Jarley in Gotham ❤️

Is it over or not?

Harley woke up on her tear stained pillow wondering Wether to get up at all. She decided, for the baby, to go make herself breakfast. She found a sleeping joker outside her door out cold with a now empty bottle of wine. She carefully stepped over him looking at him there so fragile...so broken. "Why am I being kind to him?" She thought to herself waddling down the hall to the Dining Room. She made some toast but couldn't be bothered to get butter out the fridge so she sat in silence eating her toast the dry taste lingering in her mouth. She wanted so much to go back to the wedding day, their wedding day where joker doesn't freak out and he did say I do but she knew that wasn't real. That was never real. She opened her eyes tears dropped down onto the toast below. "Why can't I just say goodbye?!" She mumbled to herself in frustration placing a loose strand of blonde and pink hair aside.