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Prompt: Joker gets hurt.

It's just a scratch.

Harley yawned as she stretched out on the living room couch, it was past midnight and she was stuck inside wearing one of Joker's shirts, a pair of sweatpants, her favorite fuzzy socks and her platinum curls resting around her shoulders. She boredly flicked through the tv channels looking for something to watch, with Joker out on business the club wasn't open and because it was an important meeting she was made to stay at the penthouse where she wouldn't be a distraction, she stopped flicking through channels when she found an old horror movie.

First commercial break she got up and turned out all the lights except one of the kitchen counter lights, grabbed a few blankets and pillows, an arm full of grape sodas and an arm full of snacks before laying in the pile of blankets and pillows on the floor watching the movie. The movie was starting to get good, good and scary enough that Harley had abandoned her snacks in favors of holding the blankets tighter around her, when the door suddenly opened making her scream and jump to her feet grabbing the first thing that could be a weapon, even if that did happen to be a full can of soda, but lowered it hearing a familiar growl.

"Puddin'! Ya scared the sausages outta me! How'd things-"

Another growl it this one was forced.

"Shut up Harl, daddy isn't in the mood for your chatter."

Harley quickly snapped her mouth closed watching as he turned on the lights making her blink at the brightness. Once her eyes cleared they widened seeing his shirt soaked in blood and his hand clutching his side as he tore the kitchen apart looking for something.

"You're hurt Mr. J!"

He gave a sarcasm dipped laugh.

"Oh really? I hadn't noticed, it's just a scratch now where's that damned first aid kit?!"

Harley hurried into the kitchen and took the little kit from its place going to him as he slumped into one of the stools by the counter. After removing his shirt and and she examined the wound then looked back up at him.

"That's awful deep puddin', it's gonna need stitches, want me ta have Johnny get the doc?"

Joker growled shaking his head.

"Just patch it up before I pass out."

Harley nodded and dug in the kit for a second before taking out a pre-threaded needle and worked quickly sewing up the gash with practiced ease before slathering on antibiotic gel then bandaging it up.

"There all done puddin'! Guess this means you'll be takin' it easy for a while huh?"

Joker scoffed getting to his feet.

"I can't afford to take it easy, not when there are still deals to do, suckers to con and the Batman to take care of."

Harley put the first aid kit back watching him as he started for the door but had to stop leaning on the counter holding his side making her sigh and go to him placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Come on Mr. J, let's get you laid down so ya don't rip the stitches."

Joker huffed but let her lead him to the master bedroom and lay on the bed, she smiled kissing his cheek before disappearing from the room coming back with some pain killers and water.

"Here these'll help."

Joker took the pills and swallowed them dry before taking a drink from the glass then handing it back letting his head fall back against the headboard and his eyes close. Harley set the glass on the night stand before sitting on the edge of the bed gently running her fingers through his hair.

"What happened, I thought it was just a simple meeting?"

Joker leaned into her touch giving a sound like a growled purr making her smile.

"It was, we gained a whole new supply of weaponry to support a small military base, but as we were comin' back to the city I decided I was gonna do some window shoppin' and maybe find my queen a little gift but as I was grabbing that little gift the Bat decided to crash the fun! He came barging in and knocks me around but as always I slipped away until I realized he'd sliced me open with one of his stupid little toys."

Harley gave a sympathetic pout.

"That rotten ol' rat with wings! I hope ya made him pay for hurtin' ya puddin'!"

Joker laughed gently pinching her cheek making her smile.

"You bet I did kitten."

Harley giggled kissing his cheek.

"Ya need anythin' puddin'?"

Joker thought for a moment then smiled pulling her into his lap making her giggle but be mindful of his side as she rested her hands on his chest.

"I can think of somethin' I want."

Harley rolled her eyes but kissed him putting as he traced his tongue over her lip until she opened them letting him deepen the kiss as she pressed against him breaking the kiss to giggle as his hands gently but firmly grabbed her thighs. After stealing another quick kiss she removed herself standing beside the bed.

"Sorry puddin' but ya gotta get some rest so ya can heal up all nice."

Joker growled at her.

"Harley come back here before daddy gets mad."

Harley shook her head smirking.

"No."

Joker leered at her.

"What did you just tell me?!"

Harley put her hands on her hips.

"I said no, N-O no."

She giggled as it looked like Joker was ready to bust a blood vessel before she went to her side of the bed laying down gently resting her head on his chest. She felt him growl but slowly relax as he ran his fingers through her hair and eventually her breathing evened out making her smile before she let herself fall asleep.