Me and Mistah J are hiding in an alley for now. We plan to get a new place in a little while. He's looking at me suspiciously raising a brow. He asked me what I was writing,and leaned closer to look at the page. I hid it behind my back and stammered. "N-N-Nothing, Mistah J." He Frowned at not being able to see the page and looked me in the eyes. He was about 6 inches away from me, I knew I was blushing because I cloud feel my face getting warm. I hoped my white make-up would hide it, but I knew it didn't. He smiled a little and chuckled, he then said to me "oh Harley, it's so funny to see you like that. For a second you made me think that you liked me!" Harley darted her eyes away. "heh heh, yeah funny." joker just kept laughing. I was scared, if he found that page, he would see all the stuff she wrote about him. Not good. He stopped laughing when he saw her looking at the ground. "Harley?" he asked standing up to look her in the face. "yes?" she replied. He look at her blue eyes. "What's, the matter? Is there something your not telling me dear?" When he called her dear that made her smile to herself a bit. "Harley, please. You know you can tell me anything, right?" she looked up at him. He looked so concerned, and it was freakin adorable to her. "yes, I know." she finally replied. "Than tell me whats wrong, I don't haft to be a psychiatrist to know that's theres something on your mind." She just chuckled a bit at the joke then sighed and sat down on the ground,her chin on her knees, he sat down next to her.
Joker's POV
I didn't know what was wrong, not that I cared you know. So I sat closer to her, I saw her shake a little, she looked nervous or scared, something definitely wasn't right. She just looked out at the distance, her chin on her knees. It was sad, sad to see such a beautify- no! He was the joker! He couldn't care for someone! He sighed too, she looked at him, he was now in the same position she was in. Harley looked at him, he could sense she was. He was think to himself about the situation, "I cant love someone." he said to himself. "what?" Harley asked. "Nothing. I-it's just that..." he trailed off. "What? It's just, what?" she asked leaning toward him. "Never mind..." He turned away from her to hide his face, which he knew, even though it had been bleached chalk-white, was blood red. This is just GREAT. He thought sarcastically.
Harley's POV
He had turned to look at her now. "Harley," he started."Wheres that book you were writing in?" Crap. Harley though. She hesitatingly handed the book over to him. He grabbed it from her softly. Oh crap. Oh crap. Oh crap. Oh crap. she thought as he started to open the book.
Joker's POV
I looked at the cover, it was maroon, had cursive writing, and said My Memories on the front of it. He looked at Harley who wasn't looking at him. With out hesitation he opened it to page one, it was titled Joker, the best man in the world he blushed slightly because of this but didn't let her see it. He read through some of the page and stopped. He put the book down gently, which was rare for him. He looked at Harley, she was still looking at the ground. He put his hand under her chin carefully and lifted it so he could see her eyes. She had slight tears in them and her face was blood-red.
Harley POV
She could barley stand it, she was less than an inch from his face and knew she was blushing like crazy. She feared being rejected by him, her heart stopped, waiting for a reaction. He put on hand behind her head and one on her back and hugged her. She froze, was he comforting her, happy, relieved, what? He pulled away from the hug to look at her. She stammered. "I-I, Y-you, we, them, this-" He cut her off and looked at her smiling, "I love you too." He said before they kissed.