JokerxHarley The Returning Past Chapter 9
Harley POV
The sun fell in luminous gold ribbons across the dewy green grass. Causing the trees to cast long dark shadows between the ribbons of sunlight. She could see her puddin' from where she stood in the bubbling atmosphere of Gotham Park. She was careful to obscure herself from his view taking shelter behind the twisting pale bark of an ageing willow tree. She kept her eyes firmly on the Joker's tall figure which even in normal clothes stood out to her like a blossoming blood red rose among pale white rose buds. He wore a pair of light blue jeans fading to a dusty bluish white at the knees. His torso covered in a fitted dark green t-shirt, that clung to his slender frame. His dark hair tousled from the gently wind. Harley felt her heart squeeze in her chest. He was gorgeous in normal clothes or in his vivid green and purple costume. She felt so depressed with the absence of her Mista J to the point she had given up dressing in her tight red and black bodice and matching bottoms, or putting her hair in its usual bouncing pigtails and even trying to cause mayhem in the dark Gotham nights. She just couldn't. Mista J had been fading from her side more and more over the last few weeks. She'd go to bed to find him already there sleeping deeply and wake to find his side of the bed unoccupied. He was spending all his time with his daughter. She was slowly being replaced by her. And god did it hurt.
Joker POV
His eyes ran over the wide sunlit space bustling with life that was Gotham Park. Children ran across the moistened ground giggling and laughing. Their parents sat on the surrounding benches reading newspapers and gossiping. He ran his hand through his ruffled hair as his tongue darted nervously to the corners of his lips, his mouth filling with clay like taste of the make up which concealed his vein like scars. He had spent so much time with Alice over the passing weeks that their time together became natural. They had visited amusement parks where he'd try to win her large stuffed animals in various colors and ride speeding rollercosters that made their heads spin. Visited the beach where she tried teaching him to surf but ending up laughing when he felling into the sea before even standing properly on the board. They'd even watched films in the cinema, some which left them in fits of giggles and other where they gripped each others hands as they watched for what happened next. Sometimes Katherine would join them and Alice would listen to them as they laughed and told tales of their pasts. The tale of how they had met and also the tale of how they had separated. Scars and all. Alice had even seen his scars. She had called them beautiful. Like intricate vines that blossomed from the corners of his lips. It all felt good. It all felt right. He was always filled with nervous excitement each time he waited to meet her. Each time he was rewarded with her bright green eyes and her warming smile.
Alice POV
She practically skipped through the dark iron gates that were the entrance to Gotham vast park. She sighed contently as she felt the rich warmth of the sunlight as it touched the peachy bare skin of her shoulders. Listening to the whooshing of the airy white fabric of her dress, that was covered in curling vine, flower tops and sunburst in shades of warm copper and shining silver. She could her the light chimes of the flat metallic beads as they clinked together at the hem of her dress. She was smiling as she though about the present that she held in her hands. She was excited about giving it to Dad but nervous because he may not like it. She shook her head and laughed lightly. He'll love it. She looked around the park shielding her eyes with her hand from the brightness of the midday sun. After a few minutes she saw him stood by the water fountain. The water bursting from it falling like crystallized rain drops in the sun's blazing gaze. She picked up her pace her heart beating fast as an even wider smiles crossed her lips. "Dad!"
Joker POV
He heard her call him. He didn't know how he knew it was her. He just did. He looked to his left and felt a smile begin to grow on his lips as he saw her bounding towards him her white dress made her look angelic with her face lit up with a smile so bright the sun was a mere match next to a roaring fire in comparison. He held his arms wide open and greeted her with a wide smile as she gladly tucked herself into his arms lacing her arms round his waist and hugging him tightly. He hugged her back just as tight resting his head in her warm bronze hair taking in the sweet smell of blueberries and roses. As they pulled apart he asked her if she was ok and had she slept well. Also asking if Katherine was well since they had last met a few says previous. Alice smiled telling him they were great. He noticed a little box wrapped in dark blue paper and silky silver ribbon nestled in her hands. He looked at it curiously and asked her what it was. She holds it out for him to take and tells him not to open it till he gets home it has to be a surprise. He smiled again, He liked surprises. He thanked her and help out his arm in a gentlemanly fashion making her laugh as she looped arms with him and began to amble around the park making the most of the glistening sun.
Harley POV
She was lounging lazily across the black leather sofa in the apartment that puddin' somehow gotten hold of to hid his 'alter ego' from Alice. It was a nice apartment. It was filled with modern little gadgets though some of which were just bizarre to her. The kitchen and living room in one big space the walls painted a crisp white and the floor of pure black marble that was speckled with silver and grey. The bathroom had a Jacuzzi bath that could fit around 6 people in it no problem. The bathroom covered in powder blue and the floor tiles a shade of blue that reminded her of the ink you get in fountain pens. She padded into the bedroom enjoying the softness of it. This was her favorite room by far. The walls were painted a rich ruby red and the thick plush carpet as dark as coal. It has a large wardrobe that matched the floor and a beautiful king sized canopy bed. The bed had a worn black iron frame that was woven into fluid curls connected by little metal flower buds which twined itself around the bed posts. The bed sheets were soft and silky a lovely dark shade of red, the canopy feather light and a soft grey color hung across the top of the bed. It was a room fit for a clown princess. A harlequin princess in fact. But not a prince of crime. Even here where they lived the Joker was disappearing. There were no crumpled pieces of paper covered in purple scribbles which had half made plans to torment B-man. There were no little yellow smiley faced bombs that were filled with laughing gas littering the place. No bright green and dark purple suits lining the wardrobe. No vibrant grease paint littering the washing basin leaving colored marks along the pale surface. Her puddin' was fading. The only thing she had left of him was his switch blade. She kept it in her bedside draw with her news cuttings of their pictures in the paper. She was sick of what was happening. All because Katherine after all these years had to come back. Taking Mista J away using his daughter as bait. He needs to remember what he has...
Joker POV
He help on to the prettily wrapped present Alice had given him, being careful that it didn't get knocked on anything on his way. He opened the door to the blank white canvas of the apartment a brilliant smile plastered on his face. He wanders in kicking off his shoes and carefully sets down the present on the table by the front door. He looked around the living room kitchen combined room. Seeing no sign of his perky Harliquin. She must be taking a nap he though and padded quietly into the bedroom as to not disturb his slumbering love. But he was greeted by another Harley-less room. He frowns. "Harley?" No answer. Then he noticed a creamy white piece of paper tucked underneath his switchblade resting on the deep red sheets of the bed. He picked up the blade feeling its familiar weight before placing it on the bedside table and plucking up the roughly folded piece of paper. Had she gone shopping? He flipped it open and read the messy curling red writing;
I can't take this no more. Your never around anymore and the pudding I knew is fading away, you always with your wife and your daughter. You've forgotten me...you even forgotten about Bat brains! You gonna have to choose...
Its me or them.
