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Raw, naked moonlight greeted her eyes when she opened them. Harley quickly sat up on the mattress. She rarely ever felt so alert. Her fists were tightly tugging on the rough fabric, her raspy gasps becoming more frantic as she took each breath. Her legs had gone numb and her heart beat fiercely against her chest, painfully swelling around her lungs to the point where they felt as if they had been severely battered.
It wasn’t the first time she had had such a nightmare, and insanely enough, she couldn’t believe how she had convinced herself in the past that such dreams are blessings. ‘But how’, she thought to herself, bringing her palms up to her eyes, ‘How could he ever be a blessing? After all the things he’s done...’
The most frightening part must have been her absence though. Honestly, she would rather see her lover die in her arms during a bad dream than not see her at all. However, that dream didn’t even have a small sign of her existence, as if her mind had decided to delete her completely and solely emphasize on the man she once loved.
Or not, no, she didn’t love him. Harley still remembered her lessons from medical school, she wasn’t in love. She was obsessed to the point that it drove her insane, the need to prove herself to everyone, to validate her research and obviously, to cure someone as twisted as him. But it was all to no use. She ended up in the cell with him and eventually, she was left there to rot on her own.
Suddenly, she felt a light, gentle squeeze on her shoulder. It didn’t take her long to realize who it is. The blonde removed her hands from her face and smiled, her eyes looking down at her feet.
...Until the figure next to her moved in front of her and hugged her tightly, her fingers massaging at her shoulders and running themselves through her hair.
Harley’s eyes travelled Ivy’s body from the bottom to the top. From her legs to her face. A face that once she reached, she saw through too many memories all at once. She recalled the time she first met Ivy at the asylum, when she was still a psychiatrist and how cold and distant the green woman once seemed. She remembered when she had paired up with her for the first time and all the beautiful moments she had with her, even if she wasn’t always breaking the law. In fact, she didn’t even care all that much for getting the feds of the heroes of Gotham upset, all she remembered was Poison Ivy.
Who could have thought that Ivy would be the one to truly save her and get her away from the Joker? Who could have thought that after so long, they’d end up sharing a bed together? It had been a good while since they had even committed any serious crimes. At least, not for the sake of pure fun. Harley didn’t really find killing or torture all that fun anymore. If anything, she wanted to live the rest of her life a little more quietly, maybe go on a few burglary trips, without any nightmares nor midnight calls of madness.
She wanted a life with someone she could be herself though, she always wanted that. Perhaps, she had finally gotten a chance at that life with Ivy.
No, she already had it with her.
Ivy kept smiling at her and placed her head softly down on the pillow before planting a small, saccharine kiss on Harley’s lips. Harley smiled against her mouth and closed her eye, murmuring in bliss.
If words mattered at the moment, she would have thanked her for making ever fear inside her soul fade away in one moment.