Save Your Sin || Dick Grayson [2]

07| Harley Quinn vs. The Joker

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Returning from the Iceberg Lounge I was the one who was charged with the task of making sure that Harley got into bed safely. Ivy was not pleased that Harley let herself get this intoxicated, and after whatever conversation Selina had with Penguin she was left on edge. 

Slowly I say her down on the bed planning on helping her into something more comfortable, but it seemed that she had other plans as she slapped my hand away.

"Ya gotta tell me Sparky." Harley muttered as she let herself fall back on the bed, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Tell you what?" I questioned though it was mostly just to entertain her as I knew she tended to speak nonsense whenever she had too much to drink. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed I looked at her expectantly and watched as her features suddenly became serious.

"Cheyenne I used to be a therapist. Got my Ph.D and everything, so how about we cut the crap." She stated as she suddenly sat up not seeming very drunk anymore. Slowly it began to dawn on me that maybe she hadn't had as much to drink as she had led me to believe. "Tell me what happened tonight. I mean you totally missed an opportunity with that Deadshot guy. It's about the that boy isn't it?"

I felt completely speechless not necessarily because of the topic of the conversation, but because I was beginning to realize just pow perceptive Harley was. Clearly I was underestimating her. "Harley..."

"He's your trump card isn't he?" Harley continued a slight amount of excitement and understanding in her voice. It almost seemed like she was determined to crack me, to understand me on a level she never bother to before.

"Trump card?"

"Trump cards." She repeated as she placed her hand over mine. "Everyone has one. Place where the armor we build around ourselves is the weakest."

I thought about her words for a moment, my first instinct was to deny it. Say it was ridiculous and that I had moved on. But really it would have been ridiculous to deny it. Harley would see right though my lies that was painful clear. "Then yeah I guess he is. But Harley I really don't have anything to say."

"Okay then I'll just sit here." Harley stated as she looked across the room with a blank expression. I leaned back against the headboard knowing perfectly well that I could simply get up and leave. Walk away and pretend that her words didn't stir something inside of me. 

Again it would be ridiculous to deny that I wanted to talk about it. That maybe talking about it and having it out in the open would help me let go and move on. Ideally I always believed that Selina would be the best person to talk to, but she was dealing with her own demons. Her own feelings towards Bruce. And here was Harley who understood without knowing anything at all. "I don't even know where to start."

"Start anywhere."

"He..." I began to say and realized that I really didn't know where to start. There was so much to say, and so much that I knew I couldn't tell her. What I felt really couldn't be expressed with words. Words wouldn't even begin to scratch the surface of it. Of him. "He's not like anyone I've ever met. He's kind, funny, always so thoughtful. Handsome, I mean his smile... was enough to brighten anyone's day. He always treated me like I was everything to him. But he hid something important from me, and maybe he didn't love me as much as I thought. And sometimes I wish I'd never met him. It would be easier if I never met him. And the thing is I can't even imagine a life where I never felt his love. Even if I'll never have back again."