Ember ; Harley Quinn

• twenty two •

Y/n's POV:

One week later.

I tossed my head back, downing the rest of my last shot, smirking at Canary as she did the same.

"Want another round?" I asked already getting up from our booth.

"Sure." Canary shrugged loosely. I winked at her and made my way towards the bar.

"Another round please, Sid." I ordered, making sure to put it on my tab to pay at the end of the night.

My mind drifted off as I watched Sid take orders and make another round of drinks for me. My hands were shaking and I knew they'd calm down once I had a drink in my hand. I was slipping, I could feel it. I couldn't bring myself to apologize to Sasha for snapping at her, and maybe I wasn't as real as I thought I was.

Sasha would die for me and I couldn't even apologize to her. Maybe that's why I spent all my time with Canary. She didn't ask too many questions and she seemed to take the hint when I didn't want to talk about something. There was some sexual tension that lingered in the air between us and I was waiting on the day we'd both get too drunk to remember fucking.

She was into me, something she made very clear, but I couldn't bring myself to spend a night with her. I left my one night stands, and I didn't see her as a one night stand. I'm not saying I saw her as a romantic partner either, I don't think I'd ever get back into the dating scene.

I rolled my eyes when I heard Jokers insane laugh from the VIP area. Him and Harley both spent all their time here, there wasn't a day I didn't see them. I became numb to it eventually but I knew it wasn't smart for me to push down all my feelings. One day it would all come out and I was a little uneasy thinking about what could happen. Every minute I was losing control of myself.

"Don't worry, kid, it happens to the best of us." Some random man slapped my back, making me spit out the gulp I had just taken.

"For fucks sake, man!" I huffed, looking down at all the liquor spilled on my shirt.

"Sorry." He handed me some napkins, not at all phased that he just spilled my drink on me, "What was it like being with Jokers girl?"

My jaw clenched tight as I grabbed the napkin and tried to clean up some of the alcohol.

"Come on, give me something! You fucked the prince of crimes woman! I'm surprised he didn't kill-ack!"

I slammed him against the bar counter by his throat, literally lifting him out of his chair and slamming him back down. My palms got hotter the angrier I had become. The man under me tried to claw and kick me, only making the fire burn up my arms.

I could hear everyone around me, shuffling to get a closer look as I burned this mans throat. I couldn't stop, I don't even know if I tried to make myself stop. The smell of his burning flesh wafted under my nose, the sticky essence of his blood coating my fingers as it bubbles out.

"Y/n!" Sasha yelled, whimpering when she grabbed my shoulder from how hot my skin was.

The fire died out quickly as the man coughed up some blood before he was gone.

Harley's POV:

I watched y/n from the VIP area every time we came here. Mr. J liked to hurt me and coming to your exes club everyday certainly made my heart wrench.

I noticed y/n was becoming irritated by the man talking to her but she stood her ground. Was I the only one who noticed the little steam arise from her when she was mad? Or the way her chiseled jaw would clench together tightly.

She slammed him on the bar top and I shot up from my seat when she killed him. Joker laughed when he saw y/n run out of the bar, grabbing my wrist before I could run after her.

"Sit, doll face." He growled lowly, slicking back his neon green hair.

I wanted to slap that stupid grin right off his clown face! Pumpkin needed me and I couldn't be there!

Y/n's POV:

My chest rose and fell rapidly while I slumped against the wall in the alleyway. My hands shook violently I didn't think they'd ever stop. His blood still smeared over my hands.

"Hey, hey, Sh." Sasha pulled my head on her shoulder as she rocked us back and forth.

"N-no, Sasha! Stay away." I scurried away from her, "I don't want to hurt you."

"Y/n, look at me." She grabbed my face in her hands and smiled softly, "I know you would never hurt me."

"I-I killed him. I didn't want to kill him. I didn't- Sasha, please believe me." I whimpered.

"I believe you, y/n." Sasha breathed out, and I launched myself into her arms.

"I feel like I just got my powers for the first time again. I can't control them and I don't know how. Harley kept me calm and now s-s-she's-"

"Sh. You're gonna be fine."

"I miss her." I cried, "I don't like who I am anymore."

"Then fight for her, y/n. If you miss her that much, then maybe you should fight for her. Which I can't believe I'm even saying... but I don't like seeing you so broken up."

"She loves him." I told her with no emotion in my voice.

Sasha snorted, "Bullshit. I've been keeping an eye on them and if you look closer, he's just using her y/n."

"But she loves him."

"Maybe she used too. But I think all the love she has to give is reserved for you and only you. You're her little pecan."

"It's pumpkin." I giggled and Sasha laughed with me.

"Same thing."

I snorted, "No it's not!"

"Whatever!" My best friend laughed before things turned serious.

"I don't want these powers anymore, Sash." I mumbled.

Sasha intertwined our fingers together and squeezed in reassurance, "I know babe. But these powers are apart of you and if you learned to control them once, I know you can do it again."

I nodded slowly, "Yeah.."