Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2013 0:00:08 GMT -4
The yellow cab drifted to a halt along the gravel of the abandoned amusment park. The wind blew lightly, carrying the dead leaves and the free garbage left from when the place used to be open. The midnight moon hung high in the sky plastered on a cloudy black sky without a single star to compliment the brilliant glow of the orb. The grounds of the amusment part were laden with grungy rides which had rusted over time. They creaked as the wind moved the carts on the farriswheel and other smaller rides which held passengers. It was a very eerie sense of the place, there were even a few tree who didn't have any leaves covering the branches and at a certain angle, when they were against the back drop of the moon, it looked as though you had just stepped into a horror movie.
The rubber tires skidded to a halt as the hard body of the car swerved to the side, making sure not to black the entrance to the funhouse. The blonde in the drivers seat gathered her belongings before sliding her slender figure through the door frame as she pushed the door to the car open. Her heeled foot pressed down first against the gravel as she checked to make sure she had stability on the gravel laden ground. With satisfation, she slid the rest of herself out and quickly slammed the door. The click of the mechanism echoed through the empty park. It wasn't usually this quiet around here. By now at least there had been the friendly faces of her two darlings Bud and Lou, yet they were nowhere in sight.
With a raised eyebrow and a look of suspision plastered on her face, the blonde carried on into the funhouse. Looking around curiously, her head cocked around and moved in bizzare ways as she craned, trying to find if any of the henchmen were stationed on the rooftops like usual. Her pudding was never one to not take a risk. Don't get him confused with someone who hated surprises, he loved them, but it was a little hard to enjoy something if it arrives at your doorstep, unexpectadly and unannounced with the intent of leaving this place with your head on a bloodied pike. Each step the girl took, you could hear the clack of her heels against the gravel and soon the hardened steel ground.
As she pushed her slender body through the doors, she removed the concealed blade from her handbag. The doors were never left open unless someone had broken in or was guarding the perimeter. And nobody was around, so the open doors couldn't be a good sign. Her feet stepped on the solid steel ground as she looked around the empty and quiet lair in hopes of seeing a friendly smile that she had grown accustomed to. Her hopes were still high as her gaze darted around the darkened room. The eerie silence was filling her up, infecting her like a disease. Her senses grew restless as her grip on the hilt of the blade tightened, readying herself if anybody leapt from the shadows to attack her and most likely bring her life to its end.
Each breath she took rang in her head as she felt her heart pounding against her breast. There was an intensity in the room which she had never felt before. Usually this place was exploding with life of some sort whether it be laughter or screaming, there was always something to fill the void of silence, but now, it was as though her world had been darkened and everything that used to make her feel at home flew away, leaving her abandoned and alone. There was some nervous lump gathering in her throat as her silhouette disappeared into the shadows, trying to find a source of light. Any light would count, whatever she could find would be able to shed some light on this whole strange atmosphere.
Soon, her mind began to wonder as her hands explored the cool cement walls, searching for the switch. What if this was all just a big joker her Mistah J was pulling? Or hey maybe he was throwing her a surprise party, but her birthday wasn't for a little while. He couldn't have left her, maybe he just went out and he wind blew the doors open, but he would have left a note or something. If he was dealing with business, he wouldn't have taken all the guys, and he sure wouldn't have left to handle something without his right hand woman. Her heart rate increased as her motions became frazzled, frantic and rushed almost as though she was afraid of whatever the outcome would be.
Dropping the items she carried in her hand, Harleen began searching rapidly almost frigthened as her hopes began to plummet and soon she dwelled in the darkest recesses of her mind where she believed that the worst oucome possible was what was true. Maybe he had just had enough of her and really did just leave, or maybe he sent someone out to kill her or even worse, maybe someone finally succeeded in killing her darling Joker. She knew he had lots of enemies, it really reflected on her being with him all the time, but she didn' think she could handle seeing his dead mangled body with nothing more then a swift bullet to the head. He deserved to be killed in a much more creative way then just a simple shot to the head. It would only be worthy of killing the Joker if it was clever, witty and involved a game of sorts, kind of like those traps constantly seen in those Saw movies.
