Like pinned butterfliesUnderneath the screams lie echoes of a destructive yet beautiful dismemberment.Like pinned butterflies3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The clown prince can almost literally feel the ripping of Harley's metaphorical wings as he scratches down her back.
Little bits of good forever stuck under his nails.
Blue adoring eyes stare up at the one monster that destroyed her life yet breathed a whole new one into her lips like a gun to a suicide victim. Harley can taste blood on her lips but then again it can be war paint.
Her heart beats like gun shouts and Joker slides another bullet into her mouth with his tongue. Something about mad love that no one knows.
Nobody can cure a maniac
Especially a murderous like love.
Harley is still young to this new form of viewing the world. Like a lost puppy fending for food and getting her bearings. He speaks in such a way that the old her sometimes screams back at her, she begs for this clown princess to remember who she is and that she still has hope but the clown princess paints her lips midnight and hushes
For the Love of Joker 9For the Love of Joker 92 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When I reached Selina's apartment with my things, I parked my car in the alleyway; knowing full well that it was illegal, but not caring one bit.
I climbed up the stairwell to the top floor and dropped my suitcase in front of the last door on the right side of the hallway, and rapped three times on the door. Despite the early hour I heard the familiar squeak of the floorboards as Selina came to inspect the peephole. I heard a small intake of breath and a the click of the door unlocking.
When the door swung open I saw Selina... with a drastic haircut.
Disregarding the sudden lack of hair atop Selina's head, I rushed myself into her arms and began to cry... not trying so desperately to hold it all together, as I had earlier.
Whilst in her arms I kicked off my heels into her apartment, quickly resolving to change into my pair of white Chuck Taylor's as soon as possible.
We were still standing in her doorway, and I was still sobbing into her shoulder. At this time I couldn't
For the Love of Joker 16/Jack Ryder/For the Love of Joker 162 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I groaned. I tried to move my arm. I groaned again.
I repeated the process with both of my legs, and got the same result. Pain.
Things weren't broken. Just amazingly sore.
I opened my eyes and was meet by a dazzling blinding light. I blinked a few times and looked to my right. She was here.
"Hello Jack, how are you feeling?" She says sweetly.
"I'm fine. Why am I in a hospital?" I snap.
"You were pushed off a building! Oh my god, I was so worried about you. I did a report on it and everything. Do you remember Joker pushing you off?" Her blue eyes sparkled with unshed tears.
"Of course I remember. It isn't something I will soon forget."
"Jack... I have a question for you..." she starts.
"Why is Harley in the waiting room... I thought you said you didn't love her anymore."
"I did say that. But I guess she was called when they brought me in after my fall."
"Would you do me a favor, Vicki, and send her away?" I say sweetly.
"Oh sure, Jack! I love you so much!" She sque
For the Love of Joker 8For the Love of Joker 82 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I lay in bed, finally back to where it all started.
The phone call that changed my life.
How only five hours could change my life; is a mystery to me.
In hour one; I was encountered by my best friend; stumblingly drunk, and hopelessly in love.
In hour two; I had my first face-to-face encounter with the infamous Batman, and got to ride in his legendary car- if you could even call it a car, I think "super-epic-tank-type-vehicle" is more appropriate of a term than "car".
In hour three; I met my first real crazy person, and also someone that-much to my chagrin- can make me have major emotional pitfalls; and also make me blush like a mad person. The even more insane thing was that- those two scenarios came from the same person
In hour four; I entered my office, much like any other morning, but this time, a gift was awaiting me; but this gift was not one that I liked, nor one that I desired to keep- but a part of me, though small, desperately did wanted to keep it.
Twice as hardShe'd turn to look at him, wondering where the days events went by like little droplets falling from a broken faucet.Twice as hard2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The city had actually simmered down and the crazy talk had sort of slipped under the sheets. Then inmates found warmer spots and hoped that food would eventually be dropped. Somehow the crazy side of town had gotten it's own place and name, still a mystery to her how this had been managed but then again anything is possible with a city filled with so many cruel intentions.
Then again, everything had gone to shit in nano seconds.
She washed the blood from her hands before turning to look at him, bandages around his torso, blood staining the bed and his ragged breathing getting just the tiniest bit fainter. Harley had done all she could for now, sending out the kids to get the first doctor the could find and get him or her down here as quick as possible but for now, she'' drown herself in cheap whiskey and watch over him. It was a combination of things, a shoot out that w
For the Love of Joker 6For the Love of Joker 62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rooftops. Why is is that I always end up on rooftops?
I was sitting on the glass paneling of the skylight above my apartment, blanket
wrapped forcefully around me, iPod music blaring in my ears.
I didn't want to think, because if I did, I knew it would be some girl-ish
fantasy about me and tall, dark, and brooding.
I felt my stomach pang as the song changed to Elvis' I can't help falling in
love with you.
What was this? The fourth or fifth time that he has had to drag my drunk ass
home? I certainly couldn't be that attractive to him, nobody could be that
attractive to anyone if they were to be seen drunk.
Like a river flow surely to the sea, darling so it goes, some things are meant
"Yeah, right." I said aloud. My Bruce and I were not meant to be. I sighed and
took the iPod out of my pocket to switch it to the next song- but turned it off-
I didn't feel like music was working for me anymore.
