tears of an angel jokerxharley

cause i'm a little unsteady- epilogue

       

This is it, the end of the story. I know some of you are going to be a bit sad with the ending but I hope its okay! I am planning my next story, dont worry! And there may be some Joker/Harley kid stories in my oneshot book (moments&memories) if you want that (let me know if you do!)

Anyway, hope you enjoyed this ride (I sure did) and stay turned for my next book!

Lots of love drharls xx

The beeping was loud in his ears as he raced through the two glass doors. The white light hit him immediately and he squinted in an attempt to get his bearings. No one seemed to notice him in his panicked state, let alone recognise him which was rather unusual. He sucked air into his lungs as he walked down the hallway.

No one moved out of the way for him, he seemed to just move in between the people that walked in the hallway. They all seemed to have blank stares on their face, hopeless stares as they continued with their own meaningless lives as they ignored his struggle to move past them. He wanted to scream, he wanted to shove them all into the wall and race to her side, but somehow his body just wouldn't allow it.

This place was too sterile, too white, not unlike the solitary walls of Arkham Asylum. It wasn't normal, it made his skin crawl as he could smell the sickening scent of sanitiser and death permitting from the walls. She didn't belong here, his baby didn't belong in a hospital.

He didn't bother to ask for her room number when he first entered the place. He knew that he would be able to find her without direction. Because they were connected like that. The room at the end of the hallways was already drawing his attention and he walked towards it. His footsteps were heavy and slow as he moved into the doorway, and his breath was taken away and he could feel his heart in his mouth.

He could see her pale white limbs strewn out over the bed where she was carelessly left. The anger flashed in him and his blood boiled. They should take more care with her, they should take more care of his things. He could see her mattered hair on the pillow, her body hidden by doctors and nurses who hovered over her, pressing at her skin, pulling at her arms, yelling, beeping, voltage. He couldn't see.. He couldn't tell what was going on, he needed to know what was going on with her!

Suddenly, the movement stopped and the doctors and nurses melted away, leaving the room in silence. J didn't know if he was relieved or horrified. He looked around the room and realised that he was completely alone with her. He stepped forward to look at her small, frail form in the bed.

Her knotted hair covered her face. It was smeared with blood which stood in stark contrast to her pale skin. Bruises and burns littered her body and her grazed over one of the wounds with his fingers. He could see her blood on his fingers and he couldn't help but get the sinking feeling in his stomach that this was all his fault. As the scent of her coppery blood filled his nostrils, he couldn't help but wish for the sterile oder of the hallway.

He reached down and took her small hand in his. He leaned his head down and rested it against her forehead. It was so quiet now, to quiet. He could tell by the coolness of her hand in his that she was already dead. Gone. They couldn't save her. The veins showed through her skin and her limps laid at an uncomfortable angle. He moved her legs and arms by her sides and under the blankets. Almost as if she was asleep. Her icy grip caused a single tear to run down his cheek and he kneeled beside the bed. The tiles under him weren't as cold as the body on the bed.

Harley was going to kill him. She was going to be devastated. He could already hear her screams as she figured out what happened, as she saw the body on the bed. Their daughter. Their little girl, their little Lucy.

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The Joker woke with a start, drenched in a cold sweat. He took a few deep breaths to steady his racing heart and sat up slightly. He looked over to his left and saw Harley asleep beside him. That made him relax more as he rested a hand on her head. She was here, it was okay. It was just a dream.

She looked like Harley, he could see that even in that horrible state. He could just imagine them, mirror of each other, both the same, so full of life and love. And he knew that despite the coolness of his nature he would adore her in his own way.

And that why he and Harley could never have a child. He couldn't have another weakness laying around, especially one so defenceless and weak. He couldn't have a child because he would be too afraid to loose them. Harley was the only weakness he allowed himself. She was the only thing we could give apart of himself to because he knew she could guard it. She would protect it with her life, he knew that from experience.

And if there ever was another baby, if this ever happened again and she got pregnant then he would deal with it. He would get rid of that baby in any way possible no matter what it took.

Okay! Let me know what you all thought! Please dont be too sad/upset! xx