A/N: HEY GUYS! This is part 1 of this "one-shot" (if it's eevn considered a oneshot if there's more than one chapter). Writing these really are a stress reliever and help me relax at night and wind down so thank you for reading them and hopefully you guys are liking them:) thank you again for reading, I love you! Ps. - I have a tumblr where all of my story updates, oneshots, and requests will be posted on from now on its donnajoseeupdates I know some of you were saying there was a problem with finding it but it's fixed now so if you want to keep up with my stories and stuff on there feel free to.

Sorry if it's hard to catch my vibe

I need a lover to trust, tell me you're on my side

Are you down for the ride?

It's not easy for someone to catch my eye

But I've been waitin' for you for my whole damn life

For my whole lifetime

Don't be afraid to tell me if you ain't with it

I see you're focused, yeah you're so independent

It's hard for me to open up, I'll admit it

You've got some shit to say and I'm here to listen

So baby, tell me where your love lies

— Khalid Ft. Normani

I sit in the club, taking a drag of my cigarette as Roscoe tells me about a deal Maroni wanted to make with me. I obviously wasn't fucking listening because A. I didn't care at the moment and B. My mind wasn't in my business lately.

I hadn't been worried about anything except the constant nagging feeling within me.

It's been six months.

I had run her off, at least that's what the judge told me to get under my skin the last time I was arrested for assaulting her new guy. I knew I didn't chase her off. I knew I didn't. I just didn't know why she left. She was happy...

...I think, at least.

"Boss," Johnny says suddenly, interrupting Roscoe and I snap back my attention to him.

"Huh?" I ask and he shakes his head gently, licking his lips.

"Why don't you just go find 'er?" He asked me, sitting beside me and I scoff.

"She doesn't wanna be bothered. So I'm not gonna bother her." I raise my brows and he exhales.

"Okay, But you're doing exactly what you said you wouldn't do when you first started gettin' interested in 'er." He told me.

"And what's that, exactly?" I asked him and he rubbed his lips together.

"You're lettin' her get in the way of your work and your plans."

"Oh, c'mon, Johnny. Don't be ridiculous." I waved him off.

"You barel gotten any work done ever since she left. Six damn months ago."

I think for a second and finally decide the bastard's right.

"What the hell am I supposed to do about it? Huh? I tried gettin' her back and she wouldn't listen. So. No." I snap at him and he frowns.

"Just...please try to get over it, Boss. We don't like seein' you like this. You ain't your normal self and it's givin' us bad mojo."

Again, I roll my eyes and wave him off before I get up and go to my office upstairs.

Later in the night, there's a knock on my door and I look up from my paper work.

"Come in!" I shout and a small hand wraps around the heavy marble of the door and pushes it. I see it's Aubrey, the bartender, and I sit up straighter. "What?"

"There's someone here to see you, Boss." She tells me and I furrow my brows.

"Who?"

"Harleen Quinzel." She says it with a small smirk and I feel my whole body freeze up.

"What does she want?" I ask her and she raises an arched brow.

"She claims she needs the rest of her things from ya. But I think she just misses you."

I get up and walk to her, towering over her small form. I can tell she's expecting me to tell her to send Harley in. All the dancers miss Harley and I can tell they do. The ball was now in my court and she wanted me to do something with it.

"I'm busy. Send her away." I cut off the hope she had of getting Harley back, and her face fell.

"W-what?"

"I said send her away." I repeat coldly.

"What do I tell her?" She crosses her arms and I angrily pick up my glass of bourbon from my desk and throw it at the wall beside her.

"To burn in hell and see if I give a damn!" I shout and she rolls her jaw, not intimidated in the slightest.

Aubrey was tough as nails, probably the most stubborn woman I had ever met. She could be sweet and caring, but she could also been mean as a hornet with a billion times worse of a sting.

"Ha, yeah, lick my twat." She turns in the doorway. "Come in." She nods her head and I see blonde hair behind her as Aubrey steps out of the way. "I'll be downstairs if you two love birds need snacks or condoms." She tells us and shuts the door behind her.

I look down, not looking at Harley. I refuse to.

"I need to get the rest of my things from your place." She tells me. Her once thick accent is replaced by that of a sophisticated tone. She sounded like the doctor she was when I first met her. So classy and pristine.

"You have a key, still. Why not just go ahead and grab your shit and leave me the hell alone?"

"You changed the locks, remember?" She asked me and I chuckled.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot." I smile smugly and she sighs.

"I'm not here for fun and games. I have somewhere to be. I need this done quickly."

"Oh, look at you. Making demands at me like I'm your bitch."

"You bossed me around for years. I decided to do the bossing for a change." She stated and I walked closer to her.

"And as I remember correctly," I peer down at her and I can tell her breathing has picked up. "You thoroughly enjoyed being bossed around and controlled at my mercy completely." I growl and she swallows thickly and puts distance between us.

"Mr. Joker, if you do not let me get my things I will call the police."

"Go ahead! You already turned me in for knockin' your boy toy around a little a few months ago." I throw my hands up and she scowls.

"You almost beat him to death!"

"Well maybe he shouldn't have touched my girlfriend!"

"I am not your girlfriend! You broke up with me, remember?!"

"I didn't fucking break up with you! You walked out on me!" I scream at her and she closes her mouth quickly. "Oh, what, you didn't wanna hear that? Too damn scared to face the truth?"

"Stop." She demanded.

"You've done convinced yourself I was the one who broke things off. I was the one who left you high and dry, not knowing where the hell to go from there?"

"Stop it, J!" She pleaded.

