Addicted

Memories from Arkham pt 3

☼︎TW 

☾︎ Manipulation 

☾︎ Swearing 

☾︎ Traumatic themes

✩ Sorry I've been a mite inactive... Enjoy tho!!

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Harley

I gasp. "You... Puddin, you really killed  him?" I squeal and clap my hands in excitement, jumping up and down. "Oh my god, we finally did it! Well, part of it." 

He takes my hand, leaning forward in earnest. "You wanna rule Gotham, Princess?" he asks.

I nod wordlessly, leaning towards him as well. He closes the gap, kissing me. It's laced with insanity and excitement- just the way I like it. 

Finally, he leans back again. "Ready to finish this?" he growls low. My breath speeds up and I grin, nodding quickly. "That's my girl," he says, leaning forward and kissing me again, hand on my throat. 

The soon to be King and Queen of Gotham.

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You're six foot four, she's a tiny little girl- 

You got a choice tonight!

Chocolate, strawberry, or vanilla-

Say: "spring breakkkkkk!"

I bolt up in bed, hyperventilating, blood on my lips. 

It's in my nose it's clogging my throat it's choking me it's killing me

I stumble out of bed and into the bathroom, running water into my mouth and nose, even though it makes me choke. 

That's the third flashback I've had this week. 

"Belle Reve."  I spit the name like a curse, wiping bloody residue from my mouth on the back of my hand. I look up at myself in the mirror. 

Long, white-blonde hair with faded pink and blue dye at the ends. Bleached skin. Wide blue eyes. Delicate features. Curves wrapped in a half-buttoned maroon dress shirt of Jack's. Tattoos scrawled all over my body, done at different times and places in my life. 

That's a whole lotta pretty and a whole lotta crazy.

A murderous glare curdles my perfect face. 

I roll my eyes and smooth my face over, returning to bed, curling up besides Puddin. He knows what I want and wraps himself around me, sighing in content as I curl up in the hollow of his chest. 

Me and him. 

Forever and always. 

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Joker 

I had a meeting with my Boyz the next morning. I called all of them, even the ones who were nearly inactive. 

But after all, today is a big day.

Today  is the day where I lay out my finest plan to (morally) destroy, once and for all, Gotham's 'hero'.

Hero. Ha. More like disease. 

It is MY job to protect Gotham, not his. 

MY job to regulate the people.