Jarley

Accidents happen

Harley's POV

After reading the paper, I crumbled it up into a ball and threw it away. I walked into the Joker's room wearing blue skinny jeans and a button up shirt. I curled my hair and put in some Harleen glasses from my doctor to maniac days.
"Like the outfit. I might need a new size though. This is a bit too skinny." The joker walked up to me.
*SLAP "What the frick is wrong with you?! ONE PERSON?! STUPID!" He punched me in the side of the head. Blood dripped down my face.
"I am sorry." I stuck a gun to his head.
"Do it. DO IT!" I hesitated. All I did was stand there. The blood. It dripped onto my clothes and onto the floor. He took the gun from my hand.
"Look...don't take this the wrong way." I didn't know what he meant at first. Then I knew.
He took the gun and pointed it at my arm.
"BAM"

Blood. It dripped onto the floor. The joker let out a laugh. He stood looking at me scream in pain. He ripped a part of his shirt off and rapped it around my dripping arm. He picked me up bridal style and started to walk outside.
"Sorry. Now people really WILL think your dead." At least he shot me where I would survive. I started to loose consciousness. It was probably from loss of blood. I screamed once more.
"I thought you loved me." I said and passed out in his arms.