Her hand finally contacted with the hard lightswitch, Harleen quickly flicked the light on and waited a moment as the industrial lights took a moment to warm up. Gripping the blade tightly in her hands, Harleen adjusted her stand and prepared for something to be revealed from the light as they hummed to life, exploding in a blinding burst of light. Shielding her eyes for a moment, her eyes fluttered open and was shocked and worried to see a trail of blood leading into the next room. Slowly, she followed the trail of blood. It looked like someone had dragged a dead body across the floor, maybe someone trying to drag themselves to safety or even someone trying to hide or dispose of a body. She found herself facing a closed door. Taking a deep breath, the blonde placed her hand firmly against the door and applied a slight amout of pressure.
The door slowly creaked open as she peeked in trying to get a good view at the contants of the room. Stopping for a moment, her chest popped once as she took a calming breath before pushing the door open and lunging in with fists ablazing. She glaced around the perimeter of the room only to find the body of a joker goon. She paid no attention to him until she was sure that the room had been cleared. Slowly, she lowered her blade and approached the body, not really caring about blood which had been pooling around him for what seemed like hours now. It had stopped and wasn't spewing anymore, now he was just a lifeless husk, his eyes open wide. The look of a dead man didn't scare her anymore.
She used to be terrified of the sight of a dead body. The stories she heard in Arkham were bone chilling, just the intimacy that the killers had with their victims was divine. Each of them had a special flare a signature if you will. Harleen had killed guy during her college years, but that was just a fluke, her real curiosty kicked in during her internship at the asylum. She found herself very fond of the patients she was treating mentality and belief system. They were just misunderstood souls who were completely victimized by the Batman. Had this cowled vigilante not arisen in Gotham none of these poor souls would forced to take up a sort of call for action to rid the city of this fiend. They were all victims, not predators.
Noticing some blood around the mans chest, Harleen pulled the mans open to reveal a note carved into his flesh. The note was hard to read with the blood emptying from his body, but it was legable enough to read. The note read, Gone fishing deary, don't come looking for me. Startled by the note, Harleen backed away, horrified at what she had read. Her pudding had left her alone while he ran off to god knows where to do god knows what. The blonde continued to back away from the body, dropping the blade to the steel floor with a clank, until she reached the concrete wall. Pressing her back against the wall, she slowly slid down the wall until she could curl herself up and feel the safe embrace if her own flesh.
Her body was shaking with fear as she stared past the dead body into the abyss that was the note. Her vision hazed over as her breath intensified and her heart rate grew exponentially. It really didn't take long for the tears to kick in. Slowly, her make up started to smear down her face, lining her cheeks with a dark outline of the eyeliner and the mascara that covered her face. She kept herself as tiny as possible, trying to keep herself safe and secure from the darkness and evil that plauged this earth. Every single moment of heartbreak and sadness flooded her mind. She was stuck in an entire vicious cycle of sadness and anger towards herself for even allowing the love of her life to escape her grasp.
She kept her back hard against the wall, her head buried into her knees. All she could hear were the countless voices echoing in the back of her mind. Each of them just demeaning her and breaking down every inch of her being and confidence. The voices began to swirl and mix together, certain ones stood out over others while some were nothing more then whispers in the background just an underlaying tone of sorts that really hit her where she hurt. The girl tried to swallow her fear and insecurities as the voices spiraled around her, breaking her down and making her feel worse then anything she had ever experienced. She remembered seeing the fear in someones eyes as she drained them of their life and allowed them to become nothing more then a worthless husk of flesh. She would kill and torture people in the most intimate ways she knew, and she was able to do this without batting a single eye lash, but now, everything around her was crumbling and her entire world came crashing down around her.
She remembered her friends trying so desperatly to convince her to leave Jokerbecause he abused her constantly, she believed that he had truly loved her, but none of that seemed important now. She remembered the countless times that he would tie her to a rocket or leave her to be caught by the cops and later sent to jail. She was nothing more then a pawn to him, but to her she was his queen. When he was around he put a smile on her face, sure they had their ups and downs, but in the end, he always loved her and apologized for whenever he had hurt her or anything. The girls make up smeared against her face downwards as her tears feel down her cheek and stained her cheeks with the darkened make up.
