#proly set after shes been kidnapped by johnathon crane as him torturing her really applies to her own mental health degrading and coming -

[jesytr]

her once calm demeanor was held into frame with the choice of outfit she pulled off the store mannequins that afternoon. not quite paying for them either. the red and black complimenting her own tastes in fashion , with a DIY'd set of patches that she sewn up herself. scattering the black and red diamonds by the legs. throwing a leather black coat over everything. nothing quite warm enough to help. her hair up in pigtails and makeup wetting and streaming down her cheeks after her fits of laughter was done with.

Johnathon Crane had done a NUMBER ON HER. after being kidnapped , accusing him with his maltreatment to Arthur and numerous other victims of Arkham state. she was held up in the middle of nowhere with nothing, but torture equipment including electrical jolts sent to her brain. seeing nothing, but bugs Bunny , and Mickey mouse dancing across her eyelids.

that was about a week ago, " before. " she answered honestly. still somewhat chuckling into her breathe, " I was a scrawny teenager back when I met him. I wanted ta' date him for all the wrong reasons . . . n' he just wanted someone that was willin' ta' do whatever. so when he tried ta' do whatever he wanted ta' me , I broke out six o' his teeth on school grounds. under the bleachers. "

Harley doesn't take his offered cigarette. mouthing that she's not much of a smoker.

she pulled her jacket more in place as he pointed out her excessive need to be a psychiatrist - those old ideas that had been put to death - ever since she gave up her career as an Arkham asylum employee, " Nah. that's all in the past, and I ain't lookin' back. Arkham can hire another blondie lookin' fer her dream there. plus . . . who said I owe 'em more than that ?? I was on the wrong end o' the table , alright. with the board of executives dinin' at the front o' it. " she exhaled and darted her eyes across the street , watching as a group of hooded gothamites stuck their hands in their pockets , waiting for a bus to stop for them. breathing in the suspicion that perhaps what the group was looking for was something of a bad time for the good people of Gotham.

she offered , ". ya' think they are going ta' start something bad ?? " pointing out the group to arthur. it was quickly pointed out to be true as as soon as the bus arrived , squealing to a stop , the group busted out guns and hijacked the vehicle. shouting orders and pressing the barrel into the bus drivers neck. passing by other passerbys who had done nothing more, but existed in the crime risen city. police sirens going off and flashing lights as the bus zoomed off , with sirens in tow. police chasing after.

Harley sighed with a sense of admiration and ease , shoving her chin in the palm of her hands , ". Ya' gotta love it. the daily grind o' Gotham streets finest , compared ta' the criminal undergrounds o' Gotham's mainstream. " she painted herself as someone that WANTED TO COMMIT A CRIME. and get away with it , ". but I ain't a fan of cops. "

you don't see color & want to go back to black & white .

it hit her like a nail pushed into a coffin. the needle lunging in deep enough to keep its living corpse trapped within. she could feel a thought stirring deeply within her noggin'. rustling around with other more important thoughts. those like . . . define black and white ?? . . . what did it matter to him ?? . . . and how'd he guess it so easily??

reading her like an educated tutor telling their student how to do mathematics. she didn't enjoy the thought that what he was doing was digging deeper into the parts of her that lacked color. that crept forwards with an afterthought of feeling left behind. that how she saw the world was exactly like a colorful giraffe on a tight rope. eventually they'd either break the rope , or . . .

" ya' know me. " she chewed out her words. though with slight fascination on how he had figured it all out in the span of a couple words. MASKING QUICKLY BEHIND BLUE EYES THAT LOOKED AWAY, " it's not my fault. " she added. her hands flexed and she pulled out a chewable piece of candy. rolling it in her fingers. feeling the texture of the wax paper settling against her fingers.

" ya' don't know this about me, but my dad used ta' kick me around. " eyes went down. no longer presently there. her mind floating away from her body. pulling up out of daydreams she was somewhere else. listening to looney tunes intros on repeat. as if that old man could still reach her from his stay plugged up in Gotham height's hospital bed, " yea . . . real messed up childhood. ma didn't think ta' leave him then , only when it was her turn ta' look black n' blue. "

she pulled the papers off her piece of caramel before plopping it in her mouth. sticking to candy as one of her main habits of nervousness. not quite stable enough to understand maybe it was a coping skill. settling back in her seat. legs crossed. hands beginning to fidget. keeping up a described version of what anyone wanted out of herself. she let out a nervous chuckle. one that pitched almost to the extreme. only laughing at the memories of her father. kept safely locked behind her eyes. she laughed, and laughed before settling on her next words, " Ahh! Too funny! I haven't laughed like that in awhile. maybe next time I'll tell ya' about this boy I knew. he thought he'd hurt me like my old man. " she wiped tears out of her eyes before continuing, " I knocked out a few o' his teeth. "