Psychotic | Harley Quinn & The Joker

Harleen Quinzel worked with The Joker.
Sessions & sessions created a bond like no other.

"Harley, Harley, Harley. . ." He growled.
"You've been a very bad girl."

She giggled.
"I know, Mistah J. What'ya gonna do about it?"

A skin so smooth and pale like her own made her shiver. His grin turned into a satisfied smile. She gently traced his tattoos, watching as he grinned at her affection.

"I like being bad. It's fun Mistah J."

"I know."

- - -

Just looking at his eyes, he felt uneasy. He could only see hers. Her broken, grey, stormy eyes. She fluttered them back and forth so that he couldn't watch her cry. She'd laugh to hide it, and sweep her finger across her eyes, shaking her head as she did. She'd begin quivering, rewarding a glimpse to the man who stood in front of her. With shame, she'd finally let the tears fall. Right, in front of him.

He heard her soft-spoken voice whisper something that he couldn't hear. Her lips trembled as she spoke, with wet tears rolling down her porcelain skin. Her voice, so mute and mysterious escaped from her dampened lips. His blue devious eyes watched hers in search of response. She kept mumbling, in words he couldn't comprehend.
"I love you."

- - -

"Tell them your name..."

The man in the black attire looked at her uneasily with dark circles rounding his eyes and his arms pulling his arms back in an unhealthy direction.
His body, quivering, again refused to make contact, allowing his vision to drift to the right from the monster in front of him. He couldn't look. Even at the camera. shallow blue eyes of deep intentions were inhabiting his soul.
But, he dared.
"Bryan. Douglas."

The trembling voice spoke, as Harley's eerie voice erupted in a fit of laugher. She was yet to be fooled with another fake Batsy.
She knew the real side of all her victims. Their true identity. Most importantly, their fear.

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