"You continuously lie to yourself about how we ended so you don't feel guilty. Well the reality is, you left me. I didn't break up with you."

6 Months Ago

I walked into the bedroom to seeing Harley packing things into a suitcase.

"What're ya doin'?" I asked her and she looked at me, her eyes wide and her face shocked.

"I-J, you ain't supposed to be home for another hour." She gulped and I furrowed my brows and walked to the bed where her things were.

"Where ya goin'?" I ask her and she stumbled to give me an answer.

"Well...I-I...Was just...uh-um, me and Ivy were gonna have a girl's night and so I was packin' to go spend the night at her place." She lied.

"I didn't graduate college but I'm not dumb, Harley." I put my hands on my hips and she clenched her hands into fists.

"J...I-I didn't know how to tell ya this without ya gettin' mad but..." she trailed off and I could see from the tears in her eyes what she was about to say.

"Okay." I say calmly.

"What?"

"You wanna leave, you can leave." I shrug. "I'm not makin' anyone stay with me that doesn't wanna stay with me. Even though I've sacrificed beyond enough for you, opened my home to you, tried to be a little calmer for you and gave you everything you wanted for the past four years, you can leave if you want to." I grin and she looks at me confused.

"I don't understand. Why ain't ya throwin' things and yellin'? Ain't ya mad?" She asked me gently and I smiled.

"Oh I'm livid. I just want you to have time to get out before I kill you which will probably be," I look at my watch. "In a solid 2 minutes."

Her face falls and she suddenly becomes panicked and starts rushing.

I count down every second, only making her more and more frantic.

The second I hit 1, she was just about to get to the door when I grabbed her hair and pulled her back into me.

She screamed, fighting against me, and I laughed, throwing her on the floor and pulling my gun from my holster.

"Have I not been good to you, baby?" I sneer, pulling the hammer back.

"J, please, don't do this." She begged me, sitting up as tears rolled down her cheeks. "Please, don't."

I press the barrel to her head and my finger brushes against the trigger.

"Have not given you what you needed?" I asked her demandingly and she sobbed, her hand resting on my hand that was on her head, holding it to my gun.

"Please, J." She pleaded and I looked down at her hand on mine, and felt my heart drop to my stomach.

I dropped my gun and stepped away from her.

"Go." I told her lowly and she scrambled up from the floor.

"J–"

"I said go!" I yell and she grabbed her bag quickly and left as fast as she could.

Present

I stared at Harley and she stared at me, tears in her eyes.

"What?" I ask her and she shakes her head.

"Nothing."

"Why're you really here?" I ask her and she looks down.

"I need my things. I told you that."

"No, no. Why are you here?" I repeat and she looks at me from under thick lashes.

"I miss you." She says lowly and I feel proud of myself.

"Hmm. Thought so. Goodnight." I motion to the door and she looks at me like I'm crazy.

"I just…" She stopped for a moment and I looked at her blankly. "Wait a damn minute, J!"

"You admitted why you came back. I am now satisfied. You may go." I tell her and she groans, irritated.

"I want my things back and I'm not going anywhere until I have them!"

"And I want a damn apology." I cross my arms and snorts.

"Apology for what? Getting tired of your crap and leaving to do better for myself? Oh how remorseful I am for getting the hell away from you." She pipes sarcastically.

"Okay then. Goodbye." I grab her and pull her to the door.

"You can't do this to me!" She fights back. "You still have my property in your possession and I will seek legal confrontation if I don't get it back."

"Don't worry, doll, you'll get your shit back." I assure her.

"Tonight, J." She adds and I stop walking.

"Wait a minute." I pretend to think. "I'm not sure if your stuff is still at my place or not."

"What do you mean?" She asks me and I put a finger on my chin.

"I mean…maybe your things survived the long trip to the bay's seafloor." I think aloud to myself and she over hears it.

"You threw my things in the bay?!" She screams at me and I smile widely.

"You didn't think I'd keep everything and build a shrine in your memory instead, did you?" I pick at my nails and she groans again.

"Oh, you sneaky, sneaky, son of a bitch." She pulls her phone out and dials a number. "Good thing I now have Gordon on speed dial ever since completing that rehab course at Arkham." She says and I snatch her phone away from her and hold it in a steel grip.

"Hello?" Gordon's voice hits my ears and I hit the hang up button. Harley looks at me with pure hatred and I chuckle at how cute she is.

"Gimme back my phone."

"No." I look down at it to see a few texts from 'Joseph'. "Who's Joseph?" I ask her and her face goes pale.

"Don't think about it." She snaps and I laugh again.

"Oh, you make this too damn easy, Baby." I click on his name and view the texts.

Joseph: Have you gotten your stuff back yet?

Harleen: No, I'm omw rn. Why?

Joseph: Just wondering. Is he gonna be mad when you show up to get your things and not take him back?

Harleen: More than likely he'll just be a little upset but will be mature and give it to me.

Joseph: okay, let me know when you're done.

I read the messages and chuckled like a child.

My thumbs immediately worked at writing back a response.

Harleen: I won't be able to meet tonight, something came up.

Harley just gave me an evil look, seeing me pretending to be her. The phone buzzed and I looked down at it.

Joseph: Did you ex hurt you or anything? Do I need to come pick you up?

Harleen: No he hasn't. I just need a couple of days to think all of this through.

Joseph: Harleen, if you're having second thoughts about me and you, it's okay. I know it's a lot to think about.

I smirked as I typed out my next response.

Harleen: hard to think about anything when he's balls deep in me at this moment. Ttyl.

I slipped the phone into my desk and locked the drawer, watching Harley glare at me the whole time.

"Now." I look at her. "Where were we?"