The alcohol ran through my veins as I drove, but it kept me awake. I had to get away from that club, far away from that pain in the ass. Every single time that silly little girl appeared I got weak and I wasn't willing to damage my reputation.

The sound of a motorcycle approaching alerted me. It was probably a police officer, chasing me for my high speed and I laughed internally. He would be dead in an instant.

But I wasn't ready to see what I saw. I turned my head to see the familiar blond curls that belonged to my dear former doctor and I groaned with frustration.

Enough.

"Stop the fucking car, J!" I heard her scream but I ignored her.

As stubborn as she was, Harleen got ahead and stopped the motorcycle with an impressive move and I couldn't help but feel certain admiration for her persistence.

My car came to a halt to face her, my beautiful Harleen, defiant, facing the front of my purple Lamborghini.

"Get out of the car!" she screamed again and I chuckled, knowing very well she wouldn't move and I wasn't willing to kill her... yet.

Rolling my eyes I stepped out of my fancy vehicle, making sure she noticed how tired I was of her insistence, her childish ways of getting my attention.

And well, she was getting all my attention. I hated that.

"What do you want from me?" she asked, her eyes flooded with salty tears, "I have done everything you said and yet you keep pushing me away! I broke you out of Arkham, I made the fool out of myself back at the club and you left! I have proved I love you, why won't you accept it?"

'Someone doesn't know how to handle the friendzone very well.' I thought.

"I told you before and I'm telling you now–" I said and circled her like a crow, keeping my voice low and cold, distant, "you're wrong, confused. I'm not someone who is loved and I'm certainly not someone who loves. I used you, executed my plan and you're not part of it anymore."

Then she touched my face and that weakness returned, wanting nothing more than to take her in my arms and kiss her, protect her, drive her to my penthouse and make her mine forever. Her hands sent electric shocks through my skin as she caressed my cheeks with longing, desperate to convince me.

"Let me in. Just let me in, I promise I won't hurt you." she begged and I chuckled.

Promises. I didn't believe in promises.

My laughter grew louder until her hand reached for the gun in my holster and raised it up to my forehead and everything stopped being funny.

I glared at her, knowing perfectly well she wouldn't pull the trigger but still, Harleen should have known better than to use the most vicious villain's gun against him.

Silly girl.

"Oh! Don't hurt me!" I joked, a sarcastic grin appearing on my face, "we can be best friends forever!"

Harleen's eyes couldn't hold the tears anymore. They ran freely down her pale cheeks and something inside me stirred. It broke me to see her like that but I faked any kind of concern.

What if you just let her in? You know you want to.

Never.

She has stolen your heart and you don't even know it.

"Do it. I dare you. Pull the fucking trigger." I finally said, my eyes fixed on hers without fear or regret.

"My heart scares you and a gun doesn't?" she said, her voice breaking and that was enough for me to give in.

With a swift move I snatched the gun from her and put it back on my holster. I could have hit her delicate face so hard so she learned a lesson. But I didn't.

Instead, I walked to the passenger side and opened the door.

"Get in." I demanded, ignoring her confused expression. "If you really want to be with me you must pass a final test."

•••

The smell of the burning acids below our feet was consuming my senses, they made my brain hazy, my insides turn upside down, my distant memories return, twisted and mortifying. It was like inhaling a drug I had quit, a drug that killed the man I used to be so long ago.

And I was killing her too, now.

'She will not survive the fall. And if she does, the acids will exterminate her.' the voice in my head spoke.

I wanted her gone, far away where she wouldn't return. This woman was dangerous, even for me. I wanted nothing more than to let myself get lost in her eyes, run my fingers through her perfect wavy soft hair, let her control me.

That was unacceptable.

She was becoming a weakness, and I couldn't afford a weakness. I was unbreakable.

"Would you die for me?" I asked her, like putting a spell on her, my hands moving slowly and gently before her eyes and my little doctor smiled, hypnotized.

"Yes."

"Death is simple, quick. Life is a constant challenge, it needs courage, bravery, conviction." my hand grabbed hers tenderly, as if afraid of touching her and I raised her knuckles up to my lips. "Would you live for me?"

"Always." Harleen whispered, her eyes lost in mine. "Anything you ask, I'm yours."

And as she stood over the edge, ready to jump and disappear, her face showing nothing more than pure adoration, my frozen heart stopped. Yet I turned away to leave as soon as she hit the acids.

'She's gone. You got rid of her forever.'

But the pain was there. Was it guilt? Was it pity? Did I actually like her chasing me like a puppy? Did I love her?

I desired her, wanted her, and that was enough for me to jump after Harleen without hesitation.

My hands searched blindly for her limp body, feeling relieved when I finally felt her and pulled her out as fast as I could.

The acids had already corroded her skin, our clothing disolved around us creating a colorful halo. It was perfect, my gorgeous creation. Her pink lips called mine, to bring her back to life and when she opened her eyes, for a second, my universe felt complete.

"My angel." she whispered, breathlessly.

I didn't feel any pain, she seemed to be oblivious of it too. My doubts about her disappeared, maybe not forever, but right then, she was all that matter.

My Harley.

•••

Oh lord.

This. Was. So. Difficult. To. Write. purple_lambo_lover I hope I made you proud because this one's for ya.

Hope you liked it, baby clowns. More to come #soon.

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