WARNING:
EXPLICIT Language
You Make Me Wanna Love
hate, cry, take, every part of you – Zella Day
J•O•K•E•R
I look at Harley as she drops her bags in the floor of the Hotel room and falls back on the bed.
I glance at the clock and see it's almost midnight.
She planned on finding Hadlynn tomorrow, and I planned on being here when she finally punched the living whore out of her sister.
"Harley." I state roughly and she gets up, walking to the bathroom, ignoring me. "I don't care if you're pregnant or not, I'll still take my belt off and whoop your ass if I need to." I hiss, looking over my shoulder at her, waiting for a response.
"Then why the fuck ain't ya yet?" She calls from the bathroom and I can hear the smile on her face as she says it.
I chuckle lowly and make my way to the bathroom, leaning against the door as she washes her face.
My eyes rake up from her smooth legs to the tangled strands of blonde, blue and red hair.
When she rinses her face, her eyes meet mine and she dries off before looking at me through the mirror.
"Very impolite to stare, Mister J." She tells me in her "Doctor" voice and I smirk, rubbing my chin and slowly walking to her.
"Mmm," I sigh out a satisfied moan, my hands resting on her hips, pulling her against me, my teeth lightly biting a trail on her neck.
She giggles and I run my tongue over the forming bruises in the shape of bite marks, making a low moan escape her lips.
"My Harley." I growl in her ear and she laughs wickedly, snapping around and hoisting herself up onto the counter. Her fingers lace through my hair and her legs wrap around my hips as she trails her index finger along my jaw - staring at me in adoration and waiting for me to speak. "Ya wanna go out tonight?" I push a lock of hair behind her ear and she thinks for a moment before shaking her head.
"And do what exactly?" She raises a brow.
"Get dressed and find out." I tell her teasingly, pressing a kiss to her lips briefly before patting her back gently and walking to go change cloths.
"Get dressed in what? I ain't brought any fancy goin' out clo - " she stops talking when she sees me pull a black bag from my suitcase. " - shoulda known." She takes the bag from my hands and lays it on the bed before she goes to unzip it. "Always one step ahead of the game, ain't ya, Pud'?" She smiles adorably at me.
"Get ready, I'll pick you up at 12:30."
"W - Where ya goin'?" She furrows her brows at me.
"Out for a bit." I shrug. "Be right back. Don't you dare be a minute late. I'm not waitin' over an hour for you to keep tellin' me 'five more minutes'." I point at her sternly and she sticks her tongue out with a sarcastic laugh.
{Flashback - 1 year Ago}
I look at Griggs, my hands aching to choke the life out of him.
He stares at me. Wide eyes and shaking breath.
"Why so nervous?" I cock my head a little and he swallows, scared.
"I - I just don't . . . " he trails off, looking at Hadlynn and narrows his eyes in the ought for a moment before spitting out: "You bitch."
He realizes it was all a ploy to get him to me.
"Hey, hey, hey!" I grab his chin and force him to look at me. "No need for that kinda language." I scold. "I just wanna talk."
"Look, I don't know what you want, but I ain't got it."
"I don't want anything from you but for you to shut your mouth." I growl and he closes his mouth immediately. "What exactly did you and Harley do?" I get to the point and he looks around, hesitant. "ME." I bark suddenly, grabbing his chin roughly, making him to look at me again.
"We - we just fooled around a little bit, I swear it wasn't anything!" He pleads with raised brows.
"Define 'fooled around'. Cause, ya see, when me and Harley fool around, it's not just holdin' hands and giggles. So, I suggest you tell me the truth, and nothing but the truth because I'm gonna be very, very, disappointed if I find out you did more than just 'fooled around'."
"We kissed a couple times. That was it. I wanted more but she kept blowin' off my attempts."
"Why would you fuckin' attempt in the first place?" Roscoe speaks up angrily and I glance at him.
One person I could always count on to beat the shit out of someone who tried to have their fair share of Harley, was Roscoe. I know he didn't feel anything romantic about her, but he would knock someone's teeth out for being up to no good when it came to their intentions for her.
"I wasn't thinkin' when I approached her, alright? When I realized who I was talkin' to, she already expressed plenty how she was single and I pounced on the opportunity."
"You shoulda known better," I close my eyes a moment, looking up and chuckling darkly, thinking of what I'm going to do. "Because now, I gotta teach ya a lesson." I reach for a butcher knife off the counter behind me and examine the blade a moment.
"Wait, wait," he holds his hands up, taking deep breaths, his brows raises. "I - I know how to get her back. Alright? I - I work all over the state in places like Arkham and Black Gate. I can get her out for you!" He panics and I pull my lips down In a slight frown, not knowing what to do. "I promise I'll help you get her back, just please don't do this. I got kids at home - "
" - And you're out fucking women, drinking, smoking and gambling because . . . ?" Hadlynn speaks up.
"I don't think it's really all that bad, Hadlynn." Johnny retorts and she rolls her jaw.
"You would say that, wouldn't you, Johnny?" She narrows her eyes.
