Oneshot 3

He couldn't remember the last time he held her close.

He couldn't remember the last time he made love to her.

He couldn't remember the last time he looked into her eyes and saw love.

Did she still love him?

He didn't even know anymore.

She wasn't her usual, bubbly self.

She was unhappy, depressed you might call it.

Harley spent her days curled up on the bed, talking to herself. Sometimes not even talking at all.

She didn't want to look at him.

He killed it.

He killed their child.

Their creation.

And he killed it.

Harley sobbed.

The voices screamed.

Harley screamed.

The voices sobbed.

Joker swung open the bedroom door and staggered in, a bottle of whiskey in his pale hand.

He paused, then dropped the bottle to the ground.

It shattered.

On the bed was her lifeless body.

When he had shot her, the bullet narrowly missed her pelvis and skimmed the skin. She had survived.

But now, she lay limp, one hand on the pillow above her, the other rested on her deflated stomach.

Jokers heart dropped and he raced to her. Not hesitating to start pumping, he placed two hands on her chest, one on top of the other and pressed down continuously.

One

Two

Three

Four.

Nothing.

Again.

One

Two

Three

Four.

Nothing.

Joker slammed his hands down on the bed but he wasn't going to give up just yet.

Another 5 minutes and she was still unresponsive.

Jokers breathing rate increased.

She couldn't be gone.

Joker connected his mouth to hers in one final attempt to revive her.

One

Two

Three breaths

And she was back, choking on air, her lungs demanding to be fed.

Joker realised he was holding his own breathe.

His Harlequin turned to him and for the first time in a week, she spoke to him.

"Thank you,"

He didn't realise she was going to thank him. He was expecting shouting, screaming, begging for him to kill her there and then. But there was none.

She spoke again but slower.

"I-I still l-love you-u J. Not-thing can change t-that,"

Her breathing was still laboured so he sat her up slowly, reminding himself not to touch her stomach.

Seeing her like this, speaking words so pure, made his throat tighten.

Joker turned away.

"It's okay. You don't have to love me." She muttered before turning on her side and closing her eyes, wishing for sleep, not death.

The joker clambered into bed beside her, his chest pressed against her small back. She didn't flinch nor move.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, his fingers tiptoeing their way to hers and entwining themselves together.

Joker sighed.

"I'm sorry,"

He had never spoken such words to her before, due to the situation he felt obliged to.

"You don't have to lie, J."

"I'm not. I am sorry."

He really was. He meant the apology but she wouldn't know. She was too used to him making up excuses, blaming everything on her. He was never sorry.

"There are so many lies you keep feeding me. Some you haven't even told me yet." Harley whispered, hating the feeling of his hips so close to her rear.

Joker gulped.

He hesitated before saying his next words. He don't want to regret them.

He spoke again.

"I love you."

The Joker felt Harley tense against him, part of her wanted to believe him but part knew he was talking Bull.

She turned her head to face him and he noticed the tears slowly descending down her face.

"See. So many lies,"

Jokers breath caught in his throat and he stopped breathing for a minute.

The moment he decided to declare his everlasting love to her, she denied him. It broke his heart.

Using all the power he had left in his body, he rolled over to his bedside table and swung it open, then grabbed a small box from inside.

He gulped.

"Harley look at me." He demanded and she turned again.

He sat up and she followed the best she could, hauling herself up, careful of her throbbing pelvis.

"Does this prove my love to you?"

He moved the black box into her eye line and lifted the lid. In it sat a ring, adorned with a large red ruby in the shape of a diamond. Around the gem sat 4 tiny emeralds.

It was in a word, beautiful.

"Harley. I love you. I didn't mean to, you know my anger gets the better of me sometimes. I took it too far this time. I'm sorry.

Daddy didn't mean to hurt you.

We can try again if you'd like that."

Harley's eyes shot from studying the ring, to his, focusing on them intently, looking for the lies that might hide behind them.

But he didn't even need to say it. She knew what he meant.

"You want to try for a baby?"

She questioned, her voice cracking halfway through.

Harley didn't know if she could trust him with a child after what he did to her.

He was too dangerous to be around children.

"If that makes you happy, yes. I don't mind," he answered and cocked his head in her direction.

It had only just occurred to him that his hands were violently shaking along with the box, making the ring rattle quietly.

Harley don't answer.

He tried again.

"Harley Quinn." Joker stated firmly to get her attention.

"Marry me."

It wasn't a question, but a statement.

He wanted her as his wife, his personal ball and chain. His Queen.

"What's a King without a Queen?"

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. The unbearable silence lasted for at least two minutes straight before it was broken.

Joker pushed himself up off the bed, and went to exit the room.

If she wouldn't respond, there was really no point int asking again.

"Wait!" She called after him and he froze, then turned towards her.

"Yes?"

"I love you Joker. Very much. Do you really want to marry me?"

"Yes." He answered and looked to the ground, as if he was embarrassed.

Harley took this opportunity to let out a small tear. She smiled though.

"Then yes. Yes I will marry you Joker."

The Joker looked up at her quickly, and smiled kindly.

The voices questioned her and she smiled again to herself.

She was. She loved him.

"I love you Harley Quinn," the Joker whispered and padded over to their bed, kneeling beside it.

"But I need to do this properly,"

With all her remaining strength, she sat up and swung her legs off the end of the bed.

He took out the box and presented it to her once more.

"Will you be my Queen?"