All of the voices clouded her mind everyone who had ever called her dumb, a bimbo, a battered wife, all of the names you could think of, she's heard it all. But even through every single negative comment, a single phrase rang out above the rest. The voice of her lover plauged her mind, overcoming the sheer power of the other voices. The words started low as they repeated and echoed off the walls of her mind. The sounded as though they were quickly approaching her, becoming louder and louder until the sheer power of the words screeched in her ear like an angry banshee. Let's put a smile on that face! Raising her head from her knees, Harley looked out to the blade she had dropped on the ground. Reaching out, she took the blade by the handle and held it for a moment, just allowing the light to catch the shimmer in the sterling silver.
Taking a deep breath, the girl raised the balde up and opened her mouth. Slowly, she moved the blade onto her tongue. She felt the divine sensation of the cool steel against her tongue and sending shivers through her body. Her eyes showed such pain and hurt in them as her breath intensified and her eyes shut tight as the tears somehow still were able to find their way out of the eyelids and travel down her cheeks. She just had to feel close to him in some way, anyway that she could, even if that involved cutting her cheeks into the form of a smile. He used to be able to always make her smile, but now he was gone and nobody was left to make her smile or see the good in the world. So if she couldn't be happy without him, she would just find a way to remember the good times they had.
Taking in a final breath, she tightened her grip on the blade and quickly jerked it to the side making the slightest incision into the corner of her mouth. Luckily, she pulled the blade out and only gave it a slight cut, nothing that would really leave any sort of scar. With her entire body shaking with fear, she dropped the blody knife to the floor, the blade clanking against the steel floor. Reaching up, she held her mouth as blood dripped down into her hand and onto her floor. The blood mixed in her hands with her tears as they plopped into the pooling blood. She couldn't do it, she couldn't make the sacrifice that some would be willing to make, but it wasn't because she didn't actually love him, it was actually nothing to do with him.
If she had gone through this, then she would have conformed to every single negative word put against her by everyone else. She would just be obsessive and weak to feel so desperate to be close with him that she carved a smile into her own face. She continued to shake as she took the blade off the ground and gazed into the blade at her own reflection in the blood stained blade. She saw the blood falling from the corner of her mouth. She looked like a mess, but to her, she was going to become beautiful again. Joker never made her who she was, but everyone else seemed to believe that he was her trigger. This whole thing actually gave her the perfect oppertunity to prove it to everyone that she was strong and didn't need to be piggybacked by anyone.
Slowly, the blonde slid herself up the wall and to her feet. Walking over to the body, she loomed over it momentarily, just staring into his open. She tried to think about the most sick and twisted way he chose this one. She saw her own reflection in the man's eyes. She was going to prove it to him and everyone else that she wasn't some weak and defenseless creature who needed someone to care for her. She was strong and powerful and would be able to survive on her own and even prove herself to everyone in her life. She was going to watch Gotham burn to the ground, then who would be laughing. A smile quickly spread across her bloodied face as she slowly built into a state of mind of pure hysteria. Her laugh was almost exactly like that of the Joker. It was haunting to have the laugh echo through the empty funhouse.
Making quick work, Harley grabbed a canister of gasoline from off the side and started to cover the entire room and body in it. The flammable substance fell from the nozzle and poured all over his body. It drenched his clothing and expanded out from the place it hit and coated the floor in it. Slowly, she began to back out of the building, allowing the gasoline to trail after her. Each step she took clicked as she shook the red canister trying to get as much gas out as she could. Finally reaching the door, the blonde tossed te can aside and allowed the liquid to continue to pour out as it clanked to the ground, the nozel facing downwards as the liquid expanded past the metallic canister and spreading further and further onto the steel floor.
