Harley's POV

The next morning, I woke up. To my surprise, Jack was still next to me. It was then that I remembered that we would be laying low for a while. Which meant that I got to have him all to myself when he wasn't planning. I turned over and watched him as he slept. He seemed just like any other man when asleep. Aside from the Glasgow smile, you wouldn't recognize him. His eyes opened slowly and focused on mine. He smiled and let out a small chuckle.

"Morning, creeper."

He greeted. I rolled my eyes and clicked my tongue.

"I am not a creeper. You just look so peaceful when you sleep."

I explained. He looked at me seriously for a while.

"Staaaaaalker."

He teased with a toothy grin. I giggled and hit his arm with my pillow. He sat up with a false expression of shock and outrage.

"Ohhh...So that's how we're gonna be this morning, huh, baby doll?"

He said with a smirk. I nodded my head and he tackled me down on the bed with a playful growl. He started to tickle the sides of my rib cage and I squealed in surprise.

"Nooo! P-Puddin'! Stoooop, that tickles! Ahh! Haha baby!"

I yelled, trying to get him to quit while I squirmed under his firm hold on me.

"What's that Harley girl? I can't hear what you're saying over your laughter!"

He lied with a grin still playing at his lips.

"Baaaaaabe! Stoooooop, please! I'm gonna pee!"

I screamed. He immediately ceased his tickle storm and looked at me, disappointed.

"Way to kill the mood, honey."

He joked. I rolled my eyes again.

"Hey, stop giving me sass, missy."

He scolded, pointing a finger at me. I bowed my head.

"Yes sir."

I pouted. He rolled his own eyes now and I smiled.

"Alright, sass master, what's for breakfast?"

He inquired, standing from the mess of purple and green bedding. I shrugged.

"Whatever you want I guess."

I said, yawning. I stretched and stood to my feet.

"Alright fine, how about banana pancakes?"

He suggested. I smiled as I watched him cross over to the bathroom before trotting down the stairs and into the kitchen. Jack came down the stairs as I got out the pancake mix along with some bananas. I rocked my hips side to side while I mixed the batter. I felt Jack's eyes on me.

"Whatcha starin' at?"

I asked with a giggle, not looking back at him.

"Property of Arkham."

He read aloud. I looked back at him, questioning his words. I looked down at the white letters printed across the pair of boyshorts.

"Oh, that. Yeah, I borrowed these while I was at Ivy's."

I told him. His brow furrowed.

"Ivy? Poison Ivy?"

He inquired, his tone was lethal. I turned carefully towards him.

"Y-Yes sir..."

I answered, fear in my voice. He stood from his seat at the table and walked over to me. I bit my lip. He stood tall over me, despite standing myself up as straight as I could. I peered up through my bangs, offered little protection from Jack's menacing glare.

"Promise me you'll stay away from her, Harley."

His voice was gentle, genuinely calm.

"Why? She's harmless."

I said cautiously. He frowned a bit.

"I know she wouldn't hurt you, Harley. But her and I just don't get along very well. She hates my guts."

He explained to me.

"Why does she hate you so much, puddin'?"

I asked. He looked back on it and sighed.

"I killed one of her precious babies a while back and she's had me at the top of her blacklist ever since."

He answered. I nodded.

"W-well...She's my only girl friend...Actually, she's my only friend..."

I said, turning back to the pancakes. I poured the batter into a skillet and readied my spatula.

"Aren't I your friend, Harley?"

Jack asked, sounding almost jealous.

"Don't be silly, puddin'. You're way more special than just a friend."

I laughed. This seemed to put him at ease.

"Yeah, I guess even you need girl time."

He sighed.

"You can see her every once and a while but, I really don't want her rubbing off on you."

He said. I smirked.

"Thanks, pud. And don't worry, she won't rub off on me."

I said, putting a plate of pancakes down in front of Jack.

"Thanks."

He said before attacking his food. I giggled to myself and made my own food now.

Later That Day...

I sat on the couch, watching crap TV and I was so bored. I looked up at Jack.

"Hey babe?"

I called.

"Mm..."

Jack acknowledge my voice as he read the paper.

"Wanna watch a movie? It makes me think of you and me."

I asked with a hopeful smile. He grumbled to himself and fell silent for a while.

"What movie?"

He inquired lazily.

"Ten Things I Hate About You?"

I said carefully. He put down the paper and frowned.

"I don't know if I like the sound of this movie...wait, didn't we see that on our first date or something?"

He asked. I looked back on it and smiled.

"Yes, it was our first date. You tried copping a feel that night I remember. You failed miserably."

I laughed. He scoffed.

"Did not! Besides I don't have to worry about that nowadays,"

He said straddling me on the couch.

"Cause now I can touch them whenever I want."

He bragged with a grin. He began to gently play with my breasts as if the they were toms of a drum kit. I looked at him impatiently, waiting for him to stop.

"You done yet?"

I asked. He smiled more and kissed me softly on the lips before laughing a bit.

"Maybe."

He mumbled, kissing me again with a slight pout. He kissed my nose and released me from his weight. I got up and put the movie in. I could feel him staring up my legs and his eyes rested on my butt. I wanted to slap him but I knew it was my own fault for wearing such short shorts.

"Knock it off."

I snapped back at him. He frowned.

"But Harrrrrleeeyyy...they're short as hell...I can't help it, s'your own fault for being so perfect."

He said with a grin and stomped his feet like a child throwing a tantrum in a joking manor to exaggerate his point. I rolled my baby-blues and pressed play. I shuffled back over to the sofa and Jack pulled me into his lap.

"Hey, silly goose, how am I supposed to watch the movie with my back to it?"

I asked, with a playful smile. He chuckled.

"You have your mirror don't you?"

