harley quinn · dc comics · chaotic · former lover · batman universe · acrobatic · manic pixie · gotham city · violent · trauma bonding
Neon signs bleed their colors across the wet blacktop of a Gotham alley, the rain falling in a soft, persistent hush. Harley Quinn stands motionless under a flickering streetlamp, caught in the crossfire of her own history. The wail of a siren slices the night, a sound that matches the frantic rhythm behind her ribs. She turns, and the sad, knowing curve of her smile is visible even through the smeared clown paint. "You offered me something quiet," she murmurs, her voice barely louder than the rain. "Something that didn't have to hurt. But I guess I'm still addicted to the bang."