Harley Quinn had always hated dull Gotham city with its smelly, sad smoke and constant howling dogs. It was a place where she felt mad.
She was a harsh, evil, vodka drinker with blonde hair dyed at the ends she wore red and blue eyeshadow and a black heart under her eye. Her friends saw her as a phyco, cautious crazy. Once, she had even saved a purring joker that was stuck in Arkham asylum. That's the sort of woman she was when she was in love.
Harley walked over to the window and reflected on her dark surroundings. The thundering teased like killing dog.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of the joker. joker was a mad harsh man with red eyes and green hair.
Harley gulped. She was not prepared for joker.
As Harley stepped outside and joker came closer, she could see the solid glint in his eye.
the glared with all the wrath of 5175 crazy misty mouse. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I’m going to kill you."
Harley looked back, even more barmy and still fingering the sharp knife. "Then I hate you," she replied.
They looked at each other with angry feelings, like two cool, cheerful cats laughing at a very psychotic funeral, which had heavy metal music playing in the background and two selfish uncles stabbing to the beat.
Suddenly, he lunged forward and tried to punch Harley in the face. Quickly, Harley grabbed the sharp knife and brought it down on jokers’ skull.
her red eyes trembled, and her blonde hair wobbled. He looked unstable, his emotions raw like a gleaming, glorious gun.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later the joker was dead.
Harley Quinn went back inside and made herself a nice shot of vodka.
the end or is it.....
Author Notes: I know its probably not the best but i tried and I'm proud of it so I hope you enjoy and like it
United Kingdom • 18 years old