Toxic Love / Dark Raven

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Harley's chest rose and fell, her hands gripping her trusty mallet, knuckles turning white. Across from her, Joker grinned, his blood-streaked face twisted in delight as he spun a crowbar in his hands.

"Harley, Harley, Harley," he cooed, his voice thick with amusement. "Ain't this just perfect? You and me, together again! Like old times!"

Harley spat on the ground. "Screw you, Puddin'."

Joker let out a mock gasp. "Ohhh, there's that sharp tongue I love! But let's be real here, sweetheart—you miss me." He took a slow step forward, tilting his head. "All this runnin' around, playin' pretend with that new boy toy of yours—it ain't real. You know that, right?"

Harley didn't back down. She stomped forward, pointing her mallet at him. "You think I miss you? You think I miss the bruises? The mind games? The times you threw me to the curb like trash?!" Her voice trembled, but it wasn't fear anymore. It was rage. "I was your puppet, Mistah J, and you pulled every damn string!"

Joker chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, don't be so dramatic! I made ya, Harley. Without me, you're nothin'. You were just some sad, boring shrink! But then I came along, gave ya purpose! Made you somethin' special!"

Harley's grip on her mallet tightened. "You didn't make me."

"Oh-ho-ho, yes, I did!" Joker twirled his crowbar before pointing it at her. "You can dress it up however ya want, dollface, but at the end of the day—you're mine."

His voice dipped lower, predatory, as he took another step. "You'll always be mine."

Harley's body tensed. For a split second, a phantom fear crawled up her spine—the old instinct to flinch, to obey.

Joker saw it. And he grinned.

"That's my girl."

Harley snapped.

"I AIN'T YOUR GIRL NO MORE!"

She swung her mallet.

Joker barely dodged, his crowbar whipping up to block—but the sheer force of her swing sent him stumbling.

"Oh-ho! Someone's feelin' feisty!" He lunged, swinging his crowbar at her head.

Harley ducked, rolling away as she pulled out a custom pop-gun. She fired—BANG! A real bullet whizzed past Joker's ear.

Joker's eyes widened before he cackled. "Real bullets now? Oh, sweetheart, you're spoilin' me!"

He reached into his coat, flinging a handful of Joker venom gas pellets.

Harley cartwheeled away, but a bit of the purple gas brushed her face. Her lungs burned, and for a split second, her lips twitched into a smile. The toxin fought to force laughter out of her.

Joker watched, grinning. "C'mon, Harls, one little giggle for old times' sake?"

Harley spat blood. "Go choke on your own gas, asshole."

She pulled a small antidote vial from her belt and smashed it against her thigh. The effects dulled instantly.

Joker pouted. "Aw, party pooper."

Then he lunged.

His blade flashed in the dim light. Harley barely dodged, the tip of the knife grazing her side. She retaliated with a swift kick to his ribs, sending him skidding back.

"Oh, Harls, you got some fight in ya tonight!" Joker licked the blood off his lips, eyes gleaming. "But we both know how this ends."

Harley growled. "Yeah, we do."

She charged.

Their weapons clashed—mallet against crowbar, fists against flesh. Joker was slippery, unpredictable, but Harley was faster, stronger, deadlier. Every swing carried years of pain, betrayal, and hatred.

Joker faked left, then struck hard— his crowbar smashing against her ribs.

Harley gasped, stumbling.

Joker grabbed her by the throat, pulling her close. His breath was hot against her ear. "Face it, doll... you'll never be free of me."

"I HATE YOU!"

Harley's knee **drove up—**hard, right between Joker's legs.

Joker yelped, staggering back.

Harley roared, swinging her mallet into his ribs.

CRACK!

Joker coughed, blood spilling from his lips. "Oof—good one!"

"I HATE YOU!"

Another brutal swing. His shoulder dislocated.

"I HATE EVERYTHING YOU DID TO ME!"

Another. His leg twisted unnaturally.

Joker collapsed, gasping. Blood dripped from his mouth, his nose, his ears. But he still laughed, weakly. "Heh… atta girl."

Harley loomed over him, panting. Years of torment, abuse, and mind games flashed before her eyes.