I stood up, no longer wanting to face my feelings up front. I was
"Loves Me Not"I had reached that point where I had nowhere to go nowhere to run and no one to hold me or at least make me feel that I'm still here..."Loves Me Not"5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It got to her and I don't blame her because I know how pathetic I am...I don't deserve her.
"You don't see the damage he does...he may be all nice now with you but soon it won't be like that" I look at her then I look away. I'm gonna lose Red if I don't open my eyes but I'm going to lose J if he finds out I'm still talking to her.
I get the feeling of jealousy when it comes to them. They can't be in a room for more than ten minutes and it got to the point where Joker doesn't even want me with her.
My only friend.
"Pam..I can't let go" She runs her hand through my hair and pulls me close pressing her forehead to mine. "Not even for me?"
I complicated our lives By falling in love with him
I wish I could. I wish I could just pack up and leave with you Red but...
"You know I would do anything for you Red.." Her eyes cast down her expression c
Cigarette kissesThe cigarette hangs loosely from his lips.Cigarette kisses4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fumes escaping from his nose, the sides of his lips.
Eyes on hers, watching how her lips wrap around the small burning stick. Only she could look so pretty when smoking but he looks sleepless almost exhausted.
A few more puffs and he throws the stick away the last ghost of fumes escaping his scarred lips like a hush. Placing his elbows on his knees he leans forward watching her closely, legs straight, her head against his knee and how the smoke continues to come out her perfect lips. Fingers that have seen better days run through her golden waves, moving locks away from her face and just soothing the wild ones away.
Blue eyes close and lean into the touch and he can't help but wonder how something so simple as sharing a cigarette with her could be so relaxing, how running his fingers through her yellow locks could make him feel a sense of peace that seemed to unreal to him.
"What's on your mind?" Her tender voice speaks as more fumes escape he
For the Love of Joker 11%Harley Quinn%For the Love of Joker 112 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Vrr vrr, vrr vrr.
I ran my fingers along the hardwood floor until I met my vibrating phone.
I squinted my eyes at the glowing screen. The title said Unknown Caller. I grumbled at the desplayed time of four AM and clicked the ignore button.
The phone began to vibrate again in my hand, signaling that I had a message. I angerly hit the dial button.
"You have one missed call;" I heared the mechanical voice of my voicemail box say.
"Received today at three fifty-nine AM, new message from: six-four-six-three-two-eight-seven-zero-seven-seven."
"Hi Harley! Call me back- hey what's your number Brucey? Oh ya!- call me back at six-four-six-three-two-eight-seven-oh-seven-seven, okay? Loveyabye!"
"End of message. To delete press seven. To save press nine. More options press zero." I clicked the number seven.
"Message deleted. Main menu. To listen to your messages press one. To send a message press t-" I hung up the call with my voicemail and went to my missed call menu. I clicked the
I Can Say it AgainHe can feel her on the other side. Her whimpering sobs.I Can Say it Again5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He balls his fist.
He can hear Ivy trying to calm her down whispering things to her words that he can't quite make out but he knows..Oh he knows.
Poor Harley is caught between liars...only if she know that I'm being sincere this time
Laugh. That's what he wanted to do.
On the walk over here the motivation he had was to put even the most determined men a trembling mess but as soon as he saw her and how normal she was how ok she was with the fact of him not being in her life made him...
He put his ear to the door to see if Pam was still there soothing Harleys sadness away but herd nothing, just Harl's slow even breath. If she was coming home he had to dig up an old demon an old argument that happened on a cold night.
A night where things were confessed but never to reappear.
"Harl..I know you can hear me" She began to cry softly again.
He didn't like this not one bit. The fact that plant was probably hearing
For the Love of Joker 7For the Love of Joker 72 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
11 years earlier
A younger me runs through a field of wildflowers with the girl of my dreams. Suddenly I fall backwards, she playfully tackled me. I caress her cheek with one of my long hands, and she melts into it, closing her beautiful blue eyes.
I felt my stomach clench nervously, as it always does before I lean in to kiss her. Our lips touch and I feel electricity course through my veins. What is this amazing girl doing to me? I pull away and see her contented smile. She falls back back into the flowers, eyes closed, enjoying the last rays of sunshine before the night sets in.
"Harley?" I could hear the nervousness plainly in my own voice.
"Yes, J?" She opened her eyes, the sun glinted off them like sapphires.
"Once in a couple of years, when I'm eighteen - would you run away with me?" I felt my breath hitch in my throat. Please say yes.
She started to giggle, and I sighed a lamentable sigh. I loved the sound, but I as afraid that it meant no.
"Oh Jason, you are so silly.
Plastic RosesYour tormented lips forever tattooed on my hips.Plastic Roses4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Deadly kisses smudging with the sweat.
I could never deny these moments where we find some form of peace within one another.
Slow nights and fast days.
Gun shots in the hollow of your heart.
Wilted flowers on my feet.
So plastic like your love.
False and unprotected.
Dangerous and disgusting.
Fear written sheets beneath our naked bodies.
Swimming forever in some abyss where the songs are gothic and angry much like us.
Dancing around uncertain problems like drunken love struck teenagers high on ecstasy.
Fingers tracing the comfort zone and I swear your smile in more sinister at night.
Leave behind the chaos.
Die inside me with your knife like fingertips.
Stay here with the silence.
With your princess and her swollen lips.
Black eyes and purple back. From under my lashes shall I love you.
See you buried in between my breast.
Your voice like a low hum that carries the devils across my soul and into my head.
Could we forever dance this seduc