So recently (read: nearly a month ago..) I started this OTP Challenge on tumblr... and I got like 6 days into it and then lost my flash drives .. which if you are a past reader of mine... it's no new occurrence. So basically, since FanFiction doesn't have strikeout like tumblr, anything emboldened is something Harley wants to say or do or think (And in some cases Loki's reaction) but doesn't. Of course none of these go in order so this isn't really the start of their story... Without further ado...


Day 1: Love Makes Me (Hunter Hayes)

The door of a black Mustang slammed hard behind its inhabitant. The sound echoed through the empty alley and up to the window standing open on the third floor of an old brick building where a white sheer curtain swept outwards. An old Johnny Cash song played as a pair of jade eyes peered down hidden from the individual now speeding off. She was going back to that psycho because she misunderstood what he'd said. Again. He tried to explain himself but all that ended with was a glass of wine in his face.

It wasn't his fault that she pinned over a psychopathic clown who could never love her the way she thinks him to. He almost pitied the woman if he was to be honest. While he understood the constant fight for attention she held with the rest of the damned city, he would never see why she didn't come to senses and rise above it.

"Fight back," he'd told her. "Or better yet forget him. He's not worth it Harleen."

"Harley!" she shouted. "And you won't get it. Mistah J loves me, he just doesn't show it like most people do."

Loki had rolled his eyes at her petulance. "Because he can't. He longs not for a companion, but for control of the city. As long as Batman protects Gotham, that clown will never possess the capacity to love. Even if, and that's a very strong if, if he ever did, he would not choose you. You'd actually be the last person on his list."

The blonde had given him the same look the red-headed assassin had as he explain his plans for her lover so long ago. Except this time, a back wasn't turned.

He's wrong, Harley thinks as she swipes at her eyes. He's always wrong. Mistah J does love me, and he does it just fine.

It really shouldn't affect her the way it does. She's heard it so many times, too many times, from a plethora of people, ranging from her best friend Poison Ivy to the caped crusader himself, who had the audacity to laugh at her.

She doesn't stop herself, though, as she picks up the half-empty glass of red table wine setting before her and sloshes it at the god sitting across for her. She's up and out of the room before he registers what had happen.

Loki doesn't try to stop her. He knows she'll come back.


Harley takes a deep breath as she opens the door. The knob sticks at first and gives away her position, something she expected, secrecy has never been on her side. He's slouching on the couch, his hand covering his mouth as he stares straight ahead. He doesn't look to her or even hints to her presence. She slips by the ratty corduroy couch without a word into the kitchen.

There's a kettle setting on the stove. She taps the side to find the water still hot. She makes quick work of making a cup of hot cocoa.

A green and gold harlequin patterned cup is set on the coffee table. Blue eyes trace over the lazing figure. The rushing sounds of cars is off in the distance. Somewhere there's the constant tick tick tick tick tick tick of a clock that usually lulls her to sleep some nights. The near silence is beginning to be too much for the normally loud girl.

"I'm sorry," she blurts as she drops her gaze.

Green eyes turn to her.

"You were right. You're always right." The mug is picked back up and sipped from. "He doesn't love me. And I know that, as much as I don't want to admit it, I know that. But I love him. And that's all that matters, right? Is that I love him enough to do all those stupid, crazy things he's asked of me." She pauses long enough to sneak a glance but shifts her eyes when she sees him staring. "I don't know why I do those things. I don't know why I defend him when he won't do the same. I shouldn't bend over backwards just for him. He's already tried replacing me once and he always kicks me out. I'm just some little stupid henchwoman after all."

"Why doesn't he like me?"

"Is there something wrong with me?"

"Am I too damaged for him?"

"I'm sorry," she breathes again.

"Never apologize," Loki says firmly, "for being yourself."

Her stare lifts to meet his. "But myself is wrong."

"People do stupid crazy things when they're in love. You're no different."

Her stomach does little flips at the word. "I'm not in love."

She can't deny that. "I know."

Loki stands and brushes past her, the sappy conversation something he doesn't fancy himself being in any longer.

"Wait" is what she wants to say.

"You're a wonderful woman, Harleen Quinzel. Do not change that" are the words he'd utter before continuing.

"You don't care" is how she'd reply because she knows it's true.

"I can disprove that" he would lie.

But she only takes another sip of her cocoa as she is drenched in darkness. The light is flipped back on a second latter to grace a small smile on the blackened lips of the pigtailed girl.

Because she knows he really does care. Because people do stupid crazy things when they're in love.


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