FIVE
The streets of Gotham were unusually dark, it was like even the city knew that taking Harley back to Joker was a monumental mistake but what could I do? The crazy bitch really thought he wanted her back, even though he hadn't even come back for her at Arkham. A normal person would have seen the signs but then Harley wasn't really normal, was she?
I mean, she used to be but clearly not anymore. Now she was some nutcase with an obsession, I don't know who would turn out to be more dangerous; Joker or Harley herself!
"He's gonna be so happy to see me, Red!" She squealed excitedly.
I fought the urge to hit her, to shake her and tell her to stop being so fucking stupid but I bit my tongue and continued to drive towards Joker's club.
Harley clapped her hands together excitedly.
"I can't wait to see him, Red!"
My knuckles turned white on the steering wheel and I picked up speed. Suddenly, I wanted to be as far away from her and her delusional brain as possible.
Thankfully, I came to an abrupt stop just outside the club and looked at her.
"Ok, we're here. Bye."
She looked at me with a slight frown on her face.
"You're not coming in with me?"
"Afraid not."
"But Mr J will definitely wanna give you a reward for returning me to him."
I raised an eyebrow.
"1, no he wont and 2, I'm not interested in any reward he has to offer."
Harley's face fell even more and I looked away with a sigh.
"Look, I got you back here against my own judgement so just...just go."
Harley paused for a second then got out the car, closing the door behind her.
She then bent to lean on the door and look at me.
"We're still friends...right, Red?"
I still couldn't look at her.
"Sure, Harls. We're still friends." I muttered, not believing a word of it myself.
Then I drove away before she could say anything more...
Once I was back home, Frank my house plant, decided he had a lot to stay.
"And why couldn't I meet Harley?"
"She was vulnerable. I didn't want her thinking that if she wanted to stay here with me, that she'd be imposing because you're here."
"But she didn't want to stay." Frank pointed out for no reason whatsoever.
I sighed and lent against the kitchen counter.
"I know..."
"That's a good thing, right? I mean you hate humans!"
I spun around, fixing Frank with a hard glare.
"I don't hate... all of them."
My glare didn't deter him, not one bit.
"Ohhh, you mean you don't hate her."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well I'm just saying that you're friends, right?"
"Hm hm."
"And you like her but no other humans?"
"Yep."
"So what I'm saying is that you hate everyone but Harley."
I shrugged.
"I guess so."
There was a slight pause and I knew Frank was thinking, which meant he was coming up with assumptions and probably some crazy ass ideas of his own.
"Unless..."
I clapped a hand to my head and squeezed my eyes shut.
"Oh for fuck's sake-"
"You really, really like Harley."
"Yeah. I do. As a friend."
"Are you sure? Cause sometimes the way you talk about her-"
"Frank? Just leave it, okay? I don't want to hear about her anymore. She's gone back to the Clown dickhead of Gotham and that's that."
"She still thinks you're friends though, doesn't she?"
"Yes, she does."
"And you're not?"
I sighed. I wasn't in the mood for this and suddenly and I just wanted to go to bed and not have to think about Frank, his questions or Harley at all.
"I'm going to bed."
"But we're talking."
"No. You're talking, I'm listening and I'm done with this conversation. Goodnight, Frank."
"Yeah but Harley-"
"I said goodnight, Frank!" I shouted and then slammed the door to my bedroom.
Silence.
That's better.
A/N: short but next one will be longer and I'll try to upload more very soon.