Jarley in Gotham ❤️

What have i done?

Jokers hand hesitated in mid-air above the bedroom door handle. He placed it back at his side and slid down the door placing his head in his hands. "What have I done?" He whispered to himself. Fresh tears fell down his cheeks landing on his leather jacket. He slicked back his lime green hair beaded with sweat.
Who knew the psychopath could feel emotions? He was so angry at himself and what he got himself into.  He just wanted everything to go back to normal to be with Harley, his Harley. But no he had to make a mistake, didn't he? He always did this to himself he would have it good and then it would all crumble before him. He needed to do something and he needed to do it now before it was too late.