Killer Love

Ch.1

' I got my fists on the kitchen table

You know we've been here a million times

You come home late, calling me unstable

So let me introduce you to my silver knife '

Kiss Or Kill - Stela Cole

A woman with long brown hair, and green eyes was in the bathroom of her small little worn down apartment that was located in the narrows of Gotham City. The young woman was no older than twenty four, despite looking like she was around fourteen, and no taller than five foot four. Her skin was extremely pale like she hadn't seen the sun in a few months, and she looked like she hadn't really eaten a proper meal either within said month, Though not really eating or really getting sun wasn't all that new for people that lived in the narrows.

The woman seemed completely lost within her own thoughts as she stared at her reflection in the dirty, slightly cracked mirror that hung above the equally dirty sink. Her brown hair was a complete mess. There were nasty bruises on her face, as well as her own blood that came from her nose and lip. Licking her lips some, she once again tasted the metallic taste of her blood.

The all too familiar taste of blood caused the woman to let out a small giggle, she couldn't help but find a dark sad humor in everything. She had once been a psychology major at Gotham University. Hell she had gotten into Gotham University completely free because of her gymnastics scholarship, and yet here she was now. Standing in a shitty bathroom in an equity apartment in the narrows, with blood and bruises on her face that were all thanks to her boyfriend.

That man had been the whole reason for the woman's life and had taken a full 180 from the life she had planned. She could still remember very clearly the very first day she had met him. She could remember the way he had slid into the bar stool right next to her in that little hole in the wall bar she had gone to with her friend for her twenty-first birthday. Back then she had smiled more, especially around him, but then that all ended within the span of six months.

It had only been six month into their relationship when that man had hit her for the first time, and things only got worse within their relationship, but she never left. She should have, and she knew it so damn well. Hell she was a psychology student after all, and only had one more year before she got her degree. She knew their relationship was doomed that very moment, but she craved his love like the cocaine and alcohol he craved everyday. That addiction was what made her dropout of university, and was what made her cut off all contact with her friends. Honestly, she found it sadly funny how fucked up this was.

It was only when she heard the front door open and close that she stopped giggling and stopped going down memory lane. It wasn't long after that, that she had heard the slurred words of her name from the very man she had dubbed her addiction.

" Haarrllleeyyy. "

Harley Licked her lips again, and tasted her blood once more. This only solidified the plan she had formed in her mind within the six hours he had left her alone after leaving her on the living room floor. Glancing over to the metal baseball bat that was leaning against the bathroom wall, she grabbed it before looking back at herself with a determined look in her eyes that made a smile come to her bloody lips. The smile hurt and bled more due to the busted lip, hell her whole face hurt, but she ignored it all because tonight she was going to break her addiction and finally be free.

When Harley's name was called again, she turned and opened the bathroom door. Her eyes took in the messy run down apartment that she had called home for two years now. Though, she wasn't really looking at the open floor plan, instead her eyes were focused on the man who was drunkenly leaning on the back of a chair. In the man's drunken state, he didn't realize the dangerous look in Harley's eyes because he smiled at the sight of her.