DC One Shot And Imagines II

Harley Quinn- Scrunchie (a)

The scattering of terrified footsteps sprinting in the opposite direction echoed throughout the forest as Harley launched a volley of grenades into the American speaking trees, you saw her moonlit silhouette fall to the floor in a slump as you jogged towards her to celebrate. Your good mooded victory trot quickly turned into a sprint as her groans of pain slipped from between her lips.

"Harley?" You fell to Harley's side and lifted the bottom of her t-shirt to reveal a large bullet hole with thick blood oozing onto the dirt floor. "Don't you worry, we're going to get you out of here, alright?" Slowly she opened her eyes and lay with shallow breaths as you put as much of your body weight as you could over the wound

"Is it bad?" She asked faintly.

"It could be worse I guess, you're still all in one piece, right?" She smiled softly and placed her hand lightly on top of yours. "You've come out of way worse than this Harley, just stick with me here. We have help on the way, first aid certified and everything. It's no brain surgeon but it's better than nothing I guess." The blood began seeping from in between your fingers and Harley grew paler and paler, even more so than normal.

"Well shit, I don't know about that y/n, this could be me done for. I always thought it would be something cool like fist fighting a polar bear or..." She stopped talking and took a few deep breaths as she fought to keep her eyes open.

"Harley for once can you stop talking shit and just save your breath? Do us all a favour and shut your cute mouth until we have some help here." Harley smiled again as her neck rolled against the cold tree root it was rested upon.

"I'm sorry I don't have some cool jewellery or some deep heartfelt momento to give you to remember me by." She brought her blood covered hands up to her eyes. "They really did a number on me, huh?"

"I wont need anything to remember me by, alright? You're going to be there harassing me and pissing me off just like every other day." She reached her trembling hand to the top of her head, and with all the effort she could muster plucked one of the two scrunchies that sat on top of her head.

"You always moaned that I forgot your birthday, so take this." She tossed the scrunchie into your lap. "And don't say I never get you anything, alright?"

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Written by Aaron.