Harley Diaries (Harley's story)

Ten

Funny how things can take a turn. 

I glazed my focus over the glistening balanced ring on my left hand. Of course I said yes, but to wait to marry until I'm ready. What would've happened if I said no? That Punchline girl definitely knows how to mess with a woman, especially me. For a moment then, I thought J was going to push me away again. I stood up and sighed, should I consider being the villain again? 

I went to my closet and rummaged through the piles and piles of clothes, until I found two familiar bottles, one bubblegum pink, one teal blue. My hair dyeing bottles. I grinned, time for my original colored hair. As I wrapped the ends of my hair in tin foil, I thought about the Harley before Joker, just Harleen. That smart, serious woman who thought that she had her life straighten out. I laughed under my breath, who would want that girl back?

I can't always be someone that other people expect. There are things in the world a certain girl can't go back to. Such as Harleen. Even now I don't know who the true me is. I removed the tin foil in my curled hair and placed my head down in the bathroom sink and ran my hair under the ice freezing water. As I towel dried my hair, I sat down and watched Bruce sleeping amongst his huge bed. I smirked. I remember when I wanted kids with J. That's when I wanted things rushed between him and I. But even now, we've both grown a bit mature since our breakup. It used to be the usual back when, robbing banks, stealing cars, proposing a heist to rob the new millionaire down the street, same old same old. But nowadays, it's different. Joker doesn't even want to fight Batsy whether Bats was still around or not. I kind of miss the old J. But I like this one a little more. He's more, well lovey. He's doing it to make me happy he says. But all that makes me happy is him being there in the first place. I know the rush is continuing... for god's sake, I love the man.

I looked in the mirror and saw myself. I screamed at what I saw behind me in the reflection.