Starting away, Harley removed a zippo lighter from her clevage and flicked the cap over. Turning the wheel on the side, the flame exploded and danced as a gentle breeze rolled in. She stared at the flame for a moment, captivated by its beauty before tossing it behind her and into the doorway. The flame hit the trail of gasoline as it quickly ignited and spread like a wildfire through the room and ran full speed towards the body. Connecting with the deceased hunk of meat, his entire husk exploded into a brilliant light and danced as the flames surrounding him scaled the walls and engulfed the entire building. A smile spread across Harley's face as she slid into the cab once again. She stayed motionless for a moment in the car as she watched her pudding's home go up in flames. This was her fresh start, her new begining and she wasn't going to take this lightly. Keeping the smile plastered on her face, the blonde punched the cab in gear and sped out of the abandoned amusment park as it ignited into a burst of flames, traveling from ride to ride, cleaning her memory and leaving her with nothing more then a clean slate. A new identity of sorts.
The cab sped into city limits as the girl did some "shopping". She left each closed store nothing, she wasn't looking for money or even some parts for a new death machine or prank, there would be a time and a place for that. This was all for her, to make up the new and improved Harley Quinn. She took only what she needed and spent as long as she wanted in the stores looking for the new her. She picked up everything she needed, clothing, make-up, weapons, hair dye, all the basic necessities to re-invent herself and everything she represented. Pulling the cab into a high class hotel, Harley put it on one of the cards she had laying around in her purse from the dead cabbie from the day before. Checking into her room, the blonde made her way up into her suite with her new "purchases". She quickly placed the "Do Not Disturb" sign on her doorknob, making sure there'd be no interruptions during the transformation process.
It took the girl over three hours to finally get herself situated into her new duds. Pulling the curtains back, the girl revealed her new look to the city who'd die at her hand. She stood facing the bay view window, looking out to the city's skyline. The girl who once wore a cute little black and res leotard matched with a jester hat and boots seemed completely altered and corrupted by modern day society.
She now stood before the city dressed all in red and blue. She wore a single red sneaker and a single blue sneaker, she complimented them by wearing the blue thigh high sock with the red sneaker and the red sock with the blue sneaker. Her thin figure had managed to fit itself into a pair of short shorts with one side being red and the other blue, a diamond of the opposite color was plainly stitched to the back pocket of each side. Around her waist she wore a studded belt with two gun holsters draping down on either hip. The flap of her left hip was blue while the flap on her right hip was red. A red and blue corset-esque top embraced her torso leaving her stomach and collar bones exposed as strings weaved in and out of the hoops at the front of her top. The inside portion of the top closest to the strings as well as the back of the shirt was blue on the predominately red side and red on the predominately blue side. Three throwing knife sheathes of the opposite color as the predominate one lined her ribs on either side, fully loaded with tiny blades, six in total. Their handles were the same as the back of the shirt and the portion closest to the strings.
She wore two forearm guards each the same color as the sock on that side. Each arm guard had four diamonds in their regular shaping as her previous costume in the color opposite to that of the whole arm guard. Around her neck she wore a frilly collar with a small cape extending to her lower back. The inside portion of the cape was blue and the outside was red. Her face was painted white as was the rest of her exposed skin. Around her eyes, she wore black make up that extended along the contours of her nose and on her eyebrows. The black make up dragged down near the outer corners of her eyes and pointed at the end, almost like they were tears. Her lips were a plump red almost as though stained by blood. Lastly came her once beautiful blonde hair. It had since been dyed to resemble her new look. One side of her hair was blue and the other red. Her red hair was on her left as was her red shoe, leaving her hair blue on the right with her blue shoe.
As the girl looked out the window, she saw the array of weapons laid out neatly on her bed, there say two fully loaded guns, two new blades, one of their handles were red and the other blue. Finally, there sat a large mallet in the corner. A large cement block was fitted perfectly on the end and filed down to be smooth. The handle sticking out of the rock was red as the blue tape spiraled around it. Walking away from the window, Harley placed the guns in their holsters and sheathed her blades in their sheaths, strapped to her thigh. Taking hold of her mallet, she swung up and paraded the rock over her shoulders as the handle extended across her neck and shoulders. The girl peeled her lips back into a menacing and sadistic smile before she spoke in a low whisper. "You're all going to know the name of Harley Quinn, each and everyone of you." This was the new Harley, and she was out to make a name for herself and paint Gotham a beautiful red with the blood of its citizens, and there wasn't anything anybody could do to stop her.
