A little insert into poison ivy's version of events..why because i want to. listening to the song made me think of this plot its a songfic people. "Hello" by Evanescence.
Playground School Bell Rings Again, Rainclouds Come To Play Again.
I may not have precognive ablities but even humans can sense when trouble's brewing. From the moment the rain started I knew somthing was happening. I would normally welcome the rain, it gives life to my plants, but a sense of forboading was in the air, and I could feel death aproaching at great speed.
Has No One Told You Shes Not Breathing?
I saw the red of her costume first , a twisted form , tossed amoungst the rubble and flowering plants following the current. I pulled her out of the river that came from arkham, trying to make contact. I thought she was dead, her leg was mangled and blood was all over her face, a face that was smiling. I lifted her to my lab and began the prcess of trying to rebuild her broken form, using natural remadies to soothe her pain and aid her healing, I had no idea as to what had happened but then at the time I didn't care my friend, my daughter was dying probably due to one of the Joker's wild whims. Before revenge came healing for once in my life.
Hello I Am You're Mind Giving You Someone To Talk To. Hello. If I Smile And Don't Belive, Soon I Know I'll Wake From This Dream.
She called out in her delirum names and random phrases, "puddin'", "Robin", "Batgirl", "Electroshock". Sometimes crying these names in sadness or in terror and fear. For days I belived it would be better for her to go to hospital but how could I move her? I didnt know if her back was broken or what internal damage there was, so I waited like a mother awaiting her child to wake from a coma trying to tune out the auful things she said at times, filtering what I "talked" to her about. She smiled throughout the fever, a mask of horror that still haunts me.
Don't Try And Fix Me I'm Not Broken.
She always said she was in the right, that the Joker loved her and that crime always payed. She awoke on the very same day the press announched the Joker's demise. I threw the papers away using them for compost it was a waste of paper anyway. I feared that news of her "true love's" death would shatter her compleatly.
Hello. Im The Lie Living For You So You Can Hide. Don't Cry.
She didn't speak for days she stared out of the window silent tears falling down her face, it was like she knew the Joker was dead, but she didn't couldn't. Untill a month after that night. She didn't cry when she found out, she stared at the page she'd found that had blown in like some twisted joke to taunt her. She still wouldn't talk about what had happened and I didn't want to push her over the edge. She tore up the spare costumes I had to hand and scrubbed the make up from her face untill her face turned red, white make up flaking off from her skin like snow.
She left not long after, the first time she spoke after the indicident, she said she couldn't live in a world where life meant nothing, that she wanted to use this oppertunity to re-make herself, a new begining without the Joker or crime. The Joker wasn't the only one who died that night, Harley Quinn also passed on somewhere between the fall and the waking she had regained her sanity and love of human frailty perhaps the reality of how frail she really was finally hit her. I havn't seen her I dont want to drag her back into her life as Harley Quinn, even if it means I'm all alone again.
Suddenly I Know Im Not Sleeping, Hello. I'm still here, All That's Left Of Yesterday.....
Playground School Bell Rings Again, Rainclouds Come To Play Again.
I may not have precognive ablities but even humans can sense when trouble's brewing. From the moment the rain started I knew somthing was happening. I would normally welcome the rain, it gives life to my plants, but a sense of forboading was in the air, and I could feel death aproaching at great speed.
Has No One Told You Shes Not Breathing?
I saw the red of her costume first , a twisted form , tossed amoungst the rubble and flowering plants following the current. I pulled her out of the river that came from arkham, trying to make contact. I thought she was dead, her leg was mangled and blood was all over her face, a face that was smiling. I lifted her to my lab and began the prcess of trying to rebuild her broken form, using natural remadies to soothe her pain and aid her healing, I had no idea as to what had happened but then at the time I didn't care my friend, my daughter was dying probably due to one of the Joker's wild whims. Before revenge came healing for once in my life.
Hello I Am You're Mind Giving You Someone To Talk To. Hello. If I Smile And Don't Belive, Soon I Know I'll Wake From This Dream.
She called out in her delirum names and random phrases, "puddin'", "Robin", "Batgirl", "Electroshock". Sometimes crying these names in sadness or in terror and fear. For days I belived it would be better for her to go to hospital but how could I move her? I didnt know if her back was broken or what internal damage there was, so I waited like a mother awaiting her child to wake from a coma trying to tune out the auful things she said at times, filtering what I "talked" to her about. She smiled throughout the fever, a mask of horror that still haunts me.
Don't Try And Fix Me I'm Not Broken.
She always said she was in the right, that the Joker loved her and that crime always payed. She awoke on the very same day the press announched the Joker's demise. I threw the papers away using them for compost it was a waste of paper anyway. I feared that news of her "true love's" death would shatter her compleatly.
Hello. Im The Lie Living For You So You Can Hide. Don't Cry.
She didn't speak for days she stared out of the window silent tears falling down her face, it was like she knew the Joker was dead, but she didn't couldn't. Untill a month after that night. She didn't cry when she found out, she stared at the page she'd found that had blown in like some twisted joke to taunt her. She still wouldn't talk about what had happened and I didn't want to push her over the edge. She tore up the spare costumes I had to hand and scrubbed the make up from her face untill her face turned red, white make up flaking off from her skin like snow.
She left not long after, the first time she spoke after the indicident, she said she couldn't live in a world where life meant nothing, that she wanted to use this oppertunity to re-make herself, a new begining without the Joker or crime. The Joker wasn't the only one who died that night, Harley Quinn also passed on somewhere between the fall and the waking she had regained her sanity and love of human frailty perhaps the reality of how frail she really was finally hit her. I havn't seen her I dont want to drag her back into her life as Harley Quinn, even if it means I'm all alone again.
Suddenly I Know Im Not Sleeping, Hello. I'm still here, All That's Left Of Yesterday.....