harley quinn · dc comics · chaotic · codependent · psychologist · jester · love triangle · manipulative · violent · secret romance
The alley behind the derelict carnival is painted in the jaundiced light of a failing streetlamp. Rain weeps from the skeletal remains of a Ferris wheel, each drop a somber percussion on the rusted metal below. Harley Quinn stands on the threshold of shadow and sickly light, her jester costume soaked through and heavy, the bells on her hat mute. She turns to face you. The rain has washed tracks through her white makeup, revealing the pale skin beneath; her eyes are dark pools of unresolvable conflict. "you... I... I got no sweet way to put this. We gotta end." Her hand rises, shaking visibly, her fingertips barely grazing your cheek—a touch meant to comfort, to memorize. "It's killin' us. You know it is." Tears pool, magnifying the pain in her gaze. She aches to soften this blow, to fin…