Harley Quinn x Reader

Chapter Eighteen.

The rain poured down on your face, it always rained on days that people held funerals. You were standing in a sea of black clothes and umbrellas, Harley stood by your side as you watched a coffin being lowered into the ground.

"Chato Santana was a good man... I didn't know him long enough to know if he was really the bad guy but what he did... he saved six lives giving his own in return. That man lived with a power that no other could control, his fate was cruel and inhuman but he died a heroes death. Chato and I weren't close but in the time that I spent with him I am proud to call him my brother because he protected us like we were family and I'm grateful to have even met him. May he lead the fallen to safety." You recite the speech that you had spent many days mulling over.

The coffin finally lowered down, you threw a bouquet of red jade vines into the hole and others started throwing vines in too.

"You did good." Harley whispered to you.

Yet you felt like this still wasn't enough. You had said all the right words you had played the part right but something was still missing, you just couldn't figure out what.

"Something's missing." You tell Harley.

She stared at you for a moment.

"You're not crying (Y/N)." The rain started to let up.

You reach up to your face and sure enough it was dry no tears had escaped your eyes, confused you tried to force yourself to cry but you just couldn't.

"Harley I can't cry." She grabbed your hand in hers.

"It's okay." It was time for everyone to go back to the prison.

Cars were parked along the curb guards were littering the cemetery making sure no one escaped. You got into the car with Harley, Deadshot and Katana it was a quiet drive back your hand was sitting on Harley's lap as she drew lazy circles on your palm you stared out the window raindrops were racing each other down the glass you could see the sun peaking out from behind grey clouds. When you saw the prison gates you sighed this whole place was miserable and today just added onto it.

"I love you (Y/N)." Harley whispered.

You didn't answer you were too caught up in your thoughts to even hear her, you pulled your hand out of hers and rested it on you thigh you didn't feel touchy today and if you were being honest you just wanted to sleep this off. The sun finally let out and it was shining brightly on such a terrible day. Faith. Deadshots words still played in your head faith was a lie nothing about faith was real, you hated yourself for feeling this way you just wanted to feel like today was worth something that Diablos death told everyone that they too could be heroes. The car pulled into the prison and guards opened the door pulling you and the others out your eyes landed on the familiar red tweed jacket. Amanda.