Harley's POV
Those dumbass goons forgot to feed the hyenas. I better feed them before Mistah J finds out.
"HARLEY!"
Shit. "Yes, Puddin?" I say, nervously inching back to feed the hyenas.
"WHERE THE HELL IS MY LEFT SHOE?" He yelled.
"It's right by the dresser."
"I DON'T SEE IT!" He said, walking towards me.
He was unnerving. I stepped back a little as he came over. He towered over me, having me cornered. His chest was at the level of my eyes, but I couldn't look away from his cold, green eyed glare.
"Why don't ya just calm down, Pu--"
He interrupted me with the sound of his rough hand going across my face. I fell immediately and tried to pick myself up. I felt him pull on my red and white shirt, pulling me up to his face. I couldn't bring myself to look into his eyes anymore, but I could feel his gaze pierce into my skin like that knife we used on the mayor last Christmas.
"GET OUTTA HERE AND TELL ME WHEN YOU'VE DONE SOMETHING RIGHT!"
I found myself outside of the abandoned comedy club, walking the streets of Gotham. I had two pistols in my holsters, and my bat dragging behind me.
I'll show him. I can make it on my own. I don't need him. He'll see.
"I miss him already."
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My Not-So Sane Romance
LosoweThis is a Harleypool fanfic with tons of cursing ( bc what's a story with Deadpool without some big boy curse words?), a psychotic romance, AND TONS. OF. ACTION.
