Insanity At Its Best

59 - battle

Redbone by Childish Gambino

Is it possible to be in love with how someone breathes? Personally I think i've just gone over the edge of lunatic but it's just something about the way his chest moves. Up, down, up and down. It's soothing to hear him breathe. His heart is stabilized, beating at an average rate.

Outside the clouds are grey and heavy with rain. Seems like it's always raining out here in Gotham. Rarely they'll be a day with the sun shining. Don't get me wrong I love the rain. But the smell of all the factories and gas from the cars tend to mix with the humidity causing a not so pleasant smell to greet our nostrils.

His muscles bulge under my touch as i sweep my fingertips across his chest and biceps. His arm tightens around me, bringing me closer to his body. I place my leg in between his and close my eyes.

Why does this feel so right when it shouldn't? He left me. He just vanished from my life one day and I was left so confused and hurt with heartache. I can't just let bygones be bygones. I need a proper explanation. I need an apology.

But you also need him.

I huff before standing up from my place next to him in bed. Once again i grab my clothes and put them on.

"And where do you think you're going?"  his deep, raspy voice greets my ears.

"Home" i answer curtly and grab my heels with my finger tips.

"Why do you insist on leaving when you know you'll just end up back in my bed kitten?"

"Because I need to keep trying or else i'll never be free from you" I say and he looks offended by my words. He quickly recovers and stands from the bed.

"Are you still upset over what happened before the break?" he asks with a now more serious look on his features. I nod confirming his thoughts.

"I need answers Jack. I can't just simply forgive and forget. I want to know why you left me the way you did. Was it because of what happened between Bruce and-"

"Stop talking" he says and i furrow my eyebrows.

"Tell me why you left me-"

"I said stop talking" he says sternly.

"Fuck this" I open the door and slam it shut behind me.

I don't have the mental energy to deal with his bursts of rage.

He busts through the door not a minute later while i'm half way down the steps.

"Harley if you walk out that door so help me" I turn around once i've reaches the bottom and put my hand on my hip.

"You'll what? Huh?" his jaw tenses and i can see the veins in his temple ready to burst.

"I'll kill you" I look at him for a moment. Next thing i know im laughing my ass off. "I'm sorry but the best thing you could say was that you'd kill me?" I shake my head and walk down the large living room.

"You cant leave" he says to me.

"Watch me" i snicker.

"For christ sakes Harley stop walking"

"Why?" I turn around to look at him and it's clear to see he wasn't expecting for me to listen.

"Because what's the point of running. You know that you'll just end up back here." I scoff.

"That sounds more like a statement rather than a plea for me to stay. I don't even know why I try" I mutter my last sentence before turning back around.