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Chapter 34 | Dead

I twirled the baseball bat in my hand, and looked at the woman on the reflection of the clear window. She was pale, with blue eye-shadow on one eye and pink eye-shadow on the other. They were dragged down to her cheeks, like a waterfall. Her lips were painted a bright cherry red. A small part of the lipstick was dragged down the corner of her lips. There was a heart-shaped tattoo near her eye.

Oh!

And there was another tattoo, a word 'Rotten' along her pale porcelain cheek. There were many more colourful tattoos all over her body, making her pale skin even more paler.

There were some bruises and cuts on her body. Her hair was tied into two pony-tails, dyed blue and pink on either ends. She was a bubble-gum in her lips and had a baseball bat resting on her shoulders. The baseball bat had scribbled words of a lullaby, which she sings for her man every time he gets a night-mare. So, she had the words Goodnight written across them in thick red letters.

She seemed like a confident woman. She seemed like a woman who would wear pain like the grandest of diamonds around her neck. You can't touch her. She is fire and she would burn you.

She was a true fighter, you could see it in her stormy gray-blue eyes. She was not born strong, she was made strong. You would fear her if she looks dead into your eyes and smiles. She was a breath-taking mosaic of all the battles she had won.

Most importantly, she is a strong woman because a strong man loves her passionately.

She is a legend.

"Hiya Harley Quinn!" I squealed at the reflection and waved. The reflection of the woman waved back at me and I grinned wildly.

"Ya look pretty." I said, twirling around. The reflection mouthed the same words back to me.

"Oh!" I cooed. "Thank ya!" I touched the palm of my hand on my chest and gave the woman in the reflection a genuine broad smile.

Three years had gone by in a blur. It was filled with chaos, fun and destruction. Batman, having lost his right-hand man, was set on taking Joker back to Arkham. But, my puddin' was much smarter than anyone else. He was always five steps ahead of everyone. It may not look like it. But, he always was.

We had fun nights and even more fun days. I had become famous in Gotham city. People feared me and respected me. I would prove the city again and again that I was the fùcking queen. I earned my respect and became powerful. People said that I was more crazier than puddin'.

I am.

And I love it.

Being crazy made me feel sane. Being crazy made me realise all the fun that I have never experienced in the world. Being crazy made me love my life even more. Being crazy made me happier than I have ever been. Being crazy with him brought out the best in me.

He was my insanity and I was his sanity.

"Shh..."

I flipped around to see a small boy standing behind me and I bent down, levelling my head with the small charming boy. He was muttering something under his breath incoherently and I frowned, not able to hear anything he is speaking.

I looked behind to see his parents tied up on a wooden chair, back-to-back. It was my work. The man of this child had betrayed Joker by trying to steal some money from him together with his filthy wife. I wanted to take care of him for puddin'. The father's eyes widened in fear as he saw his son standing infront of me. I grinnned deviously.

"Sam, get back from that lady! She will hurt you. Liste-"

"Shut up!" I shouted and turned to face the boy and patted his brown-haired head.

"Please..." The young boy who seemed at the age of six muttered. "Let them go. I need them."

"No." I wiggled his nose using my finger.

"They made ya believe that ya need 'em. In reality, ya don' need 'em. They 're back-stabbin' liars. Ya can grow without them. Ya don' need anybody." I said, giving him a sweet smile.

The boy looked up, unsure of what to say and I lifted my head, walking away from him and reached his parents. I had tied a kerchief around his mother's mouth because she was constantly crying and it was annoying.

"Go away kid." I said, turning around to face the boy and he quickly nodded, his eyes filled with fear, as he struggled to run away, looking at his tied-down mother with worry and ran away into a room.

"Ya don' even know how to raise a child." I picked up a fairy-tale story book named 'Cinderella' lying on the tea-table.

"Cinderella lied and snuck out at night to attend a party. Ya make your kid read this shit?" I asked and picked up another fairy-tale book named 'Snow-white'.

"Snow-white lived alone with seven men!" I squealed, feeling disgusted that they make their kid read these kind of stories.

What kind of sick parents are they?

There were a stack of fairy-tale books and I grabbed each one of them, complaining about them. "Jasmine was in a relationship with a dirty home-less boy named Aladdin."

I threw the book away and picked another one. "Pinnochio was a liar. Ya teachin' your kid how to lie or somethin'?"

I took two more books in my hands and looked at them, before shaking my head sadly at the bad parents. "Tarzan walked around without clothes on!"

Taking the last book, I gave them a harf glare before shouting. "A stranger kissed sleeping beauty and she married him!"

"Ya can't blame him if he turns out evil later in life, ya know." I said, winking at them as they stuttered for words. "Ya both are bad people. Ya deserve to die."

I pulled out the white gun from my pocket and shot them straight on their foreheads, not letting them mutter a protest.

I heard a small sound behind me and immediately turned around, pointing my gun, ready to fire.

It was the kid, standing behind the door. I walked over to him, bending down and gave him a sweet smile.

"Where's mommy?" His voice was soft and child-like, innocent and filled with worry for his mother. He had tears in his eyes as his lips quivered. There was fear in his eyes as he eyed the gun in my hands. The fear of seeing his own mother dead gripped him as he looked at me with fear and hope. A tear rolled down his eye and dripped down his chin as he looked at the blood splattered on my arm, taking in a sharp breath. His eyes were wide and innocent, still fresh and new to this cruel world.

"Mom's dead kid." I grinned deviously, walking away before tossing a bubble-gum towards him.

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