Sorry to keep you waiting so long, I was sick and wasn't in the ideal mood to write. But, I wrote you a long one to make up for it.
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Harley stared at the red light. She managed to stop her crying. Harley didn't feel anything, only the pain inside. The light turned green and her heart sank a little more. Part of her wanted him to drive after her, part of her never wanted to see his face again. She drove into a gas station and put the car into park. She sat in the silent car. The only sound was the sound of her sharp breathing. More tears rolled out of her eyes.
Suddenly there was a gentle knock on the car window. She looked through blurry eyes. She rolled the window down and blinked back her tears.
"Are you okay, ma'am?" The gentle, harsh voice asked through the foggy hair. His voice made her even though it reminded her of the man who watched while her heart broke.
She wiped the tears and put on a fake smile. "Never better."
He handed her an icecream cone. "You look like you need it."
"And who might I be thanking for this?" She asked with a questionable tone. She couldn't see the man but knew a name would be helpful.
The man seemed to think for a minute. "Jack." He answered with a dark tone.
It took an uncomfortable amount of time for the figure to answer her.
"Jack…" Harley waited for the man say his last name.
"Em… Would you look at the time," he grinned "gotta go." The man rushed off without another word into the darkness. Harley watched the man drag his feet on the concrete. He skidded around the corner and slipped into the dark fog.
She turned on the engine and pulled the car out of the gas station. After what felt like hours, she pulled into the hidden parking lot and stopped the car. She could only imagine the trouble she would get into, stealing Harvey's car and leaving him with no way to come after her. She opened the door and closing it, walked up to the door. She prepared herself for the worst and opened the door.
The Joker found himself alone. He told everyone to leave since he had 'shit to handle'. He pulled out a long white shirt that had been in a box labeled, 'Harley's Things.' It was supposed to go with them but he kept the box just to have something of hers in case he 'needed' it. He laid the shirt across the bed. He stared at the shirt remembering how much she loved little things in life. He remembered how her face lit up as she smiled, how her hair looked more radiant with a smile on her face. He smiled at the thought of her, when he was suddenly interrupted by his phone buzzing on the bedside table.
He picked up the phone and read the text from Harvey, "Hey boss, Harley isn't doing too well. I can try to cheer her up but it doesn't look like she wants anything.. except for you."
He stared at the words. He glanced over at the clock. It was almost 1 am. He texted Harvey back, "let her sleep it out. Tomorrow, put a smile on her face, If you don't I'll carve one into it."
Harvey read the text and shivered in fear. "Sure thing boss."
The Joker fell asleep being reminded of the painful truth of what he had done to the Brooklyn blonde. She didn't deserve it and he knew it. He was ready to take responsibility, something he didn't do very often.
Harley rose from her slumber a smile dawned on her face. She hadn't had a good night's sleep in a few days. She sprung up from bed and bounced downstairs. She slipped down the hall to the kitchen and pulled a coffee cup out of the kitchen cabinet. Right as she lifted the lid she realized what had happened the night before. Her eyes teared up, then she blinked them away. Stop. She knew it didn't have to be that way. Harley took a step forward steadying herself.
Harvey stepped into the kitchen breathing the sweet air that smelt of bitter coffee. He walked around the the pantry and opened it searching for something to fulfill his hunger. He dragged his fingers along the box labels and turned to Harley.
"Pasta?" He asked in a hopeful tone.
"Pasta at 9am?" Harley responded turning to him grinning.
"Pasta is good for you Miss Quinn." He glared at her.
"Pasta it is." She smiled.
He pulled a pan up onto the stove.
"So… What happened last night, Harley?" Harvey didn't like to ask questions especially if they involved the personal life of the royal clowns.
"Nothing to be worried about Harv." She hesitated at his question.
Harvey poured the box of spaghetti into the boiling water. "Okay."
Half of Harley wanted Harvey to keep asking her until she told him. The other side just wanted to be left alone. Thankfully, she didn't have to live out the horrible night again.
A while after Harvey poured the pasta into a giant sifter in the sink.
Harvey sat down with a bowl of pasta he handed a bowl to her.
They ate in silence not wanting to bring up anything uncomfortable.
"Uhm.. So, I thought maybe we could get out today and do something?" Harvey said trying to break the awkward silence.
"Like what?" She said staring into space.
He cleared his throat. "What do you want to do?"
She sat contemplating. The one thing Harley wanted to do was paint the town red. Sadly, her favorite play date was playing with fire. A devious giggle escaped her lips, lingering in the air. Her head snapped back while she laughed hysterically.
"Harvey, lets have a blood party." A grin played on her face for an uncomfortable amount of time.
Harvey laughed with unease. "You su-sure do know how to have a.. g-good time." He plastered a smile on his 'two faces'.
The Joker sat in his office. Empty stomach, empty emotions, empty soul. There was always one thing
that had never been empty, his mind. He tapped his fingers on his forehead. The images in his head plastered in blurry lines.
Sometimes he would sit in complete darkness, but it usually wouldn't last very long due to Harley barging in screaming something about straining. He didn't care much for emotions, mostly because he hadn't thought they existed in him. The real definition of emotion is, 'a natural instinctive state of mind deriving from one's circumstances, mood, or relationships with others.' The Joker's definition of emotion is, 'the way people assume you feel based off of your expressions.' Needless to say The Joker didn't care for much at all.
He placed his hands on the stone cold floor lifting himself up. He guided himself through the darkness of the room. He opened the door steadily, his eyes adjusting to the light in the hallway. He groaned and squinted as he walked downstairs to the kitchen. He swung the kitchen door open. Most days he didn't feel like eating, much like today, he was never in the mood. The Joker sat at the island listening to the voices in his head spontaneously agreeing or disagreeing with his thoughts. The Jokers phone buzzed on the tabletop. He picked it up and read it while a giant grin immediately spread across his face.
