MidnightRainbow13

Harley never prayed much, or really had much to pray for at least; hell half the time she didn’t even know who shed pray to; for all that she’d done in her past and with Mr. J it was sealed she was most likely going to hell-if there even was one.  So why was it that on this Wednesday that she fell to her knees in the creaky old church of Gotham, tears streaking through the white grease paint smeared all across her face. Harley took a long shaky breath in, her hands trembling in her lap, she had begged all morning to someone above to listen her pleas an answer from anyone; finally she went to the one place where she could be heard.

Peter stared grimly into his empty palm, the mistake of letting her go echoing in his thoughts. The memories of flying through the sky were still fresh, the days they spent laying in the grass of Neverland together, saving the lost boys, saving Wendy from hook. It all seemed to happen so fast, the hardest thing he ever did was let her walk off the ship. He did want what was best for her, but he couldn’t ignore the giant bullet wound her absence left in his heart. More than once had he gone back over the years, to beg her to come back, to live with him and never grow old, never to die; but Peter always stopped himself. The smile on her

He looked up at the angel who held him safely in his arms. Deans green eyes meeting Castiel’s blue ones, a tear slid down from their faces. “This isn’t the end, Cas.” Dean said in a deep huff, as his hand clung to the injury in his side. “I’ll come back somehow, I promise.” Cas stared down at Dean, disbelief raiding his mind; feeling a sort of madness creep up on him like a shadow. The sorrow and the reality smacking him across the face, he swallowed hard nodding. “Yeah, I know.” He looked down forcing a fake small grin on his face. “Just, what do I tell Sam until then?” Dea

That moment When you hurt someone Something you can't take back When you look into their pleading eyes and no matter of silent apologies can be seen The gut feeling that feels as if your Being eaten from the inside out It's a sticky-sickly feeling That no food, drug or drink can dispose of You know what I mean Everyone does It's human People hurt people The way the world goes round You've been hurt and you will hurt is what I am taught in life Why can't anyone see?! Why can't they open their blinded eyes?? That's the question isn't it? Why? Why? Why? A letter and a question There are endless lists of answers to why But

   Joy fills my every pore, I stand giggling like the maniac I am. Puddin is going to be so thrilled. I dance around the small bathroom space, the small test resting in my left palm. All my dreams are now coming true! A baby! I know Mista J will be proud, no! He'll be thrilled! Jumping, I rush out the door screaming with glee around the henchmen, who barely look up from their poker game. I don't care though, I just need to find my puddin and tell him the great news! Maybe now we can finally get married! Yes! That sounds delightful, Mista J in his best purple suit, me all dressed in white! Its gonna be so great! I squeal, trippi

It's been days, but it feels like seconds ago when I held her limp, bloodied corpse in my trembling arms. I hear my own laughter rising, like it's one of her sick attention stunts, if only. I haven't moved from this spot even then, time passes still and I hear her giggle and  call for her sweetie. My Harles, one minute skipping around like a mesmerized child in a candy store, next...boom. Her mask blew a few feet away, bloody stained pigtails, not enough strength to scream in the agony I knew she was in. I had forgotten how fragile she really was after all these years, how human she was. Bat-freak will pay for making her the fragile human she