"He's a grown man, Hadlynn. Him having kids shouldn't effect what fun he has on the weekends."
"Certainly hasn't stopped you from acting like a blithering idiot."
"Well maybe I wouldn't do that if my wife weren't a whore."
I give them both a death glare, making them close their mouths.
My eyes drift back to Griggs and I grind my teeth.
"I'm listening."
H•A•R•L•E•Y
I look at the red and black jester suit, and my lips pull into a wide smile. I let out a happy sigh, closing my eyes for a minute.
{Flashback – 3 Days Ago}
"So he loves me?" I raise my brows at Leon and he nods.
"Couldn't find anything else." He sighs. "Is that a shock or something?"
"No, no. I just always suspected he didn't love me anymore and that's why he's been so distant, I - "
" - Who's to say I loved you to begin with?" J's voice makes me stiffen, and my wide eyes meet Leon's, who seems completely calm. "Get in the car, Harley." J tells me sternly. "This whole thing is ridiculous."
I look at him and feel my chest tighten.
"Do I need to repeat myself?" He raises a brow, threateningly.
I shake my head and he nods to the door.
"Car. Now. Don't make me tell you again." He orders and I look at Leon before storming past Joker and slamming the front door before making my way to the car where Johnny's waiting.
"He's in a bad mood, so I suggest you just be polite and don't talk back." He gives me a word of advice once I get back in the act and I nod, seeing J slam the door of the old house and walk quickly to the car.
J gets in the back with me and not a minute later, tells Johnny to roll the partition up.
I gulp as Johnny does as he's told and gives us privacy.
Joker looks at me with those intense blue eyes and I look at my lap.
"First and foremost," he starts roughy. "I do not not ever will be attracted to your slutty brat of a little sister. She's immature and petty and ridiculously childish and acts like she has no sense. I want to be with someone that I don't have to babysit." He sneers. "Secondly, how dare you go behind my back and do something like this? Do you not trust me when I tell you that I care about you? Just because I don't say it every fucking change I get doesn't mean I don't fucking care about you, Harley." He scolds me. "Third of all, you shouldn't be basing your sisters fate on whether or not I feel something for her or not. And the fact that you did that makes me wonder exactly what the hell kinda screw has come loose from your head."
"You don't look at me like you used to, J." I speak up quietly. "What else am I gonna think?" I ask shakily. "You're not tellin' me anything anymore. You're keepin' stuff from me. You're lookin' at me differently and I knew you'd never tell me why so I had not other option but to go to Leon and - "
" - You coulda trusted me, Harley!" He yells. "You coulda just trusted that I'm not ever going to do anything like that to you as long as we're together. If I thought there was someone better out there, I wouldn't bother to give you the time of day anymore!" He screams and I bite my lip, tears spilling over my lashes. "Now ya got me screamin' atcha and I don't like screamin' atcha!" He throws his hands up and leans back in his seat, looking up.
"I'm sorry, J. I just got desperate. I'm tried of not bein' us. We ain't been us for years."
"I can only imagine why, Harley." He cuts his eyes at me. "I mean after someone spends three fucking years not even sleeping in the same fucking bed . . . "
His voice breaks at if he's about to cry.
" . . . I prayed every night, that something would change." He admits, rubbing his face. "And every night it got worse and worse and worse and then I heard you started going home with other men - Harley - " he stops abruptly, looking at me. I ant read the emotion on his face. Maybe anger, maybe heartbreak. God only knew. " - Be honest with me." He tells me lowly. "Did you or did you not have sex with any of them?"
"I didn't, Joker." I shake my head, tears rolling down my cheeks. "I couldn't." I take a deep breath, trying to decide if I wanted to confess to him the truth. I decide its best to now than later and I squeeze my eyes shut. "But God, damn me for trying."
I hear a choked laugh come from him and I know he's angry, now.
"You tried to sleep with other men?" He asks the question so bluntly. He didn't care to tip toe around what it really was. He didn't want to sugar coat it.
"I was pissed, J. I was hurt. I was confused. I didn't know what the hell to do and you were always getting onto me and scolding me and I just wanted to be able to held by a man who wouldn't completely disown me for my decisions."
"Did I kick you out of the fucking house?! Did I pack your shit up and tell you to get the fuck out?! I gave you the spare bedroom because I wanted to fix you before we even tried to fix us, Harley! That's the same shit you would've done with me!"
"And how do you know that?!" I wipe my eyes angrily.
"Because it was in one of your stupid marriage books you always feel the need to give to me!" He hits the ceiling of the car angrily and I stay quiet.
He actually read them.
"You actually read them?" I ask him weakly.
