Warning: death of family member
The bathroom floor was cold. You were rocking back and forth slowly, your arms pulling your knees to your chest. Your body was wracked with sobs, your vision was blurry, and your head was resting against the rim of a bath tub. You felt pathetic, but more importantly, you felt sad. Actually, sad was too small of a word. There wasn’t quite a word big enough to describe just how you felt. After all, what word could you use to describe the death of your family?
“(Y/n)? Where are ya sweetheart?” You heard Harley’s voice, and you felt a bit better, but not by much. You wanted Harley next to you, you wanted to cry into her shoulder, but you couldn’t make a noise. You felt like you couldn’t breath, and you let out another choked sob. The bathroom door opened slowly, and Harley poked her head in. She had been smiling, but as soon as she saw you, her smile dropped. She rushed to your side, dropping down next to you. “What’s wrong,” she whispered. There was a hint of disbelief in her voice, as if she couldn’t believe you were crying. You were always so strong, you never showed your emotions, and you knew that her seeing you like this had thrown her.
You still felt like you couldn’t talk, so you just pointed to the newspaper that was there. Her face shifted, from concern to horror, as she read the headline.
The Joker Kills Gotham Family
You watched as her eyes brushed over the paper. When she got to the names of the victims, it all clicked. It was the (L/n) family who had gotten killed. Your family. Her beautiful eyes began to brim with tears, and she could barely look at you. You were still letting out heart-wrenching cries, and you were rocking back and forth slowly. She began to stand up, but you reached for her.
“Please,” it was hard for you to speak, it took all of your effort, but you didn’t care, “please stay with me.” She nodded slowly, her lips pursed.
She sat on the floor next to you, murmuring reassuring thoughts into your ears. She began to pepper you with soft, small kisses. The kisses helped you feel grounded. The feeling of Harley’s lips on your skin reminded you that everything was real, and it brought you back to reality. “Don’t ever leave me,” you mumbled, resting your head on her shoulder.
“I won’t, and that’s a promise.”