Chapter5: Silence

I'd tell you I miss you, but I don't know how
I've never heard silence quite this loud

(Taylor Swift – Story of us)

Hailey: You'll see, but I seriously like the way you think!

A/N: Hi guys, I realise I've taken almost a month to upload but things are crazy right now! Uni started and so on...well here you go :)

He hadn't blindfolded me this time as he speeded through Gotham's Night.

"What happened?"

"A robbery gone bad."

Johnny accelerated and drove over a red light and my heart jumped in my chest. But I couldn't tell if it was in a good or a bad way.

"Because of the police?"

"No." We left the town behind us and I realised I should have figured it out sooner: The Joker didn't live in Gotham City. He lived outside of it. "Some crazy lady group, I've never seen anything like it. Insane bitches." He was muttering to himself now, but I wasn't finished with my questions yet.

"And what happened?"

"Bitches started shooting."

"Shooting?!" I repeated, "Are you crazy? ! Why didn't you bring him to the hospital?!"

Johnny gave me a sidelong: You-serious-right-now-lady?- L-look and I blushed. Obviously the Joker couldn't go to a hospital.

"This is serious."

"I wouldn't have called you, if this was a joke." He thought about his words and then added: "No pun intended."

And suddenly I was laughing hysterically, because this situation was so crazy. Because I had wanted to see him all week, because I had longed for him physically, but I was also terrified of seeing him and now he was hurt and needed me.

"He was still conscious when I left." Johnny said casually. "I'm sure he's ok."

I stared out into the night and didn't answer. When we entered the large house it looked different from when I'd seen it the last time. It was tidy and clean and didn't look like it had been robbed.

"He's upstairs." Johnny explained, before I could ask and I hurried up.

It was the same room the woman had been inside. But this patient was hurt worse. I pulled my hair up quickly and hurried to his side.

He was unconscious and bleeding heavily. The shot was in his shoulder and he was bruised all over. He hadn't just been shot. He looked like he was the one who been robbed and attacked.

"What do you need?" Johnny stepped behind me.

"First aid kits. Lots of them. And something to keep him down. Can you tie him to the bed?"

He nodded and I realised I was really starting to like Johnny. If all his criminal friends were like this I could live with him

Harley! I told myself. You're not even dating him! Stop thinking about living with him!

But his penthouse was a nice difference to my one-room-apartment. If only he were a rich superhero, who saved people for a living and raised abandoned kittens as a hobby...

But where would the fun be in that? I was fed up lying to myself: I was in love with the Joker and his insanity was half of his charm.

Johnny returned with two young and frightened looking men who tied down his legs and left arm to the bed. He would probably be in pain. This way he couldn't escape.

I lifted him gently, turning him over slightly. The wound was through and through. That was something, at least I wouldn't have to search for the bullet inside his shoulder.

But I needed to clean this wound and get it closed quickly. Johnny and the two men brought me everything I needed and helped where they could. Although one of the younger ones looked like he was going to pass out any second.

The Joker stayed unconscious during most of my work. Every now and then he would groan or even growl from pain or discomfort and even though Johnny was in the room I would stroke his face, run my hand through his hair and make soothing sounds.

When he sighed: "Harley" I almost burst into tears, but we weren't alone, so I didn't. I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his warm head gently and wished more than anything in that moment that I knew his real name.

Mr. J didn't cut it anymore.

"Puddin'" I whispered the petname that was on my mind anyway and continued to stroke his green hair, "My poor Puddin'. You'll be ok again. I promise."

Johnny stood at the door, unmoving like the guards of the Queen of England and I supposed Mr. J was something of a King for him. But I didn't care that he was here. I had missed him too much to care. I slipped out of my shoes and lied down on top of his blanket, resting my head on the shoulder that wasn't hurt.

"Harley." He muttered as his arms embraced me.

"Puddin'" I sighed, before falling asleep.

When I awoke, it was still dark outside and he was gone. And my neck hurt. I sat up groaning and wondered for a moment, if I was in my own apartment and had dreamed the entire thing. But then I heard his voice:

"What the hell were you thinking?! What did I say?! I'm pretty sure I did not say get Dr. Quinzel! I remember saying I don't need a doctor!"

He sounded angry.

"Boss. You were bleeding an-"

"A fucking gunshot to the shoulder! That's nothing!"

I opened the door and stepped into the hallway, where he was busy yelling at one of the younger men, who was shaking all over with fear.

"Leave him alone!" I walked straight up to him, trying my best to be fearless. He had sighed my name for crying out loud!

"Oh Dr. Quinzel, how nice of you to join us!" His voice was dripping with sarcasm and there was a hatred burning in his eyes I hadn't seen before. But I didn't back away.

"Do you remember what I said about employees not doing as I say?" And suddenly he was holding a gun in his hand pointing it at the young, shaking man.

"Boss." It was Johnny, who finally came out of one the many rooms into the dark hallway, "He can't help it. It was my call. You needed help. I didn't know which doctor I was supposed to get."

"Any other Doctor!" The Joker shot at him and pointed his gun at Johnny. "You should have gotten a fucking psychologist, Johnny! Anyone but her! Now she knows where I live!" He sighed dramatically, rolling his head back and moving his shoulders, how he did that without feeling any pain, I didn't know.

"Johnny." He said softly, "You're the one who never messes up. You know better."

"Your life was on the line, boss." He said calmly even though the Joker was still pointing his gun at him.

"And you'd do anything for me, wouldn't you?" The clown teased, before turning around to me.

I'll admit: For a split second I honestly thought he was going to shoot me. But then he lowered the gun and glared at me in disgust.

"Johnny. Escort Dr. Quinzel home, now."

This just couldn't be happening. I had just saved his life! Or atleast...I'd prevented an infection.

"Are you seriously going to talk about me, as if I'm not here? I can hear you!"

Mr. J, my puddin, moved closer and I found myself pressed up against a wall, his body pressed against mine and his gun at my temple. My eyes bore into his blue ones and I could see nothing but rage in them.

"Feeling ignored, Dr. Quinzel?" He smiled his wicked, joyless and (because there was obviously something wrong with me his) ridiculously sexy smile.

"Stop calling me that." Call me Harley! I thought, I want to be your Harley again!

"Baby?" The voice that joined us was a high-pitched one. Somehow it didn't fit to this situation. And the looks to the voice didn't fit either. This girl was tall, blonde, wearing glasses...she reminded me of well...me.

What the hell was going on here?!

As if I had said this out loud the Joker pulled back his gun and chuckled: "Ah, Dr. Quinzel, meet my wonderful girlfriend... Marley! "

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

Obviously he wasn't. He went to this lame copy cat and kissed her passionately and loudly. While the two moaned into each others mouths I felt overwhelmed with tiredness. Seriously? I had gotten a cat and he had gotten...this? What was wrong with this guy?!

"Johnny!" He swung her into his arms and she squealed loudly, "Take Dr. Quinzel home. Marley and I want to be alone!"

She giggled and I was disgusted by the jealously rising up inside me. What was wrong with me?! I followed Johnny wordlessly, hoping more than anything for a good comeback. But what should I have said? I have a cat now? This was so pathetic!

Once inside the car I couldn't hold it together anymore and burst into tears loudly. I'd expected Mr. J's employee to just start the car, but he turned around to me and said in an almost apologetic tone:

"The Boss doesn't handle rejection so well."

I nodded and asked with a small sob: "And he doesn't give people second chances either, does he?"

He shook his head and we both heard the sound of a gun being fired from inside the house. He'd killed the boy. Johnny started the car and except for my sobbing we were wrapped into silence.

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