The rubber tires skidded to a halt as the hard body of the car swerved to the side, making sure not to black the entrance to the funhouse. The blonde in the drivers seat gathered her belongings before sliding her slender figure through the door frame as she pushed the door to the car open. Her heeled foot pressed down first against the gravel as she checked to make sure she had stability on the gravel laden ground. With satisfation, she slid the rest of herself out and quickly slammed the door. The click of the mechanism echoed through the empty park. It wasn't usually this quiet around here. By now at least there had been the friendly faces of her two darlings Bud and Lou, yet they were nowhere in sight.
With a raised eyebrow and a look of suspision plastered on her face, the blonde carried on into the funhouse. Looking around curiously, her head cocked around and moved in bizzare ways as she craned, trying to find if any of the henchmen were stationed on the rooftops like usual. Her pudding was never one to not take a risk. Don't get him confused with someone who hated surprises, he loved them, but it was a little hard to enjoy something if it arrives at your doorstep, unexpectadly and unannounced with the intent of leaving this place with your head on a bloodied pike. Each step the girl took, you could hear the clack of her heels against the gravel and soon the hardened steel ground.
As she pushed her slender body through the doors, she removed the concealed blade from her handbag. The doors were never left open unless someone had broken in or was guarding the perimeter. And nobody was around, so the open doors couldn't be a good sign. Her feet stepped on the solid steel ground as she looked around the empty and quiet lair in hopes of seeing a friendly smile that she had grown accustomed to. Her hopes were still high as her gaze darted around the darkened room. The eerie silence was filling her up, infecting her like a disease. Her senses grew restless as her grip on the hilt of the blade tightened, readying herself if anybody leapt from the shadows to attack her and most likely bring her life to its end.
Each breath she took rang in her head as she felt her heart pounding against her breast. There was an intensity in the room which she had never felt before. Usually this place was exploding with life of some sort whether it be laughter or screaming, there was always something to fill the void of silence, but now, it was as though her world had been darkened and everything that used to make her feel at home flew away, leaving her abandoned and alone. There was some nervous lump gathering in her throat as her silhouette disappeared into the shadows, trying to find a source of light. Any light would count, whatever she could find would be able to shed some light on this whole strange atmosphere.
Soon, her mind began to wonder as her hands explored the cool cement walls, searching for the switch. What if this was all just a big joker her Mistah J was pulling? Or hey maybe he was throwing her a surprise party, but her birthday wasn't for a little while. He couldn't have left her, maybe he just went out and he wind blew the doors open, but he would have left a note or something. If he was dealing with business, he wouldn't have taken all the guys, and he sure wouldn't have left to handle something without his right hand woman. Her heart rate increased as her motions became frazzled, frantic and rushed almost as though she was afraid of whatever the outcome would be.
Dropping the items she carried in her hand, Harleen began searching rapidly almost frigthened as her hopes began to plummet and soon she dwelled in the darkest recesses of her mind where she believed that the worst oucome possible was what was true. Maybe he had just had enough of her and really did just leave, or maybe he sent someone out to kill her or even worse, maybe someone finally succeeded in killing her darling Joker. She knew he had lots of enemies, it really reflected on her being with him all the time, but she didn' think she could handle seeing his dead mangled body with nothing more then a swift bullet to the head. He deserved to be killed in a much more creative way then just a simple shot to the head. It would only be worthy of killing the Joker if it was clever, witty and involved a game of sorts, kind of like those traps constantly seen in those Saw movies.