"I was in a crisis and I didn't know what to do. What else was I gonna do? Ask Hadlynn for relationship advice because she's so good at relationships herself?" He scoffs sarcastically. "Harley, I want to make you happy. I want to fix us. I want everything to go back the way it was before you had Lucy and before we had all of this bullshit that we hide from each other. I can't fix it by myself, just like you can't fix it by yourself." He shakes his head. "I want to go back to normal. I want the constant disagreeing about what weapon we're gonna use to kill Batman, I want the constant aggravating and teasing and laughing. I want to be able to another woman and have her be scared shitless the whole time because she knows that looking directly at me a second too long might get her killed by my own personal pit bull with blonde hair," I break into tear filled chuckles and he does the same. "And blue eyes."
{Present}
I smile to myself, skipping to the bathroom to shower quickly and get ready.
By the time I slip into the tight jumpsuit and towel dry my hair, I take a deep breath and look at the clock.
12:30 sharp.
There's a knock at the door and I pull the matching heeled on and grab the jester hat from the bed and walk to the door to open it to see Joker standing in a black and white tux, a white bow is tied around his neck and he has a white boutonniere pinned to his suit jacket. He looks like himself. He looks happy.
His eyes look up and down my body, that familiar dark gaze of his making me almost weak to my knees.
"Well, well, well. Right on time." He fixes his jacket and extends his arm.
I take it with a wide smile and shut the door, letting him lead us to the elevator.
"What're we doin'?" I ask him and he opens the car door for me and grabs my hand and helps me out.
"It's a surprise." He grabs my hand and walks me to the inside of an alley way, motioning to a fire escape that's bolted into the bricks. "Ladies first." He smiles and I furrow my brows but step onto the metal ladder, and keep going until I get to the roof.
He follows behind me and when I finally look up at the view, I gasp.
The colorful, gorgeous city that is Miami is staring back at me and my mouth falls open in awe.
"Awe, Puddin' it's beautiful." I whisper, feeling his hands move up and down my covered arms.
"Breathtaking view for a breathtaking Harley Quinn." He states smoothly in my ear and I grin.
"Daddy?" I drawl out and he chuckles darkly.
"Hmm?"
"I know ya didn't just bring me up here for some cheap pick-up line." I state matter of fact and he snickers.
"The fact that you call me 'Daddy' is proof enough that I don't need a pick-up line to use on you at all."
I giggle and turn to face him.
"Why're ya doin' this?" I brush my finger tips over his jaw line.
"We've been having problems lately and I figured why the hell not do something romantic." He grins ear to ear and I feel my eyes water. "Now, will you do the honors?" He holds his hand out and I sniffle and nod, taking his hand and he pulls me closer to him. His arm envelopes my waist, one of my hands grip his bicep as his other hand holds onto my free one.
We start dancing, but eventually the silence gets to me and I frown a little.
"What's wrong?" He asks and I look up at him.
"Well, we ain't got any music." I look around and he laughs chillingly.
"I can fix that," he clears his throat.
"You ain't gotta - "
" - Oh, my love. My darling, I've hungered for your touch . . . " I smile to myself as he continues the old Righteous Brothers' song. The very one my father used to sing to me when I was younger and the very one I listened to, to calm myself down the day I was assigned to be his doctor.
By the time he's finished, his forehead is resting against mine and I look up at him, the tears falling freely now, my entire body shaking a little bit.
"I wouldn't know what the hell to do without ya. Ya know that, right?" I ask him shakily and he licks his lips, reaches up and takes my jester cowl off. My hair falls loosely from it and he grips it in his hand, leaning down and pressing his lips against mine.
Us just holding each other the way we are isn't enough for him.
He drops the cowl and picks me up, holding me tightly to him as I wrap my legs around his waist and snake my arms around his neck - our lips never breaking contact.
When we finally pull away from each other, I look down at him and he grins widely, his teeth reflecting in the pale moonlight. I giggle and kiss his cheek, his temple and his hair before hugging him tightly, scared to death to let him go.
AHHHH UPDATE!
**Just to clarify cause I know there's some of y'all that are like "HARLEY WOULD NEVER CHEAT ON J. SHE WOULDN'T WANT ANY OTHER MAN" true. You have a very good point. But also keep in mind that Harley wasn't herself. Like it was mentioned in the story, Harley felt as if she couldn't do what she wanted back when she was having a hard time without Joker getting onto her for her behavior. She wanted love, not judgement and if she had to get love and affection from another man to feel fulfilled then so be it. No, she never slept with anyone else, but it wasn't from lack of trying - she just physically couldn't sleep with anyone else. It was impossible (I'll elaborate more on that soon) and of course she always had her best friend Ivy to go to when she needs to feel as if she weren't being judged, but the next chapter will explain how Ivy felt about the whole thing. So don't automatically hate me and think I don't know my characters because Harley messed with other men. Emphasis on the ***SHE WASNT HERSELF.***
Anyway, let me know what you thought and if you requested a story, I'm working on those in my free time so don't think I've forgotten about it because I haven't:) I have every prompt I've gotten written down and I plan to get all of them written before the month ends. I love you, and thanks so much for the support!
ps - If you've never heard Unchained Melody by the Righteous Brother's, you need to. It's so sweet. Also, Shadow Preachers by Zella Day describes JxHQ PERFECTLY.
