Madhouse

#21 Joker/ Unbelievable

Running. Always running. Wether it's from myself, the cops or batsy.

Many people say exercise is good but I don't think so. I've spent too much of my life working and sprinting. Searching. So instead I walk, and walk slowly just to feel the different emotions that are shoved into my face. And in that way I get an understanding. An understanding of the world around me.

I've learnt to face whatever comes my way in my Sunday best.

My father always used to be the reason for my extensive exercise. I would run away from him, if I didn't consequences would follow. However, my mind can only take me back as much as I let it to. The memories that I've obtained about those days were bleached out with the acid that turned me into the person I am today. All of my youth I hardly remember but it's mostly because I don't want to. Harley's life was spent in a manner that was similar to mine. Maybe that's why I kept her around? We understood each other.

Now I'd never fully know.

6 Hours earlier

My footsteps echoed down the halls as the grunts and little sighs of a certain someone entered my ears. My body stopped as I leaned down to the janitor cart hissing as I did so, "You uncomfortable dear? Think next time you'll know not to offer me to climb in there."

Another round of rumbles and muffled sounds entered my ears, chuckling I straightened my posture pushing the cart a little too roughly to make her shut her mouth. The next thing that followed were curse words and then silence.

"That's better, dontcha think?" The question was more to me that to her but she knew that.

"Ya think I'm trash, literally!" I heard her call sniffling.

Rolling my eyes I scratched the back of my neck. "Estrogen and progesterone are ramping up huh?" No answer.

Then out of the blue a pool of sniffles followed. Sighing harshly I began to wheel the cart away from anyone who was about to be greeted by it. When I was sure nobody could find or see us I walked around to where Harley was hiding. "What?" I questioned as her blues bored into mine.

"Nothin'!" She snapped sternly, pouting angrily like the child she was.

"Ok then..." my hands rushed through my hair as I was unsure of how to proceed next.

"Ya know I was thinkin' if our kid was gonna be expensive but then I realized we don't pay for anythin'!" Her soft cries made me almost burst out laughing. This wasn't normal.

"Honey-"

"Shhh puddin' are we gonna help Lucy or what?"

"You're unbelievable..." I mumbled under my breath.

"Awww I didn't know ya felt that way about me!" Her cute giggles echoed through the dim lit corridor.

"That's not what I-"

"S-so...y-yer sayin' ya d-don't l-lo-ve me?"

"No-"

"I knew it! Yer always so obsessed with your work, sometimes I think why doesn't he just marry Batsy?"

"Harley..."

"Yes?"

"Never mind." I closed my eyes trying to find zen and serenity. This woman was gonna drive me nuts. Her mood swings were on a whole other level, one that I couldn't being to bargain with.

"Puddin' pop~" her singsong tone brought me back to her.

"Yes poo?"

"Could ya give yer favorite girl a kiss?" Her eye lashes batted their way into my soul. So, like she had expected I couldn't resist because that would result in tears.