𝓣𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ( 𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓮𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓙𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓻)

𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 ( 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 11 )

Harley watched the world as it was. Waiting for something, anything to happen. Frost was inside the grocery store, and she was stuck in his car.

She noticed an alarm go off, a few streets down. The sound trickled through her ears, the sweet melody of crime.

Harley tried for the door handle, pulling it forcefully toward her. It was cemented in the door and wouldn't budge, had he purposely locked her in the car?

She fell short of breath, and tried to inhale and exhale. She was experiencing a panic attack, her instincts kicked in and she smashed the car window and ran as fast as she could down the street.

Until his car was no longer in sight. And she had no clue where the hell she was. She was lost and alone in the streets of Gotham.

𝒥𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓇

Joker slammed the door with every fibre of his body, kicking the brunette out of his house. He was doing her a favor, not many people met Joker and lived to talk about it.

He could of put a Bullet in her head, but right now he didn't feel like killing anyone. An experience that was completely new to him.

𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔢. 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔯, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔯.

He fought the urge to give in, to his thoughts. Too his mind, but all he could think about was her. The way her body curved, her naked body.

All her ever wanted to do, was touch her. Rip her clothes off, and explore her. Every crevice, every bump. Every imperfection, not that she had many.

And Frost took that all away from him, his property. He felt the energy drain from his body, he collapsed onto the carpet. He felt weak and exhausted.

When he woke up, he felt cold tears staining his cheeks. Abusing Harley helped him forget, to numb his emotions.

Hearing her scream or whimper, replaced the voices in his head telling him to end it all.

Putting an silence seemed like the only answer, so he drowned himself in alcohol. Inhaling the liquid, bottle after bottle.

" Fu*k her, I don't need her. What I need is to find and kill Frost. For taking what was rightfully mine, for taking the one thing that helped drown the voices."

He began planning his revenge, every detail was thought out. His plan was simple, pretend like he was fine. Rehire Frost and Kill him, rip him apart.

He felt a fire in his bones, he drove hysterically through the streets of Gotham. Laughing his head off, unfortunately it was late and the streets were dead so it wasn't as much fun.

𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔣𝔲𝔫 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔯.

She always ruined things, why the fu*k was he thinking of her. She betrayed him, she was nothing. Just the dirt beneath his feet.

He sped home, slamming his foot on the petal shooting past the buildings like lightning. Forcing all his frustrations into the movement of the car.

ʜᴀʀʟᴇʏ

The streets of Gotham were dirty and musky, her heels were broken and clutched in her small hand. Her feet were sore and achy from running.

She stopped at a bench and sat down on it. Bringing her knees up towards her. Harley noticed a few men across the street, laughing and shouting.

They hadn't seen her yet, but after a couple minutes one of the men spotted her alone and soon the whole group flocked towards her.