Author's Note: So yeah, this is just another little pet project I'm fooling around with, something that will be updated to the tune of my fancy or pretty much whenever the mood strikes. Feedback is always accepted and never expected. Bring on the gripes! ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own Harley or the Joker.
Harley was so pretty when she bled, fast-moving lips pulled tight in a grimace of white, immovable lines, creases wearing on features too young and fine to have them. It was in moments like these that he truly savored life, when the unintelligible babble ceased and only the hushed sounds of strained breathing, harsh gasps really, filled the air.
Holding the switchblade poised over her flesh, he paused with a chuckle, allowing the stinging metal to droop, the poignant contrast evident in the shuddery hiccup that escaped her as silvery tears welled in those baby blues.
Tomorrow he'd kiss her. Tomorrow he'd make it all better.