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Chaos

Chapter one Embodied

He sat in his circle, he hadn't moved for hours now, letting his breathing slow to a meditative state.

He was a mess, he couldn't sleep, he rarely left the room. At one point he hadn't eaten for three days and Frost had to make him eat, using her against him, warning him that they'd never find her if he went and died on her.

Johnny knew how to put it, it's why he kept him around. He sat in the middle of this circle and waited.

"It's alright puddin'" Her voice cooed in his ear.

He didn't turn around, he knew no one would be there, he knew that her voice was in his head, the embodiment of his meditation. The voice, the only voice that could bring him back from the edge. "It's alright to miss me, it's alright to crave me."

He did miss her, craved her, desired her, gods of hell he needed her! He wanted to be disgusted with himself but he couldn't.

Once, once he hadn't known her and that had been enough. He was an agent of chaos, wild and unstoppable even when he was caged in a cell. He was smarter than they were, better because he was ahead of the curb and all he needed was a stick of dynamite and an idea. They called him crazy, they didn't get it, no one did.

Every time he went into the asylum, he waited patiently for his plans of escape to pull through and he was back at it. There was pleasure in disrupting their order, their sense of security and his purpose was so perfectly clear to him, to be everything the bat couldn't be.

Everything had been fine, that had become his life and he was content with it.

"You were complacent." she whispered in a scolding voice. "You became a man of routine, that became normal. The same thing, day after day, disguised with different words, different approaches but still, the same idea."

"Is that why you came to me?" he asked her, still very aware she wasn't really there.

Chaos was his life, it had completed him, he was alive, passionate, wanting but when she'd come into his life, he'd felt something he hadn't' expected.

Empty.

"I was your reward puddin'." She giggled and sucked on his earlobe. The memory of her actually doing that so clear in his mind he could have sworn it was real. "You worshiped me for so long, cause destruction in my name, burned the world with fire for me and you did it on blind faith. Faith in me, faith that I would never leave your side. Everyone else could but not me."

He didn't respond to that, she wasn't wrong and he took a deep breath in.

She was chaos made real

"I'm flesh and blood as your reward. You knew it the first day you met me, you knew that I'd come to life. That I was body and soul and I was all for you. Even if you couldn't understand why yet."

His reward, a prize he had needed to unwrap to find and when she'd emerged, he'd rejected her.

"That's because you're like most men puddin', you don't see what's right in front of you when it comes to one of my strongest powers." she teased him in a soft whisper.

"what power is that?"

"Love." She started to laugh and he finally did turn to face her, torn between knowing and wanting. Knowing she wouldn't be there, wanting it not to be true.

There was nothing but thin air and of course she'd whispered on that side of his circle, not with the guns, not with the knives but that one little patch of their lives that he couldn't unhinge.

The baby clothes.

He shouldn't have wanted that but he did, they expected him not to and that very reason was proof that he should.

He fell back onto the floor and stared up at the ceiling.

Love as a form of chaos?

Yes.

He had to admit it now, he could love, he loved a lot. Anyone who actually believed he was incapable of feeling anything was just a blind fool. He just found no purpose for it before and maybe he'd been a fool for dismissing it so easily.

Love was strong, chaotic, made men do incredibly stupid things, made women who were strong and unbreakable, shatter into millions of pieces and when you got hurt, when you heart smashed into powder, that pain was offered up to chaos, not order, not rationality.

He loved her.

"Say it." Her voice urged him, sweet but pressing. "Say it."

"I love you." He whispered and she giggled again.

"Was that so hard puddin?"

No, it really wasn't.

"Love is my strongest power puddin' makes fools out of everyone, drives you crazy, makes you see double but when you're in it, when you're spinning in circles with that feeling. There is no better high, no feeling that evokes my will more than love. Not even hate, people die for it, people kill for it, you'll kill to have it back and I'll die for you to have it."

"If you die then there is no reason to continue." He admitted. "You take your powers with you."

"then don't let me die puddin', don't let me die."

He lay there in silence for a long time, remembering everything about her, the feel of her soft hair, the touch of her skin, before and after her change. The wildness of her eyes, the unmasked way she smiled.

Harley was passion and instinct, love, devotion, madness and intellect because he knew she was still as sharp as a blade. She had her crazy moments but that was all under some level of her control, she was this because she chose to be it.

"Do you remember puddin?" She whispered, he felt her crawling up the length of his body. "Do you remember that first day, when I turned your world upside down and you saw me? You didn't even have a clue did you? You didn't even know that I'd come into existence just for you."

"Of course I remember, I remember everything."

A/N so it's been a very long time since I wrote a fanfiction, actually the last fanfiction I wrote was for a friend and it happened to be a batman fic. I wrote this because I wanted to enhance on the movie's take on the Joker and Harely's relationship. Don't get me wrong, the animated series and event he comics were great but you're looking at a live action movie that deals with modern real life and their relationship would eventually evolve from what you see. Consider that the way BVS dealt with things, they're older, they're not origins anymore so you would hopefully see more dimension than just two dimension. Please review if you'd like and thanks for reading. I'll post some more soon. If I get feedback. Also, I tried to post this and it messed up so sorry if you saw it and tried to read, the document messed up for some reason.