A/n: Greetings! This my first ever Harley Quinn/The Joker fan fic. I just adore Harley Quinn. :) Hope you all like it.
I'm breaking free from these memories, gotta let it go. Just let it go.
"But-but puddin'...Can we just have a calm night?". Harley asked nervously.
The joker just grinned at her. "No! We can't! Get over here! NOW!". He snapped.
Harley was shaking with fear. She normally wouldn't mind being hit. Because she always felt like deep down inside, he never really meant it. He was only angry. And stressed. And needed some kind of relief. The joker would always make up for it, the next day. Send Harley her favorite chocolates. Send her, her favorite flowers.
But this time. She had a feeling it'd be different than usual. The joker almost killed her numerous times. Threw her out of a window. Through her out his house. Dragged her by her hair, while covering her mouth, to prevent the neighbors from hearing her scream for help. Harleen Quinnzel was never this evil. Or this bad. Harleen Quinnzel was always quiet. Not a lot of friends. Very few friends to be exact. But a very loyal friend when needed.
Harleen Quinnzel was a psychiatrist. She was on a gymnastics scholarship. Now...
She's a Hench woman for clown face. Preparing the necessities to take down Batman. And vent to poison ivy at times. Hell, Harley, became ivy's partner in crime.
But when the joker wasn't around, or too busy for her, she always fantasized about going back to her old life. Harley put up with the abuse. She chose to stay with the joker when she could, leave him. And that's what Haley wants to do.
She couldn't take the slaps anymore. or anything that he would do to her. After years of committing crimes and causing chaos to Gotham City, Harley wants a change.
The joker had tied her up to the bed. Her ass was in the air. he grabbed a belt. A switch. A huge tree branch. And whipped her mercilessly. She couldn't help but cry silently into the pillows. She felt the marks and burns on her back.
"YOU FUCKING bat-shit crazy bitch! You cost me my job at taking down Batman!". He hurt her again. Over and over. As hard as he could. He untied her. "Go take a shower. You look like a filthy whore". He snarled.
She nodded and did as she was told.
"He's no good for you, Harls. It's only a matter of time before he actually does kill you. I care about you. I just don't want it to be too late". Batman said.
"Why do you care?!". Harley snapped at him.
"Because..Though I want to take you and your jerk off boyfriend down...I want you to find yourself a good man. I knew who you were before you became someone he manipulated and uses. I want to see her back again".
"We all have a choice, Harley. I hope you choose the right one. You're better off without him. You can't get nowhere in life with a freak like that. And I'll protect you from him". Ivy said.
While in the shower she thought about what everyone said to her. "They're right". Harley told herself.
Harley changed her clothes and looked for her puddin'. She saw no sign of him. She sighed sadly and took advantage of the time before he came back.
Harley packed up her belongings and before she could leave, the joker carefully walked into the house. Her saw her packing and glared at her coldly. "Where do you think you going?". He asks.
She looked at him terrified. "N-no where, Mistah J! Just...just...you know...s-pring c-cleaning". She smiled at him nervously.
He walked into the room and put his hands around her throat. "I caught you lying, you little slut! You ain't never leaving me! GOT IT?!". She was gasping for air trying to take his hands off. He let go of her. "I love you too much to get away from me". He said smiling at her. He kissed and tried to make love to her. But she refused. "Mistah J. Not tonight. I'm tired". She frowned.
"I don't give a fuck if you're dying! Give me sex! NOW!". He screamed.
She jumped and slowly took her clothes off.
"FASTER! Hurry up, before i do it myself!". He yelled.
"I-I'm t-trying!". She said still scared.
"Are you yelling at me?". The joker asked curiously. He raised his eyebrows at her.
"No..."
"Cause I think you are".
"H-honest. I-I w-wasn't y-yelling at y-you, puddin'". She pleaded with him.
"I still think you was". He put Harley over his shoulder. He sat her down and tied her up with ropes and duct tape. He started to electrocute her. "M-Mistah J, s-stop! Y-your killing m-me, p-puddin'!". She sobbed.
He untied her and just stared at her. "Oh, pooh..."He cooed at her and touched her burnt hair. And burnt up skin. "I want you out". He said feeling no emotion to what he's done to her.
"W-what?". She asked.
"I'm done with you!". He got her suitcase and threw it at her with another suit case that almost hit her on the head.
Harley got up slowly. "No...I-I'm done...w-with you!". She yelled.
"Good! Go!". He shouted and slammed the door to his office.
She walked and walked, until she saw found a decent looking sidewalk for her to sleep on. She laid down on both of her suitcases and tried to get some rest.
A guy just stared at her blankly. he could see what another guy has done to her. He swore to himself, when he finds the son-of-a bitch, he's going to hurt him. "Excuse me, dear. What's your name?". He asked politely yet still worried.
"H-harley. Why?". She sniffled.
"I have a place for you to crash if you'd like".
"I-I don't even kn-know you. I don't need your stupid h-help!". She argued and whimpered.
"I know. But any man who does this to a lady, and a pretty one included, is a bastard in my book. Let me take care of you". he said softly.
"Is it safe?". She asked.
"Yes. Absolutely".
"Even away from Mistah J".
"I don't know who this Mistah J is, but he won't be able to hurt you".
"He's now my ex-boyfriend". She said sadly.
"I'm sorry to hear that. I'm guessing that he did this to you?". The guy asked.
"Yeah". She whispered.
"Come on, Harley. let's get you out of this dirty side walk and into a comfortable place".
He carried her bridal style. He put her suit cases in the car and drove to his place.
A/n: Can you guess who this mystery guy is? What do you think thus far?