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Post by Nikki on Nov 12, 2010 2:35:26 GMT
"Are you trying to scare me away?" I say, calm as ever. It's not working. Nothing he could ever throw at me- fists, words, glances- would ever make me want to leave.
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Post by boo radley on Nov 12, 2010 2:40:35 GMT
(10 more pages!)
If anything, I wasn't expecting that kind of a reaction. But no, I'm not trying to scare her away. I'm trying to make a point. "No." I feel my own blood running into my teeth. Coppery. But not bad. "This is the monster you came home with. It's the monster that's been inside. Every day, it chips away - away, away, away. And then it comes out, and goes back inside. Tonight, the monster wanted to play a game. So he came out and visited. And then..." I lick my mouth. "It asked me, 'Why so serious?'" I giggle a little. "Why so looney? What's got your panties in a twist? So then, I hit the monster, and the monster just...grew bigger. And here... he... stands."
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Post by Nikki on Nov 12, 2010 2:45:48 GMT
He hit the monster, and the monster grew bigger. And here she stands.
I clench my fists.
"You don't have to make points like that," I say, watching the blood pool at his shoes. "I have it, too. You woke the monster in me. And I can't choke it back down, either."
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Post by boo radley on Nov 12, 2010 2:48:36 GMT
"Ahh, so you know exactly what's going on, do you?" I turn to look back in the mirror. Whoops. It's gone. "There. You have it. There's no reflection of anything remotely like us, because we're too crazy for the world, with our war paint and our vision of truth. Honestly, I'm completely sane. It's the rest of Gotham - the rest of the world, that isn't."
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Post by Nikki on Nov 12, 2010 3:01:32 GMT
"Yes, I do!" I say a little loudly. "I abso-fucking-lutely understand!" And I crack a smile, and that's it. I'm laughing, and I can't stop. Because he looks so fucking ridiculous, with his eyes all swollen and his mouth like a bright red accident. "You're a card, puddin'." I make a show of pulling a Joker out of thin air, and present it to him like a flower.
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Post by boo radley on Nov 12, 2010 3:05:39 GMT
I blink at the card. Instead of lashing out as I usually would, I take the card and crumple it. "Sometimes, I don't even know why I put up with you." I shake my head and try to walk out the door. Except, with my eyes swollen, I miss and hit the wall next to the door. So much for being a terrifying monster.
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Post by Nikki on Nov 12, 2010 3:10:11 GMT
"Nah, I changed my mind." I stand there with my arms crossed, observing him. "You ain't a card. You're just a dumb fuck." I'm enticing him now, because I know he can't do anything, and also because I'm furious. You wouldn't be able to tell though, I'm smiling maniacally.
I'm mad because he doesn't know or care for my pain, only his own, and he won't face it. While I've spent months wrestling with my demons. I have gone through hell.
And I've come back...changed.
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Post by boo radley on Nov 12, 2010 3:13:15 GMT
Holding my forehead, I look at Harley through the corner of my eye. "Am I... supposed to care if you think I'm a, uh, 'dumb fuck?'" I smirk. "I don't worry about other people anymore, Harley, not unless they've got something to challenge me with." I shrug. "But you might be right about that."
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Post by Nikki on Nov 12, 2010 3:15:58 GMT
"I've got a challenge for ya," I say, walking past him and heading down the stairs. "Make it through the door without knocking yourself unconscious."
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Post by boo radley on Nov 12, 2010 3:18:59 GMT
I smirk. "Easy." And then I walk into the wall again. "FUCKING..." I cough, straighten up, and walk out the door, and down the stairs.
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