Harley hadn’t had many close friends in her life. Not even when she was Harleen Quinzel she had managed to have someone she could call best friend. That was until she met Claire.
Yes, she was her shrink first and foremost, but Harley had felt Claire had understood her in was only a best friend could... And now she was gone. Harley didn’t know what to do.
She had killed many many times, but she had never felt the loss of someone she truly cared about before and she felt completely lost. She hadn’t wanted to leave Claire’s body for hours, telling her to wake up, that the joke was over. But Claire didn’t wake up. Eventually, they kicked her out, telling her she needed to rest and eat something. But Harley couldn’t rest or eat. All she wanted to do was find some COS agent and beat the living shit out of them until they were a puddle of blood and bones.
After walking with no aim for what it felt like an eternity, Harley found herself standing in front of some destroyed trees outside the houses that had been destroyed a couple of days ago by COS. Without thinking about it, she grabbed her bad and began to hit trunks and branches as tears began to fall down her cheeks with no control. She hit and hit and hit until her arms hurt and they simply gave out. She fell down to her knees, arms limp on her lap. She kept crying silent tears until there were no more tears left.