Her hand finally contacted with the hard lightswitch, Harleen quickly flicked the light on and waited a moment as the industrial lights took a moment to warm up. Gripping the blade tightly in her hands, Harleen adjusted her stand and prepared for something to be revealed from the light as they hummed to life, exploding in a blinding burst of light. Shielding her eyes for a moment, her eyes fluttered open and was shocked and worried to see a trail of blood leading into the next room. Slowly, she followed the trail of blood. It looked like someone had dragged a dead body across the floor, maybe someone trying to drag themselves to safety or even someone trying to hide or dispose of a body. She found herself facing a closed door. Taking a deep breath, the blonde placed her hand firmly against the door and applied a slight amout of pressure.
The door slowly creaked open as she peeked in trying to get a good view at the contants of the room. Stopping for a moment, her chest popped once as she took a calming breath before pushing the door open and lunging in with fists ablazing. She glaced around the perimeter of the room only to find the body of a joker goon. She paid no attention to him until she was sure that the room had been cleared. Slowly, she lowered her blade and approached the body, not really caring about blood which had been pooling around him for what seemed like hours now. It had stopped and wasn't spewing anymore, now he was just a lifeless husk, his eyes open wide. The look of a dead man didn't scare her anymore.
She used to be terrified of the sight of a dead body. The stories she heard in Arkham were bone chilling, just the intimacy that the killers had with their victims was divine. Each of them had a special flare a signature if you will. Harleen had killed guy during her college years, but that was just a fluke, her real curiosty kicked in during her internship at the asylum. She found herself very fond of the patients she was treating mentality and belief system. They were just misunderstood souls who were completely victimized by the Batman. Had this cowled vigilante not arisen in Gotham none of these poor souls would forced to take up a sort of call for action to rid the city of this fiend. They were all victims, not predators.
Noticing some blood around the mans chest, Harleen pulled the mans open to reveal a note carved into his flesh. The note was hard to read with the blood emptying from his body, but it was legable enough to read. The note read, Gone fishing deary, don't come looking for me. Startled by the note, Harleen backed away, horrified at what she had read. Her pudding had left her alone while he ran off to god knows where to do god knows what. The blonde continued to back away from the body, dropping the blade to the steel floor with a clank, until she reached the concrete wall. Pressing her back against the wall, she slowly slid down the wall until she could curl herself up and feel the safe embrace if her own flesh.
Her body was shaking with fear as she stared past the dead body into the abyss that was the note. Her vision hazed over as her breath intensified and her heart rate grew exponentially. It really didn't take long for the tears to kick in. Slowly, her make up started to smear down her face, lining her cheeks with a dark outline of the eyeliner and the mascara that covered her face. She kept herself as tiny as possible, trying to keep herself safe and secure from the darkness and evil that plauged this earth. Every single moment of heartbreak and sadness flooded her mind. She was stuck in an entire vicious cycle of sadness and anger towards herself for even allowing the love of her life to escape her grasp.
She kept her back hard against the wall, her head buried into her knees. All she could hear were the countless voices echoing in the back of her mind. Each of them just demeaning her and breaking down every inch of her being and confidence. The voices began to swirl and mix together, certain ones stood out over others while some were nothing more then whispers in the background just an underlaying tone of sorts that really hit her where she hurt. The girl tried to swallow her fear and insecurities as the voices spiraled around her, breaking her down and making her feel worse then anything she had ever experienced. She remembered seeing the fear in someones eyes as she drained them of their life and allowed them to become nothing more then a worthless husk of flesh. She would kill and torture people in the most intimate ways she knew, and she was able to do this without batting a single eye lash, but now, everything around her was crumbling and her entire world came crashing down around her.
She remembered her friends trying so desperatly to convince her to leave Jokerbecause he abused her constantly, she believed that he had truly loved her, but none of that seemed important now. She remembered the countless times that he would tie her to a rocket or leave her to be caught by the cops and later sent to jail. She was nothing more then a pawn to him, but to her she was his queen. When he was around he put a smile on her face, sure they had their ups and downs, but in the end, he always loved her and apologized for whenever he had hurt her or anything. The girls make up smeared against her face downwards as her tears feel down her cheek and stained her cheeks with the darkened make up.
