Trapped in the Closet

Fuck Flowers

Harley's POV~

"Harleen, you need to get out of here."

"Okay, I've officially been in this cell fah too long!" She yells, eyeing the talking plant sitting on her windowsill.

"And whose fault is that?"

"Mine." She sighs, looking at the ground. "I shouldah been there fah him more, maybe then, he wouldah realized he loved me, not the Bat."

"No Harls, his jackassery isn't your fault! You have looked after him and loved him more than anything and he just used you like you were nothing. He doesn't love you!"

"Whatah you know?! Yah just a talkin' plant in my head that my brain created tah keep me company! I should know, I was a psychiatrist!"

"*sigh* It's me Harls, who else in this shithole is able to control plants? Well, I don't control them, I ask them nicely...y-you get the point."

"Oh, it's you. Ives, how many times do I have tah tell yah? He does love me! We've shared so many intimate moments, he even proposed tah me! He was all like 'til death do us part' in his sexy, grisly voice!

"Then where's your ring?"

"He was holdin' a gun at the time! He probably didn't have time tah take it out and kneel on one knee, cuz Batsy showed up! He's a bit of a creep fah watchin' Joker propose tah me though. With such an angry face too! Eugh he gives me tha heebie-jeebies! Such a weird gu-"

Hey, come tah think of it. He wasn't really lookin 'at' me, was he?

Third POV~

'That' day replays in her head like a broken record. Playing like a scene from a drama movie, she watches as Joker proposes to her over and over again. And every time it loops, the more and more Joker's eyes start to move off to the side...then past her. And every time, her heart sinks lower, and lower, as what's left of 'Harleen Quinzel' tries to rationalize with what's left of her sanity.

Beneath her, the read-head sighs. Rationalizing to herself, that Harley just needs a little more time to think. Her eye twitches, while she resists the urge to break out of her cell and slap sense into the jester herself. She reads the address labeled on the parcel, in the corner of her cell, to pass the time. Fiddling with the ring on her middle finger, flipping the latch open and closed, like a clock ticking away.

6/12 Park Row

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~Joker's Explanation for What the FUCK Happened During the Span of a Month~

*Imagine Joker walking along the beach, in a white, flowy, see-through beach-dress, only wearing a purple metallic speedo underneath. He refers to the readers like he's makin a fuckin inspirational short film, to inform the 'readers' (whoever the hell they are🦇) of what happened for their (🦇+🃏) relationship to get to the point where it is now*

Having a relationship is like going on a holiday. You're only trying to buy one thing, a booking to a nice hotel room, because you felt like you needed to treat yourself and your partner. You end up with all these extras and 'package bundles', because the website kept showing you 'great' steals (like 'get this room with a free massage!' And 'all you can eat buffet breakfast for only $20!!!' But then they ask you how many people are going and it becomes $40! And they don't show you on the recipt until you go to pay, because all it says is 'all you can eat buffet for 2' and the room with the 'free massage' is much more expensive than any other room).