#sinistersmile

She could feel the bruises already, rising like a slow ache to the surface of her skin where he’d wrenched her by the arm...where he’d slapped her so hard he’d sent her head spinning. Usually, he just stomped away and left her to nurse her wounds on her own, only to start a new day as if nothing had happened.

For him to suddenly seem so concerned, and even...remorseful, was almost more of a shock than the crack of his palm across her cheek.

Jokers hands stroked slowly against his chin, eyes trailing over her face as he smirked. “And what.. could it turn into? A snuggle?” a laugh then burst forth from his paints lips, clasping his hands together in front of him.

“Or perhaps.. you were hoping.. for something more?”

His emerald green eyes reflected nothing back except her own terrified expression, stopping mere inches from her he began to wave the knife.

“Shh.. shh. shhhh..” he whispered to her, placing a hand on the back of her neck, pulling her into him. The cold knife briefly touching the side of her face, “I know.. you wanted to save the little kiddies.. get away from the big bad bat..” Jokers tone was almost sympathetic as he pouted.

Within an instant however, his expression completely changed.

“The difference is, I didn’t tell you to do a damn thing! You don’t screw with my plans because you have a a little voice in your head!”

When he pulled her close, for just a second, Harley thought he understood. That he was forgiving her, and it would be over. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d pulled a knife in anger. 

But when the soft tone of his voice became a spiteful snarl, her fingers gripped at the front of his suit vest, bracing against him.