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"Bathwater"
She stared at the hot water surrounding her naked and bruised form. White and black paint and red blood tainted it, making it cloudy. The bathwater now encompassed everything she had been, everything that had ever meant anything to her.
Well, almost everything.
“How are you feeling, Harl?”
Ivy sat down on the edge of the tub and wiped Harley’s mascara from beneath her eyes with a damp washcloth. She brushed the blonde, greasy bangs from her forehead and gently kissed it.
“I’ve missed you, you know.”
“You’re glad he’s dead, so stop pretending that you care how I feel.”
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