All of the voices clouded her mind everyone who had ever called her dumb, a bimbo, a battered wife, all of the names you could think of, she's heard it all. But even through every single negative comment, a single phrase rang out above the rest. The voice of her lover plauged her mind, overcoming the sheer power of the other voices. The words started low as they repeated and echoed off the walls of her mind. The sounded as though they were quickly approaching her, becoming louder and louder until the sheer power of the words screeched in her ear like an angry banshee. Let's put a smile on that face! Raising her head from her knees, Harley looked out to the blade she had dropped on the ground. Reaching out, she took the blade by the handle and held it for a moment, just allowing the light to catch the shimmer in the sterling silver.
Taking a deep breath, the girl raised the balde up and opened her mouth. Slowly, she moved the blade onto her tongue. She felt the divine sensation of the cool steel against her tongue and sending shivers through her body. Her eyes showed such pain and hurt in them as her breath intensified and her eyes shut tight as the tears somehow still were able to find their way out of the eyelids and travel down her cheeks. She just had to feel close to him in some way, anyway that she could, even if that involved cutting her cheeks into the form of a smile. He used to be able to always make her smile, but now he was gone and nobody was left to make her smile or see the good in the world. So if she couldn't be happy without him, she would just find a way to remember the good times they had.
Taking in a final breath, she tightened her grip on the blade and quickly jerked it to the side making the slightest incision into the corner of her mouth. Luckily, she pulled the blade out and only gave it a slight cut, nothing that would really leave any sort of scar. With her entire body shaking with fear, she dropped the blody knife to the floor, the blade clanking against the steel floor. Reaching up, she held her mouth as blood dripped down into her hand and onto her floor. The blood mixed in her hands with her tears as they plopped into the pooling blood. She couldn't do it, she couldn't make the sacrifice that some would be willing to make, but it wasn't because she didn't actually love him, it was actually nothing to do with him.
If she had gone through this, then she would have conformed to every single negative word put against her by everyone else. She would just be obsessive and weak to feel so desperate to be close with him that she carved a smile into her own face. She continued to shake as she took the blade off the ground and gazed into the blade at her own reflection in the blood stained blade. She saw the blood falling from the corner of her mouth. She looked like a mess, but to her, she was going to become beautiful again. Joker never made her who she was, but everyone else seemed to believe that he was her trigger. This whole thing actually gave her the perfect oppertunity to prove it to everyone that she was strong and didn't need to be piggybacked by anyone.
Slowly, the blonde slid herself up the wall and to her feet. Walking over to the body, she loomed over it momentarily, just staring into his open. She tried to think about the most sick and twisted way he chose this one. She saw her own reflection in the man's eyes. She was going to prove it to him and everyone else that she wasn't some weak and defenseless creature who needed someone to care for her. She was strong and powerful and would be able to survive on her own and even prove herself to everyone in her life. She was going to watch Gotham burn to the ground, then who would be laughing. A smile quickly spread across her bloodied face as she slowly built into a state of mind of pure hysteria. Her laugh was almost exactly like that of the Joker. It was haunting to have the laugh echo through the empty funhouse.
Making quick work, Harley grabbed a canister of gasoline from off the side and started to cover the entire room and body in it. The flammable substance fell from the nozzle and poured all over his body. It drenched his clothing and expanded out from the place it hit and coated the floor in it. Slowly, she began to back out of the building, allowing the gasoline to trail after her. Each step she took clicked as she shook the red canister trying to get as much gas out as she could. Finally reaching the door, the blonde tossed te can aside and allowed the liquid to continue to pour out as it clanked to the ground, the nozel facing downwards as the liquid expanded past the metallic canister and spreading further and further onto the steel floor.