Joker coughed. "You… you ain't really gonna do it, are ya, Harls?"

Harley's hands trembled around the mallet.

"You need me," Joker whispered. "Without me… you're nothin'."

Harley stared down at him.

Then she smirked. "No, Mistah J. Without you, I'm finally free."

And then—she swung.

CRACK!

The mallet slammed into his skull.

Joker twitched.

Harley swung again. "This is for every scar!"

SPLAT. Blood splattered across the concrete.

Another. "For every time you threw me away!"

CRACK. Joker's face caved in.

Another. "For every time you laughed while I cried!"

SPLAT. Joker's skull fractured. His body convulsed, then went limp.

Harley stood over the broken, mangled corpse of the man who once controlled her life.

She dropped her mallet, panting. Blood dripped from the weapon. Joker's face was unrecognizable.

He wasn't laughing anymore.

Harley wiped sweat from her brow. "Damn. That felt good."

She turned away, not sparing the body another glance.

For the first time in years—she was truly free.

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Snowflakes swirled violently in the air, carried by chilling winds. In the center of the chaos, Raven stood, struggling to move, her body shackled by ice.

Her hands and legs were locked in thick crystalline frost, numbing her skin to the bone. Shivers wracked her body, her breath visible in the freezing air.

Across from her, Killer Frost laughed.

"What's wrong, little goth girl?" she sneered, raising a hand coated in deadly ice energy. "Your magic's slowing down. Can't handle a little cold?"

Raven gritted her teeth, trying to summon her magic. Dark tendrils lashed out from her soul-self, but the freezing air weakened them, making them sluggish.

Killer Frost smirked, seeing the struggle. She took slow, mocking steps forward. "You might be all spooky and scary to some people, but against me? You're just a candle in a snowstorm."

She raised both hands, gathering a swirling mass of raw ice energy.

"Let's see how long you last before I turn you into a pretty little ice statue."

Then—she unleashed hell.

A massive wave of pure frost exploded forward, swallowing Raven whole. The cold was unlike anything she had ever felt—a force that burned as much as it froze, creeping into her very soul. Her breath hitched as ice crawled up her body, encasing her arms, her chest, her throat.

Her mind screamed. She couldn't move.

Killer Frost chuckled, stepping toward her immobilized form. She admired her handiwork, then leaned down slightly, voice dripping with mockery. "Guess magic ain't so special after all, huh?"

Raven's vision blurred. The cold gnawed at her, threatened to pull her into darkness. But then… something stirred within her.

A voice. A whisper. A revelation.

Her mind sharpened. Her soul burned.

And then—her eyes turned pitch black.

The ice around her shattered into nothingness.

A deep, suffocating dark aura swirled around her body, black tendrils lashing out with newfound strength. Killer Frost's cocky smirk faltered as she took a step back, eyes narrowing.

"The hell—?"

Raven slowly raised her hand. A deep, unnatural black aura surrounded it.

Arcane Knowledge: Unlocked.

Killer Frost barely had a second to react before—

A beam of dark energy pierced her right arm.

"AAAH!" Frost screamed, staggering back. Blood splattered onto the snow, steaming as it met the frozen ground. She clutched at the wound, her ice-covered fingers trembling.

She snarled, lifting her left arm to counterattack—

But Raven was gone.

Killer Frost's eyes darted around wildly. "Where—?!"

A second beam ripped through her left arm.

"GAAAAH!"

Her body jerked violently, her knees buckling as her frozen kingdom became her graveyard.

Desperate, she turned to attack with her right arm— but it wasn't there.

A stump. A bloody, mangled stump.

Her breathing hitched. Her vision swam. Her arm had been cut off earlier...

Her head snapped toward her left arm—gone.

She was defenseless.

And then, she felt it.

A presence. A void. A death sentence.

She looked up—Raven stood before her, eyes as black as the abyss, expression as cold as the grave.

There was no mercy. No hesitation.

Only execution.

Killer Frost's lips trembled as she barely managed a whisper. "P-Please—"

A final beam of dark energy blasted her head off.

Blood gushed onto the ice. Killer Frost died instantly.

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