Gotham High: Harley & Joker [COMPLETED]

Chapter 30: Broken Heart

Harley's P.O.V:

The wave of sadness left me in one big rush. Then a wave of anger crashed into me. I gritted my teeth to stop a shriek of pure rage. How could he?! I shouldn't ever have even trusted him! Now I see him clearly. He's just a crazy mother f*cker. I'll never trust or love him ever again. Never.

"I want you guys to go back to the room and fix yourselves up." They didn't say anything about me acting in charge. They just nodded and left, understanding. I took a deep breath in. Deep breath out.

I walked out of the closet and back to dorm 666. When I got there I knocked harshly. Two-face answered, groaning.

"Wh-" he stopped when he got a good look at my face and saw how much I longed to slap Joker. He stepped aside, not knowing why I was mad but knowing that I didn't come here for him. I strode past him and went directly towards Joker, who smiled and held out his arms for a hug, apparently oblivious to my expression. I reached out and this time I was the one who slapped him.

As soon as the shock past (which lasted for 2 seconds, literally.) he jumped up and pushed me to the ground. I fell with a 'oof.' His expression was livid. Suddenly I felt like confronting him like that wasn't my best idea ever. I crawled backwards towards the wall as he stepped towards me. Suddenly he lunged towards me and pulled me up by my hat like last time. He pulled me close to his face so I was staring into his furious green eyes. I gulped.

He threw me against the wall. I gasped in pain as I hit the hard surface and landed on the cold floor. I was trembling now. I saw Two-face slip out. Coward.

Joker grabbed my arm and yanked me up again. I stood, shaking, in front of him.

"Puddin...." I asked shakily. I felt like saying his real name would not help my situation at all.

He threw me on the bed but didn't do anything else. I felt like crying again more than anything and felt tears build up at the corners of my eyes. No! I can't cry! Not in front of him! But one betrayed me. I felt a single tear slither down my swollen cheek onto my lap. Quickly, my shaking hand removed the evidence. Too late. He saw. His eyes narrowed.

"After all I did to make you smile. I even tied up your God damn friends for you!" He spat.

Awww... he did it for me? Happiness spread inside me. How could I have slapped him?! I frowned. I felt horrible. I looked up at him with adoration.

"Puddin..." I squeaked. It didn't matter that he hurt me. I forgive him. "Puddin... I'm sorry.. forg-" I was cut off when he grabbed my jester hat and pulled me to him, then he threw me to the floor. I tried to get up. I had to make sure he was okay. He was just mad because I had slapped him. This is all my fault!

"Puddin..." I tried again but he kicked me in the gut. I clutched my stomach, groaning. I felt his hands closing in on my neck. My eyes widened. Please... no.....

He picked me up by my neck up so high my feet were off the ground. I gasped and clawed at his hands for him to get him to let go and let me breathe.... I felt dizzy... I knew the feeling... I was going to faint if he didn't let go.

He turned around and turned me around so I'm facing him. His hands were still around my neck and he stepped forward, making me stumble back against the wall. He grinned. I whimpered. He banged my head against the wall until I saw stars. He was choking me again...

"Please.... Puddin.... your hurting me..." He just laughed coldly, still smiling.

But he let go, I sunk to he floor in a heap, gasping for breath, cupping my throat with my hand. I looked at him through the tears and blood.

"Puddin.... I'm so-" but he slapped me and I fell back down onto my elbows."

"I thought you were gonna be fun. Guess I was wrong as I hate to admit it. Your just as boring as your freaking friends." And he turned away from me. Before he left thought he said,

"And don't call me Puddin. I'm not your 'Puddin.' I never will be and never was." He broke off into a fit of giggles. "And to think...your friends even warned you about me! How stupid can you get?" He sneered.

Then he left, shutting and locking the door behind him, leaving me bloody and crying.

With a broken heart.