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Chapter 34 | Dead

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Chapter 34 | Dead

I twirled the baseball bat in my hand, and looked at the woman on the reflection of the clear window. She was pale, with blue eye-shadow on one eye and pink eye-shadow on the other. They were dragged down to her cheeks, like a waterfall. Her lips were painted a bright cherry red. A small part of the lipstick was dragged down the corner of her lips. There was a heart-shaped tattoo near her eye.

Oh!

And there was another tattoo, a word 'Rotten' along her pale porcelain cheek. There were many more colourful tattoos all over her body, making her pale skin even more paler.

There were some bruises and cuts on her body. Her hair was tied into two pony-tails, dyed blue and pink on either ends. She was a bubble-gum in her lips and had a baseball bat resting on her shoulders. The baseball bat had scribbled words of a lullaby, which she sings for her man every time he gets a night-mare. So, she had the words Goodnight written across them in thick red letters.

She seemed like a confident woman. She seemed like a woman who would wear pain like the grandest of diamonds around her neck. You can't touch her. She is fire and she would burn you.

She was a true fighter, you could see it in her stormy gray-blue eyes. She was not born strong, she was made strong. You would fear her if she looks dead into your eyes and smiles. She was a breath-taking mosaic of all the battles she had won.

Most importantly, she is a strong woman because a strong man loves her passionately.

She is a legend.

"Hiya Harley Quinn!" I squealed at the reflection and waved. The reflection of the woman waved back at me and I grinned wildly.

"Ya look pretty." I said, twirling around. The reflection mouthed the same words back to me.

"Oh!" I cooed. "Thank ya!" I touched the palm of my hand on my chest and gave the woman in the reflection a genuine broad smile.

Three years had gone by in a blur. It was filled with chaos, fun and destruction. Batman, having lost his right-hand man, was set on taking Joker back to Arkham. But, my puddin' was much smarter than anyone else. He was always five steps ahead of everyone. It may not look like it. But, he always was.

We had fun nights and even more fun days. I had become famous in Gotham city. People feared me and respected me. I would prove the city again and again that I was the fùcking queen. I earned my respect and became powerful. People said that I was more crazier than puddin'.

I am.

And I love it.

Being crazy made me feel sane. Being crazy made me realise all the fun that I have never experienced in the world. Being crazy made me love my life even more. Being crazy made me happier than I have ever been. Being crazy with him brought out the best in me.