Confessions

Rolling steadily down her already drenched cheeks, was it a dream come true or some of her worst nightmares brought to life? Enough tears to have flooded the entire ware-house, she dared not speak of this. Not yet. He'd heard her sobs. Loud footsteps slowly made their way towards the door. Discarding the evidence, cleaning up her face to make herself presentable, bracing herself for perhaps another beating? Affection maybe? She prayed to god her crying hadn't angered him. Not tonight. It would torture more than her if he had no mercy. At first she expected the door to slam open and make a large imprint on the wall, but as if it was a different person behind it, he barely opened it at all. Slightly peering in that's all.

"Harley? Are you crying?"

"No, no of course not Puddin', I just tripped and banged my head that's all. I promise."

"You'd better not be lying Harley. Is there anything you need to tell me? Anything wrong?"

"Don't worry. I'm fine J."

"Hmm. Fair enough."

He heard that sigh of relief as he gently closed the door. She was his, he knew every inch of her, and every detail about her. She was lying, no doubt about it. Tonight she'd gotten away with it. Tomorrow he'd start to dig deeper. Nothing gets past him.

Perhaps a thousand questions swirled around inside her head. How? Well, of course she knew how. Not like it was the first time, but in this case it was. Besides it wasn't these she needed to worry about it, for his response would surely be the most important. Perhaps he'd kill her, though she would never admit, she slightly wished he would right now. Never in a million years could she deal with it. Already it was tearing her apart, eating up her insides. Worst of the questions, how long could she keep it secret? Somehow she'd managed to lie through her teeth and get away with it, but they both knew she couldn't lie. She had no doubt he knew something was wrong. It wouldn't be long now before he'd probably beat it out of her. Fallen too far, she'd messed up big time, for when she finally hits the ground, the shock is going to destroy her more than his fists could ever do.


How she kept up with the excuses he didn't know. Whether it was getting food for the hyenas, getting food for them, off to Pam's (which he didn't approve of), or just to get some fresh air because she felt a little sick. The list was endless. It had been two weeks. Secrets, lies, little whispers. Quite frankly he was getting sick of it, but he didn't dare question her. Not just yet, as he'd seen the fear in her eyes, and the longing of wanting to tell him something. The abuse had stopped. At least been on a minimum, since she reacted differently to it. The norm would be she'd guard her face or turn away, run; now she curled up in a ball as quickly as she could. Sometimes grip her stomach. Bewildered and confused to say the least, he figured to catch up on some leads. The most popular excuse was Ivy. She'd answer to him, mainly as she'd boast about how Harley preferred her; then he'd smirk because they both knew the truth. It was time he made that phone call.


"Ivy m'dear. Spill it."

"Oh what now clown? I've got better things to do..."

"With Harley? I'm sure. Don't get too fond of my property, I'm protective over my favourite toy."

"Charming. But for your information Harley isn't here."

"Oh right. Well for the past two weeks, what has she been seeing you about?"

"What are you on about? I haven't seen Harley for quite a while. Is she okay?"

Once again, a lie? So many secrets, which were getting both of them nowhere.
Hell maybe it's just her time of the month. Though a few weeks is a little long. Oh my little harlequin what is happening to you...
Snarling slightly with disgust at himself, affection was not an emotion he enjoyed. Trying to suppress the feeling, he set about a plan to drag those sweet secrets off her innocent lips.


Slyly she tiptoed into the ware-house. Hoping that another scheme was in action, meaning him and the guys had left; causing more problems for the Bat, a sigh escaped her mouth. After two weeks of being all alone, she thought the last thing she needed was a large vast ware-house of silence. However her mind deceived her. All too familiar arms slithered round her waist, as she was greeted with a soft kiss on the cheek. Arms still planted around her slim waist as she turned to face him, however his kiss was quicker than the sound leaving her mouth, silencing her. Full of so much love, with the roughness she always enjoyed. He began to deepen it, fighting for the dominance. Of course he won, but she'd given in this time. On rare occasion he would be like this, so she figured why not make the most of it? Oh so sweet, she tasted like candy, and was his to devour, greedily. Unconsciously moving towards the bed they shared on the peaceful nights, he felt like he need never stop. It was safe to say she hadn't been herself, and for the first time in a while she was being normal, that angel of a minx he knew, owned. Gently he removed her hat, but quickly threw it across the room. She knew what was coming, and suddenly a sharp twisting pain in her gut told her to stop.


"Puddin'... I can't do it."

Confused, he stopped sucking at her neck and started at her, into those baby blue, innocent eyes. What felt right, was to slap her across that pasty, sweet face, and watch the blood spew from her mouth as he would continue to punch her until she couldn't breathe. Perhaps break a few ribs. But he didn't. Why? If only he knew. She'd started crying again. All the lying and secrets, she was tired of them. So was he. It was time to confess the sins. For a while he just sat next to her, holding her close to him, stroking her hair, as she continued to weep; her arms clinging around him in desperation, refusing to let go. After she'd calmed down a little bit, he took both her hands in his and made her look at him.

"Harley, baby, please just tell me what's been wrong."

"J..."

"It's okay, you can tell me anything. You know that right?"

Slightly dying inside, he didn't know what was wrong, but part of him told him she was seeing somebody else. It would kill him, no her, if she was. What could it be? He had every possible answer ready in his head, but nothing could have prepared him for what she had to say.

"It's yours..."

"What?"

Her bowed head rose up, trails of black tears down her face, blonde hair cascading over her face. Her lips were trembling, yet she managed to stare into his eyes and finally tell him what she should have weeks before.

"Puddin'... I'm pregnant."