Harley pulled her hair up into two ponytails splitting her blue tips from her pink. The night sky shimmered with stars wrapping around the atmosphere. A woman from The Joker's club knocked on the door. Harvey opened the door greeting the woman with a smile.
"Hel-" He was cut off when she walked away looking for Bella.
"I'm here to take care of the child," she sighed "not to converse with you Harvey." She abruptly walked away.
Harley walked downstairs and swung the door open. "Harvey if we don't leave now we'll run out of time." She said, her smile turning into a frown.
He cleared his throat and turned, "Yes Miss Quinn." He did a double take and stared at Bella. She waved at him and frowned as he walked out of the doorway.
Harley jumped into Harvey's car staring at the different gauges.
He turned on the car and stared up at the sky. The car abruptly pulled out and drove out into the night. Harley rolled down the window and laughed as the wind streamed through her hair the blue strands floating in the air and pulling them back. Something shiny caught her eye in the rear view mirror. A purple car was following closely behind. She closed her eyes and thought she was seeing things. Her eyes traveled down to her legs the color of her skin still shining brightly in the darkness. Harvey sped up and drifted around the corner covering the gloomy Gotham streets in dust. The car came to a halt behind a probable warehouse.
A garage opened, and they stepped inside of the darkness. The garage closed and Harvey turned on the lights. Guns filled the cluttered walls, everything from light machine guns, to pistols, to daggers. There were green boxes with pass codes on them that were labeled things like botulinum and snake venom. There was one box that was black with diamonds outlining it, the box was labeled, J-J. The box had a fingerprint scanner on it that blinked blue every 5 seconds. Harley walked over to the box while Harvey stared at the guns trying to figure out which to use. She looked down at the box running her fingers over the diamond lining.
"Harvey.." She said, without turning to face him.
"Yes Miss Quinn?"
"What does J-J mean?"
Harvey stood waiting for her to realize.
"Joker Juice." He responded, baffled that she didn't know.
She stared blankly at him. "Huh?"
"Ehm.. Ya' know, Joker Toxin… Joker Venom?" He stared discreetly at her.
She walked away from the box. She didn't know what 'Joker Toxin' was but she wasn't in the mood to find out. The Joker didn't like to tell her things about work, mostly because she would want to get involved. She walked up to a gun that she thought was interesting, and picked it up. It was heavy and had, 'HAHAHAHA' carved into the side.
"MK16? Don't you think that's a little much?" A familiar voice approached from the darkness.
Harley's face suddenly grew dark. She watched as The Joker appeared from the open door on the side of the garage. She held the gun up weakly pointing it at him.
"Do it." He taunted her like an animal.
Her head began to spin and she pulled the trigger.
"Silly girl, you don't think I would put a loaded gun on the wall, would you?" His laugh echoed around the garage.
She whimpered.
He shot Harvey a look and he slipped out of the room without Harley knowing. The Joker stepped closer pulling his ivory revolver out of his gun holster under his suit. He pointed it at Harley whilst she tried to stay calm. He pulled the barrel to the side flashing the bullets. The gun was fully loaded. The Joker grinned as he stepped closer. He gently pulled her hand up and placed the gun between her fingers. He suddenly frowned.
"Here's your chance Harley." He tried to keep his voice steady.
She pulled the gun up to his heart. There was a shine in her eyes that stayed for an unbearable amount of time. She stared into his eyes.
"I want your heart to break just like mine did."
The tears that built up suddenly crashed down her face.
Her eyes scanned his face searching for something, anything. She pushed the gun into his chest. "You don't love me." She said.
The truth is he did. His face grew into something she'd never seen before, The Joker felt her words dig into him. He felt pain. His face grew red, not out of anger but out of distress. He really did love her.
And in that moment Harley found what she was looking for. Sympathy. Her heart stopped.
"Do it." He said with agony in his voice. Harley dropped the gun and pulled her hands up to her face. She stepped into his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. The Joker had a feeling in his stomach that she hadn't forgave him. It was going to take a lot more than a hug. But The Joker held her in his arms as if she would disappear if he let go.
Several minutes passed and Harvey stepped back into the room. She had been a crying mess, but for once he hadn't hit her. Harvey was relieved when he saw Harley untouched. The Joker looked down at his skin tight dress shirt, that was covered in smeared mascara. The Joker stepped up the the wall of guns.
"Here we go." He purred as he pulled an MP7.
Harley giggled. She picked up a steel bad from off the floor in the corner of the garage.
The Joker smirked, "Ready to put on a show, baby?"
She laughed like a maniac. "As long as I get a standing ovation from my number one fan."
The garage door opened, Harvey stayed watching the clowns prance around like a bunch of, well, clowns. The garage door closed and Harvey sat in the dark room full of guns.
Harley giggled while The Joker spun her around and pulled her up to him. She stared up into his eyes, and her breathing quickened. He laughed and spun her again. Suddenly she felt like she was falling. His hand traveled around her body and he dipped her. Suddenly his lips crashed into hers. He urgently traveled his tongue around her lips. She moaned into the kiss, her mouth parting, allowing his tongue to take all of her breath. She tasted like cherries and bubble gum, her sweet perfume flooding his senses. Joker lifted her up and pulled away from her lips. Harley whimpered at the cold air consuming her lips. He pulled her arms around her body and scoped out the places around them.
The Joker pointed at a movie theater. "I wonder if that new movie came out. What's it called, massacre?" Their laughter echoed throughout Gotham as they traveled slowly towards the movie theater.
I am awfully sorry to keep you waiting forever. It feels like it's been years since I've felt like writing, but I really do hope you like this chapter. Please please please do not hesitate to leave a review. I love seeing how you feel about the story.
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