Don't Blame Me

'him and i'

It was the picture that did it.

Harley Quinn was sitting on the couch of her new apartment, her mascara leaving trails of black down her pale face as she cried. Her eyes were fixed on the knife in her hands as she repeatedly sharpened it, her hands shaking hard. She blinked, trying hard to steady herself, taking deep breaths as pain scraped at her insides.

Tears were falling down her face harder than ever, even as she tried to control herself.

She glanced at her TV, watching the news reporters on the screen talk without really absorbing any of the information.

'In other news, early this morning in Gotham city, a car with the number plate JOKER was found crashed into Wallace Bishop. There were no bodies to be found, but police are searching desperately for the self proclaimed Clown Prince of Crime.'

It felt as if someone had cut into her chest with a burning knife and ripped out her heart. She raised her hand to her mouth as the news reader continued to speak.

'Only one thing was stolen from the store, a diamond ring with the net worth of 28 million dollars. Whether this is the only thing taken, or the only thing to be accounted for, is yet to be discovered.'

Harley had heard nothing, her mind running at a million miles an hour.

She picked up the gun on the couch next to her and pointed it at the TV. A gunshot sounded through the room, followed by an explosion of glass.

Harley stared at the wreckage of her TV, her face void of emotion even as tears continued to leak from her eyes.

My Joker.

My Puddin.

He's gone.