Ok, so my last story was a flop. There was really no storyline or foundation so I'm sorry if you had to bear it. Anyways, this is now my first JokerXHarley fanfic. It's a short one shot but I love it. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Joker lay awake looking at the ceiling. He wasn't sleeping. He never slept. But he was grounded because his henchmen did need sleep.
Next to him lay Harley, breathing soft, even breaths.
Why do I sleep with her? he wondered.
Maybe you're comforted by the warmth of another living body next to you, suggested another voice in his head.
Harley kicked him. No, that's definitely not it, he thought, glaring at her, rubbing his shin.
Why do I sleep with her? I don't need comforting.
He turned away from Harley, transferring his anger at himself onto her.
Harleys breath became unsteady. It came out in short, uneven puffs, like she was running or scared. He rolled his eyes. Then Harley started talking in her sleep, "Solitary? No! Please, not again! Don't put me in there, please! I'll be good, I promise! I'll be a model patient, scrub the dishes, anything! Please, just don't put me in there! I-I don't like being alone, please! NO, NOT AGAIN! Not alone. In the dark! NOOOO!" Harley started screaming, long, loud shrieks of terror. He kicked her to make her stop. She continued.
"Shut up," he muttered through clenched teeth. She continued to scream. Loud, horrible screams. Groans of mortal terror. The low muffled sound that comes from the bottom of a person's soul (A/N: Yup, that's from The Tell-Tale Heart). Then she started shivering. Shivers that shook the whole bed. Her small body shook with loud sobs. Loud howling sobs. "Please…" she wailed again.
He sighed heavily and turned around. Then he slowly put his arms around her and stroked her back soothingly. "It's OK," he whispered in her ear, "It's OK". Her shaking seemed to calm. "Everything's OK. You're going to be fine," he whispered again. He kissed her softly, reducing her shrieks to gentle whimpers. "It"s ok," he whispered, "You're not alone." She snuggled closer to him and he found the answer to the question that had been probing him all night.
He didn't sleep with her because he needed her. He didn't need comforting. He slept with her because she needed him.
Epic right? No? Well, tell me about it!