Mommy Harley!

Old memories

Harley opened the door to Pam's room.

Pam was playing with an old batman doll with an arrow sticking through his head and a transformers toy she loved carrying around. The tiny girl stood up when she saw her mom and smiled. "So, have you thought about dying your hair? Cause I got a surprise for you..."

Pam watched as she brought in a drug store bag. And she squealed when she dumped it on the floor, ten different types of dye falling out. Harley smiled as her daughter started to leaf through it. "What color? Your sisters are asleep, so we could do it tonight if you want." She suggested, earning a enthusiastic nod from the girl before heading to the bathroom.

After a few minutes of Pam going through the dye, she finally found one. Harley has a small towel on the ledge by the sink, along with gloves and some bleach.

Pam slipped in, holding the dye behind her back. "Okay, so what'd ya pick?" Harley asked, bending down to her kids level. Pam giggled, and held up her choice.

If Harley wasn't already chalk white, all the color would have drained from her face.

Her kid was holding up a tube of green hair dye.

"Can we do this one?" Pammy asked, smiling. Harley barely felt herself nod as she helped Pam up onto the counter and took the dye.

The next few minutes were silent. Pam thought it was weird that her mom was being so quiet as she did the instructions on the tube. But she continued to look at the mirror until she was done.

The finished results were...heartbreaking. Harley looked as her kid ran her fingers through her light green locks. Now that she saw her, she wished she could just wash her hair back to normal. But something took hold of her, and she dyed it. She didn't want to, but something was there, telling her too.

"Thanks, Mommy!" Pam squealed, hopping off the counter. Harley barely noticed her hug her waist, barely noticed her kissing her Goodnight, barely noticed her leaving to her room...

Now she was standing alone in the bathroom, still holding the now-empty tube. Some of the dye was on the counter.

Him.

She desperately tried to flush him out of her mind. For five years, she tried to think of anything else but his face. Anything else but his purple suit, matching Ace's hair color. Anything but his big smile, a trait that all the girls got from him.

No! With a growl, she tossed the tube in the trash and walked to her room. She left that sadistic clown! He was abusive, violent, and never cared about her! She was just a toy, a means to an end to him.

She turned on the lights in her room. It had a dresser, a bed, and a nightstand. Pictures were taped on the walls, of the girls and her friends. Sometimes they stopped by, played with the girls a little and asked Harley how she was doing.

She traced her finger along one above the nightstand. It showed Harley and all her girls by the front gates of their home. All of them were making goofy faces and in funny positions.

Her kids. The things Harley loves more than anything in the world. She'd do anything for them. She'd die for them.

But still.

She reached into her drawer, and pulled out an empty pill container. "Damn." She muttered, noting that she had to go into the city tomorrow to get some more. She then stripped off her clothes and slipped into a small nightgown. Getting into bed, she pulled out her gun from under her pillow. It was still fully loaded. Looking at it for a second, Harley slipped it back under. She than threw a rock at the light, making it break. She smirked in the darkness and rested her head on the pillow.

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I was standing in a dark room in my old costume. Somebody cackled in the room. "Who's there?" I asked.

Suddenly, the lights turned on.

And there he was. He had on his purple suit, and his blood red smile. I then noticed the knife in his hands, and looked down.

Lucy, Arleen, Jester, Ace, and Pam were lying on the floor in bloody heaps. Larger than life smiles were drawn around their mouths. Joker laughed as he kicked Lucy's arm. I screamed and tried to attack him, but something was holding me back. He looked straight at me. "Oh Harley, you couldn't kill me even if you tried!" He said. I was crying by then, looking at my daughters lifeless faces. Blood was pooled around each of their bodies. "How can you do that, you bastard?!" I screamed, covering my face with my hands.

"But I didn't."

When I lifted my head, my hands were soaked in blood, and some dropped down my face. "No!" I yelled, trying to wipe the blood off. But it stayed on, now dripping and forming puddles on the floor.

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Harley jerked up in her bed, panting heavily. Her hands instantly flew up, and thankfully were clean of blood. She sighed as she laid back down. Just a dream, it was just a dream.