self. Be his perfect little Harleen and repress the psychotic demon she really was.

She flashed him a fake grin and walked the short distance with him home.

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Joker

His hands wrapped perfectly around her little neck, he squeezed and squeezed until he could no longer feel her moving beneath him.

" that's good maybe apply more pressure next time and her neck will snap." Selina said with heavy, heavy sarcasm.

His hands were attached to a blow up doll, used commonly for Cpr but he was using it as a anger management tool. Instead of hurting Harley Selina suggested a doll to release his demons on.

And hell did it work, he felt better every time he strangled the doll, or when he stabbed it 100 times. " Are you ready Joker? Or are you going to let little Brucey steal her away from you permanently."

"I'm ready to drain the blood of him and smear it all over Gotham. Leaving a trail of his guts and intestines as momentos for people to spit at as they walk past."

Selina laughed and faced Joker getting as close to him as humanly possible." You kill him and I'll kill her."

Joker growled but he understood her attachment,  and somewhat admired her loyalty. "I'm kidding Selina take a joke your precious lover won't be harmed"

He grabbed her free hand and placed a single kiss on her palm. "What was that for?" She questioned hesitantly.

"For helping me find what I lost" his fingers trailed to where his gun was hidden in a secure place at the small of his back.

In a flash he equipped his custom made pistol and aimed it at a body part he knew wouldn't damage her permanently. If he missed then too fucking bad.

The familiar sounds of gunshots made him feel at home, Selena screamed in pain and swiftly removed the bullet lodged in her upper chest. Luckily she had been wearing protection from bullets or she would be dead or injured.

" What the f*ck Joker, please announce before you shoot me" He laughed outrageously at her statement so much so that he was grasping for air. Oxygen couldn't fill his lungs, and he began to choke between laughing fits. 

"I'm sorry Selena but I have been dying to use my favorite gun again and your a easy target, your lucky I'm not shooting to kill" a patronizing look plastered on her face made him realize that he should probably leave before things got any uglier.

He ran to her elevator and threw her a quick side glance before entering. " See you soon Mrs. Kyle." He smirked as the elevator doors closed. 

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Bruce

I loved every moment spent with her, lying on the beach or living daily life in another country where I wasn't recognized on the street as a rich damaged playboy orphan. 

But something was wrong with her, something felt different as of recently. She had become more reserved ever so slightly, the light faded everyday from her eyes slowly but enough that he noticed.

Maybe she had grown bored of the lifestyle he had contracted for them, maybe things were to similar in their day to day lives. She was used to a ultra fast criminal life before he had saved her from the maniac.

He too had missed fighting crime and beating criminals up who deserved what they had brought upon themselves. He knew this was only for a few years but he wasn't ready to give up his life here yet. 

He loved normality this was all he ever wanted since his parents died, a life that resembled what they used to have. A loving wife and husband who cherished each other and grew with each other eventuating in children.

A life where you didn't have stray thoughts or hurt other people. Maybe he was kidding himself to believe that Harley/Harleen would change for him. Or her Harley persona was only a temporary thing. 

He ignored that thought, of course Harleen would take over again. She had been fine with him almost normal that he knew of. But he clearly didn't look between the lines at what was actually going on in his "normal" life here.

Harley was suffering in silence, she had grown accustom but bored to the reality of her life. She was dealing with her urges though, creating havoc and terror little by little around the town. Sure she wasn't the queen of Gotham here but she was determined to make her mark.

Setting fire to buildings and throwing confetti bombs into supermarkets had grown boring. She was getting boring. Her hair was a solid shade of blonde, her clothes were neutral colors and her fire inside was burnt-out.  

Bruce was naive to all of this. Harley was beginning to believe he lived in a false sense of reality, where she would stay his little perfect girlfriend forever. 

Enough was enough Harley had to leave Mexico.

Bruce ran down the narrow pathway of the Villa, concern and anxiety letting his emotions get the better of him. He entered the Villa, an empty room greeted him. Her stuff was still present but she was gone. 

How he knew that she had left you ask? a guard at the border recognised her and told him that she had speed through the border, damaging the gate like a psychotic freak. Now not only did he have to pay for the price of her damages but also the price of those on his fractured heart.