He asked. I glared at the entire wall covered in mirror panels in front of me and it glared back.

"Yeah, but-"

"But nothin', baby girl. You can see it fine like that, besides, I love holding you like this..."

He murmured, nuzzling into my half exposed chest.

'Shoulda worn a T-shirt today...and jeans.'

I thought to myself.

"I don't get you..."

I huffed, exhausted.

"What do you mean, Harley girl?"

He questioned. I pulled out of his embrace and looked him in the eyes.

"I've been trying to evaluate you for months but...just when I think I have you all figured out, you switch to a new personality. Actually, there's a new one almost every month. This month is childish and flirtatious, dare I say, coquettish. Very loving too, accept for maybe when you have a bad day. I like this months personality a lot."

I said with a smile, kissing his check.

"Well, honeybun, maybe you should stop trying to evaluate me, and just love me. You'll have more fun if you learn to stop working so hard. All work and no play..."

He quipped.

"You're one to talk puddin', sometimes you work for days on end. Maybe we should both lighten up a bit, huh?"

I said with a grin. The commercials were over and the movie menu came up. I pressed play again and the familiar opening music played. I had watched this movie so many times I knew each line word for word.

"God, Heath Ledger is so hot."

I sighed, totally forgetting I was in Jack's lap. He slapped my ass hard and I moaned in pain and very slight pleasure but made a pout at him. He paused the movie and pulled me away from his chest to look at me. He wasn't happy.

"I'm right here, Harls..."

He said darkly, the words not matching his menacing tone. I swallowed hard then laughed at the silly thought of him being jealous.

"Don't tell me you're jealous now..."

I teased. His eyes narrowed. I clamped my hand over my mouth to hold in the giggle fit about to spill over. Once I calmed down, I kissed Jack tenderly.

"I only like him cause he looks a lot like you. You two could be brothers."

I told him. He sighed in irritation and folded his arms over his chest. I couldn't help but smile.

"Too cute, my prince."

I said, kissing his forehead. He exhaled his air into a stream to move a piece of hair that dangled in his face and continued to be mad.

"Aww, whatever, sourpuss."

I said, trying to maneuver out of his lap. He placed his hands on my shoulders and pulled me into a long, passionate kiss. We ended up kissing away most of the movie, but when it got to my favorite scene, I pulled away. Jack moaned in annoyance when I did this.

"Shh shh! This is my favorite part!"

I said, waving my hand excitedly. Finally, Kat, Julia Stiles character, spoke.

"I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair."

Jack's POV

The blonde on screen said dully. I looked at Harley, who sat fascinated my this moment of raw emotion. I'm sure she hates me...to an extent at least, for the hell I've put her through...for the pain I've caused her...Harley didn't notice me shift my attention to her.

"I hate you so much it makes me sick...it even makes me rhyme."

Harley mouthed along with the woman, her knees curled under her chin. I continued to stare at her as she followed the actress's every word. I pulled Harley back into my lap and groaned, annoyed that I interrupted her. I pulled her face close to mine, our noses almost touching. I just stared into her cerulean eyes as she kept on with her mouthing.

She finally let her voice slip out.

"Puddin'..."

She breathed. I inhaled sharply as parts of the poem being read out loud came into my memory.

"I hate it when you make me laugh,"

I said softly. Her eyes widened in surprise. Her eyes saddened a bit.

"I hate it when you're not around..."

I confessed slowly, closing my eyes.

"But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you..."

Harley finally said. My eyes snapped open in surprise.

"Not even a little bit?"

I inquired. She shook her head.

"Not even at all."

She whispered, kissing me softly. I was in shock...surely she must resent me...just a little?

"I love you so much..."

She whispered. I grinned.

"I know, sweetness."

I said.

Harley's POV

I smiled, knowing it was really hard for him to say he loved me. I didn't mind, I knew what he meant.

"You'd forget if I didn't tell you all the time, you know."

I mumbled.

"You're full of beans, baby. I know you love me, Harley."

He said with a small smile. I bit my lip.

"Do you love me too?"

I asked nervously. He looked at me for a long moment and I had to force down the urge to cry.

"Harley Baby...if I didn't, would I put up with you?"

He asked with a growing grin. I looked down and nuzzled into his shoulder.

"I know puddin', just feels nice to hear it sometimes..."

I sighed. I always seemed to get sleepy whenever I was emotionally drained and yawned.

Jack's POV

I felt a painful pinching in my chest and it was like the air had been knocked out of me.

"Puddin'..."

Harley said meekly.

"Yes?"

I whispered. The next words to slip out from her lips cut me like a knife. Never had I thought that she would ask me a question like that. I felt guilty as I tried to think of a good excuse, but there was none. How could explain something like that to her? She wouldn't understand, even if she tried.

"Why do you hit me?"

She asked. Her tone was completely curious, innocent. I closed my eyes tight and inhaled sharply. Why did I hit her...I don't know...Instinct? Habit? Temper? Yes, temper for sure. In fact, all of those things played a part in why I always hit her when she messed up too much. For once, I felt remorse for hurting her, for once, it...didn't seem right...

"I... I don't know...You know that I have a bad temper...That's the biggest part but, I guess it also has to do with...him."

"Jack, I...don't want you to think that...you're nothing like him, baby."

She said, piercing my heart with those pretty, pretty blue eyes. I gave a small side glance to the cut on her cheek. It made me feel sick to my stomach to think that I had done that to her. I pulled her into a tight hug.

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry, Harley..."

I whispered.

"It's okay baby. No matter what, I'll always love you, okay."

She said, pulling away.

Harley's POV

"I love you, Harley."

He said, pulling me into a deep kiss. I broke away, smiling.

"I know you do."

I replied, tracing his Glasgow smile.