Starting away, Harley removed a zippo lighter from her clevage and flicked the cap over. Turning the wheel on the side, the flame exploded and danced as a gentle breeze rolled in. She stared at the flame for a moment, captivated by its beauty before tossing it behind her and into the doorway. The flame hit the trail of gasoline as it quickly ignited and spread like a wildfire through the room and ran full speed towards the body. Connecting with the deceased hunk of meat, his entire husk exploded into a brilliant light and danced as the flames surrounding him scaled the walls and engulfed the entire building. A smile spread across Harley's face as she slid into the cab once again. She stayed motionless for a moment in the car as she watched her pudding's home go up in flames. This was her fresh start, her new begining and she wasn't going to take this lightly. Keeping the smile plastered on her face, the blonde punched the cab in gear and sped out of the abandoned amusment park as it ignited into a burst of flames, traveling from ride to ride, cleaning her memory and leaving her with nothing more then a clean slate. A new identity of sorts.
The cab sped into city limits as the girl did some "shopping". She left each closed store nothing, she wasn't looking for money or even some parts for a new death machine or prank, there would be a time and a place for that. This was all for her, to make up the new and improved Harley Quinn. She took only what she needed and spent as long as she wanted in the stores looking for the new her. She picked up everything she needed, clothing, make-up, weapons, hair dye, all the basic necessities to re-invent herself and everything she represented. Pulling the cab into a high class hotel, Harley put it on one of the cards she had laying around in her purse from the dead cabbie from the day before. Checking into her room, the blonde made her way up into her suite with her new "purchases". She quickly placed the "Do Not Disturb" sign on her doorknob, making sure there'd be no interruptions during the transformation process.
It took the girl over three hours to finally get herself situated into her new duds. Pulling the curtains back, the girl revealed her new look to the city who'd die at her hand. She stood facing the bay view window, looking out to the city's skyline. The girl who once wore a cute little black and res leotard matched with a jester hat and boots seemed completely altered and corrupted by modern day society.
She now stood before the city dressed all in red and blue. She wore a single red sneaker and a single blue sneaker, she complimented them by wearing the blue thigh high sock with the red sneaker and the red sock with the blue sneaker. Her thin figure had managed to fit itself into a pair of short shorts with one side being red and the other blue, a diamond of the opposite color was plainly stitched to the back pocket of each side. Around her waist she wore a studded belt with two gun holsters draping down on either hip. The flap of her left hip was blue while the flap on her right hip was red. A red and blue corset-esque top embraced her torso leaving her stomach and collar bones exposed as strings weaved in and out of the hoops at the front of her top. The inside portion of the top closest to the strings as well as the back of the shirt was blue on the predominately red side and red on the predominately blue side. Three throwing knife sheathes of the opposite color as the predominate one lined her ribs on either side, fully loaded with tiny blades, six in total. Their handles were the same as the back of the shirt and the portion closest to the strings.
She wore two forearm guards each the same color as the sock on that side. Each arm guard had four diamonds in their regular shaping as her previous costume in the color opposite to that of the whole arm guard. Around her neck she wore a frilly collar with a small cape extending to her lower back. The inside portion of the cape was blue and the outside was red. Her face was painted white as was the rest of her exposed skin. Around her eyes, she wore black make up that extended along the contours of her nose and on her eyebrows. The black make up dragged down near the outer corners of her eyes and pointed at the end, almost like they were tears. Her lips were a plump red almost as though stained by blood. Lastly came her once beautiful blonde hair. It had since been dyed to resemble her new look. One side of her hair was blue and the other red. Her red hair was on her left as was her red shoe, leaving her hair blue on the right with her blue shoe.
As the girl looked out the window, she saw the array of weapons laid out neatly on her bed, there say two fully loaded guns, two new blades, one of their handles were red and the other blue. Finally, there sat a large mallet in the corner. A large cement block was fitted perfectly on the end and filed down to be smooth. The handle sticking out of the rock was red as the blue tape spiraled around it. Walking away from the window, Harley placed the guns in their holsters and sheathed her blades in their sheaths, strapped to her thigh. Taking hold of her mallet, she swung up and paraded the rock over her shoulders as the handle extended across her neck and shoulders. The girl peeled her lips back into a menacing and sadistic smile before she spoke in a low whisper. "You're all going to know the name of Harley Quinn, each and everyone of you." This was the new Harley, and she was out to make a name for herself and paint Gotham a beautiful red with the blood of its citizens, and there wasn't anything anybody could do to stop her.