Don't Let Him Hurt You"Puddin! Please, don't kick me out again! You know how much I love you!" Harley pleaded for permission to stay, but Joker had had enough!Don't Let Him Hurt You3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"HAAAARLEY! I will not have you screwing up every little plan I make! OUT!" He pointed toward the door and threw her purse across the room. "And take the stupid mongrels with you!"
Harley slowly got up off her knees. "Puddin. Mistah J. Please." She tried to wrap him in a hug, but he shoved her to the floor and went back to his desk. Harley's lip quivered and tears streamed down her face. After much limping she managed to hobble to her purse and feebly mumble, "Babies. Come here." The two massive hyenas looked up happily and bounded toward her. She gave them a faint smile, and looked at Joker one last time. "Why don't you love me?" she whispered, petting Lou on the neck.
Knock knock knock. For some strange reason, there was a knock at Jonathan Crane's door. He set down the new fear toxin he was working on and cautiously tiptoed across the room. He bac
Count On ItWhy do you hate me?Count On It3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
What did I ever to do to you?
I give you everything I have, everything I am. I let you do whatever you want to me; I never complain. I keep my mouth shut like a good girl until you're finished. And then I snuggle up next to you, and you're at peace for the night. Each time I fall asleep, I pray that when I wake it'll be the morning you decide to give it all up. And love me the way I love you. I pray so hard to any god that will listen. None of them ever do. I guess you're right then, that I don't matter. I don't even matter enough to get my prayers answered.
But, shit, I've wanted this more than anything I've ever wanted anything.
I don't care what they say. I don't care how many times my friends tell me it won't work. It will, I know it will. We're meant for each other, puddin. Star-crossed lovers. I don't know how I know it, I just do. No matter how many times you slap me, bruise me, bite me, stab me, hurt me, I still feel like I'm in the right place. When yo
Caretaker The sound of typing was all I heard for the past five hours. How much of my writing had I gotten done? None! Stupid writer's block was keeping me from finishing or even staring on my magazine article.Caretaker3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I needed to be somewhere quiet. Somewhere relaxing. Somewhere I could write.
At that moment an idea occurred to me and I knew exactly where I could go.
I was going to my mountain vacation home about two hours away. It was a bit out of the way, and the Internet wouldn't be great, but it had plenty of hiking trails and beautiful scenery. Perfect for some good ol' inspiration.
Finally, after a long boring drive of seeing what seemed like the same trees over and over again, I was there.
My deadline was approaching quickly, so there was no time for leisure. I had to get started RIGHT AWAY.
JonXHarl- NeededGotham was full of loads of horrible people.JonXHarl- Needed4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Muggers, murderers, embezzlers, rapists.
But there was one man who stood out from the rest. One man who had did something so incredibly unthinkable, that he was the most hated man in all of Arkham Asylum.
Of course, that would be The Joker.
Everyone who knew him knew he had no heart.
It was indeed depressing that someone as sweet, innocent, beautiful as Harleen Quinzel could dote on that clown. She gave everything to him, and wanted nothing more than to settle down and have a family.
But Joker had other plans, and insane little Harley followed right along. Throwing away her dreams as if they were some joke. She knew that they would never come to be, and so it was best to say she was kidding. Because if there was one thing she would not be punished for, it was joking.
But it wasn't a joke to Jonathan Crane.
Jonathan had known Harley since she moved to Gotham. Jonathan had met her when she was a simple intern at Arkham. She had worked below hi