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*~Joker~*
Flashback:
"Let's face it, Mistah J, people like you and me...we belong together! And I'm not about to sit here and let you leave me for another girl, when you know that she will NEVER love you the way that I do!" Harley spat. I threw my head back and groaned irritably, tired of listening to her constant ranting and whining.
"Unless you want to end up like your friends...I suggest you leave and don't come back!" I snapped, pointing at her.
"I know she's pregnant." She blurted out. My face showed no type of emotion as I just glared at her, watching as her lips turned up into a smirk. "I got your attention at last. I thought that I would." She brushed passed me and walked over towards the bar, grabbing two cups and pouring whisky into both glasses.
"You hate whisky."
"I know...but you don't." She handed me a cup, tapping our glasses together, before she downed the brown liquor. "Ahh, that's terrible. Drink up Puddin', and I'll pour us another one."
"What are you up to?" I questioned.
"Oh nothing. We're just celebrating that's all. Now...enough questions and drink up." I know she didn't spike my drink or anything because I was watching her as she made them, but I was still confused and curious about what she had up her sleeve. Nevertheless, I downed the burning liquid and handed her my glass, watching as she poured another drink. "Shall we make a toast?"
"Fuck no!"
"Oh come on, Mistah J! Let's toast!" She raised her glass high in the air, nudging for me to do the same. I didn't budge. "Fine then. Here's to my Puddin' and I reuniting, leaving this disgusting city behind, and everything that comes with it! Cheers!"
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" I broke the glass in my hand, squeezing it as hard as I possibly could, feeling the stinging pain in my hand as I glared at Harley. "I don't know what has gotten into that beautiful, crazy head of yours, but we will never be an us again! EVER!"
"You sure about that?" She questioned, smirking at me. She took a small sip of her whisky, sitting it down on the table, before pulling a phone out of her pocket. "You see this? This phone controls a device that was injected into that handsome millionaire's neck, along with his precious little daughter. You know? The one that you love so much and knocked up? With one push of a button, this small little nanite could blow the head right off of a body, killing the person instantly. Now...I'm sure you wouldn't want that to happen to that precious toy of yours, do you?"
"You're crossing a very dangerous line, doll face." I warned her.
"I don't see it that way, my love. Now...here's the deal. You're going to cut all ties with her and run away with me, somewhere where we can have a fresh start and terrorize a city without that stupid bat swooping in and stopping all the fun. Doesn't that sound like a dream come true, Puddin'?" As much as I hated to admit it...what she was saying did sound nice and that's exactly what I wanted. Stealing money and jewels, wreaking havoc on all the innocent people, all while disturbing the peace and having fun. I wanted all of that, but...I didn't want that with Harley. I wanted that with Alex, but I knew she wouldn't choose the villain life; especially now that she's pregnant with our kid. And if I'm being honest...I didn't want her to choose that life. I wanted her to stay and be a mother, following in Bat brains footsteps to protect the city that he loved so much. "If you refuse me, I will press this button and I will blow her fucking head off. No more Alex, no more baby. But...if you decide to come with me, I will destroy this phone and we can ride off into the nighttime and live happily ever after. So...what's it going to be Puddin'? Me or them?"
My eyes opened as I stared down at the table, feeling the cold air surround me, as I shivered a little bit. That night was still fresh in the back of my mind, and I couldn't believe that I chose Harley over my own family. What choice did I have though? If I wouldn't have chose them, she would've killed them.
"So who did you choose?" My psychiatrist asked me, looking up me with a questionable look.
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Miley Cyrus as Dr. Penelope Young
"I chose Harley."
"Why?"
"I had to. She threatened my family and I'd rather have Alex hate me, instead of me visiting her grave everyday." I said.
"Okay..." She said, writing something down in her journal. "So tell me what happened after you ran off with Harley." I scoffed and shook my head, not really regretting my behavior when it came to her.
"I was pissed that she gave me an ultimatum, so I decided to take all my anger and frustration out on her."
"Can you elaborate?" She questioned.
"Our relationship was twisted...solely built on manipulation. We were never a couple, but I couldn't deny the love she had for me, while I only tolerated her because she did everything that I asked. Sure, there was one point in time where I couldn't see myself without her, but that changed when I caught her cheated on me." I clenched my jaw, thinking back on that night I caught Harley cheating on me.
"How did that make you feel? When she cheated on you?"
"Enraged...like I could've killed them both with my bare hands, but lucky for the both of them...they got away." I grumbled. "I never got over that, so after we ran off together...I started being extremely abusive towards her. Slapping her around, punishing her when she tried to become too independent, and the list goes on. She never eased up though. She was still the same lovesick, obedient submissive that she's always been." Looking back on everything I've done, I wish I could say Harley didn't deserve the abuse I gave her, but she did and she know she did. She tried so hard to be everything she thought I wanted her to be, but instead...she was nothing but a huge burden.
"Did you ever show the same aggressiveness to Alex?" She asked me.
"No! God no, I could never hurt her!" And yet I already did. I thought to myself. "I mean...I could never intentionally hurt her."
"What makes her so special that she gets treated like a queen, while Harley gets treated like dirt?" It sounded to me as if she were trying to take Harley's side, despite her not knowing the whole truth.
"The relationship between me and Harley was toxic, but my relationship with Alex...it was something special. She did something to me that Harley could never do, and that's fall in love. Sure, I loved my darlin' Harls, but I'm in love with my kitten Alex." I smiled, sitting back in my chair. "Everything she does comes from within; from some dark impulse. I guess that's what made her so thrilling to watch. So dangerous...even perfect at times, but also so damn destructive."
"I don't think you're capable of love, Mr. Joker. To be honest, I think you like the idea of love but let's be real here...you don't love either of these women. Harley did everything for you, just to prove her love, and yet you kick her to the curb. Alex then came into the picture like a shiny new toy that you played with for awhile, but then got bored with and tossed to the side. Unfortunately...you broke that toy apart...creating yet another part, if you know what I'm saying." She stated.
"Yeah, I know exactly what you're saying, but you're wrong. Alex was NEVER a toy to me! She might've been a toy to the Joker, but not to me."
"But you are the Joker."
"No I'm not. Not anymore. I'm Jack...Jack Napier."
