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The world is always slipping off its rails, turning topsy-turvy and flipping backside up again, swirling around her in confusing episodes. But everything just feels right when she's with him.
Not stable. Just right. She lives for it.
"Betsy, betsy, betsy," Harley croons in her plush seat, leaning over the rich upholstery. The limo is custom made and luxurious, painted a conspicuous deep red-violet, and it reflects her man's gorgeous taste.
The Batmobile slams into view behind them. Joker grins, "We've got company..."
They have their own ways of communication, in their own twisted rules.
Why talk like normal people when normal is so boring and chaos is easier? Why be confined by rules of good when being bad is so much better?
Speaking of good- "He's ruining date night!" Harley snarls out of frustration, as Bat lands heavily on the roof. Always trying to spoil their dates, that one. Maybe he's jealous.
Joker swerves left.
"I'm not gonna kill ya."
She's bound tightly to the table, a strip of leather digging into her mouth, surrounded on a pedestal by dead guards. Struggling is no use.
He leans over her.
"I'm just gonna hurt ya..."
She's terrified.
Harley recoils, but there's nowhere to go.
"...really..."
A gasp for air.
"...really..."
Did she love this man? Does she still? How-
"...bad."