SUICIDE SQUAD //ONESHOTS {REQUESTS OPEN}

Sing. ((Harley Quinn x Reader))

WARNINGS: NONE

NOTES: Here's another request! Uhg, you guys always come up with the best story prompts, I love them. Sorry it's kinda short. Hope you enjoy!

You loved singing. Ever since you were little, singing was your favorite thing. You were always told you had a beautiful singing voice.

Music was your escape. When the world turned ugly, you knew that you always had your music. It's amazing how something so simple, could have so much influence on a person.

Even when you got your butt hauled off to jail, you continued to sing. The reason you were in jail, was because you killed your cheating ex boyfriend.

The lady in the cell next to you, Harley, was your only friend in the place. She once told you she over heard you singing, and thought it was beautiful. You thanked her and blushed. You never really liked it when people heard you sing.

On night, you were washing your face, getting ready for bed. You splashed water an your face and began to sing.

I'm bigger than my body,
I'm colder than this home.
I'm meaner than my demons,
I'm bigger than these bones.
And all the kids cried out, "Please, stop! Your scaring me!"
I can't help this awful energy.

You climbed into bed, closing your eyes. You began to sing a different song.

We don't believe what's on TV,
Because it's what we want to see.
And what we want,
we know we can't believe.
We've all learned to kill our dreams.
I need to know, that when I fall,
You'll still be here.
Cause if you stick around,
I'll sing you pretty sounds,
And we'll make money,
selling your hair.

You drifted off to sleep after a while, peacefully.

                            ×××

You awoke the next morning to the sound of the guards banging on the bars to get you up. You hopped out of bed, and they led you into the cafeteria.

You got some of the pretty nasty food, and sat down. Harley sat right next to you, and grinned.

"I heard you singing last night." She said. You cringed a bit.

"Oh, you did?" You asked, smiling. Harley nodded and took a sip of her drink.

"Hey, it was really beautiful. Those songs were amazing!" She said, "They tell a lot about your personality."

"How do you know that?" You asked. Harley raised an eyebrow, and tapped a finger on her temple.

"Psychologist? Remember?" She said. You shrugged. Harley smirked and kissed the top of your head.

"I hope you'll sing again tonight." She said.