Story: These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends

*In chapter 4 when Harley had her nightmare and ended up jumping out of J'a bedroom window but he saved her just in time, this is what happened after that moment.

Mad Love

Harleen clung to him, her body shaking violently, her lungs tightening with sobs, bile rising in her throat.

"Harley?" He asked worriedly, his own body shaking from anxiety a little.

She just shakes her head, not able to talk.

If he hadn't have saved her, if he had been a second late, he knew he'd have to get one of his guys to get her crumpled up body out of the back yard the next morning.

He couldn't think of what he'd do. Raise hell . . . Cry. He didn't want to admit it, but he would suffer immensely if he lost her at this point. It only took a short time for her to become a part of him and vice versa. He hated her for it. As much as he hated himself for it. He wasn't going to lose her. He couldn't. He shouldn't. And He wouldn't. He was determined.

The thought makes him squeeze her tighter, walking to the bed.

Her back hits the mattress, and she doesn't let him up, wrapping her legs around him instead, crying into the crook of his neck, clinging to him with everything she had. He held some of his weight on his arm beside her head so he wouldn't crush her, but it was as if she wanted him to.

After several minutes, he pried away from her, crouching between her knees, pulling her up into a sitting position, so she faced him.

"Harleen," he wiped her tears. "What'd you dream about, huh?" He brushes her hair behind her ear and she put her hands over her face, sobbing even harder. He gently grasped her wrists in his hands. "What's got ya so wound up, baby?" He moves closer, his forehead resting against hers.

"I can't tell you. You . . . You'll be angry." She cries harder.

"I won't. Kinda hard to be mad when you're cryin' like that." He wipes the tears from her jaw with his thumbs.

She smiles a little for a split second, shaking her head before hugging him again.

"Let's get you to bed, okay?" He pulled away, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She crawls up the bed to her side, getting under the covers and He follows, sitting against the head board.

She curled up by him, but didn't try to touch him or anything. He frowned a little bit.

"Harley?" He asked gently and she looked up at him. "I'm not gonna get mad if you need physical comfort . . . " He tells her. " . . . I'm not gonna shove you away or anything." He assures her and she just cries again, coming closer to wrap her arm around his hips, her head resting on his thigh. His hand goes to her hair, gently running through it.

"You told me to jump." Her voice rings through the room and he furrow his brows, looking down at her. "We were at Arkham. You asked me if I'd do anything for you, and you wanted me to jump out the window. I did. That's when I woke up." She says it almost robotically, shock settling in. "I'm sorry." She chokes out.

"You're not in trouble, Harley." He replies quietly. "You just get some sleep, Daddy's not angry with you."

She listened, her eyes blinking slower and slower until sleep found her.

itsjunnetho: glad you liked it, you got lucky with that one:)

RoyalFlushGang: Thank you so much hahaha. And most of these that make you wonder why I didn't put it in, simply because these popped into my head randomly and I either wrote them down or put them in my phone and then wrote them down later and then I forgot that I had them. And I laughed at your innuendo, we're both perverts. I've learned to accept it.

ZileRacer: same:) and Most of these that make you wonder why I didn't put it in, simply because these popped into my head randomly and I either wrote them down or put them in my phone and then wrote them down later and then I forgot that I had them.

Pricee: Thank you so much! I'm so glad you like these and I know right? They have to put the deleted scenes on the DVD or something.

Guest: I wrote the last one down after remembering he actually skinned a man alive in the comics in a strip club and it seemed fitting—had to add it in here, hahaha. Joker looked pissed the fuck off when Harley was on Common's character. That was his and Harley's intention though—simply make him be careful what he wished for. Joker and Harley are the definition of Manipulation at its finest.

UnaverageWriterFreak: Thank you so much, I'm glad you're liking these! I'm glad I finally have enough time on my hands to share them.