Harley heard the door open then close as the Joker returned. She quickly wiped away the last of her tears, hoping her eyes weren't noticeably red from crying. He may be her one and only puddin', but Harley never let anyone see her cry if she could help it.
"Harley?" the Joker asked, surprised that she would be here at this hour.
"They killed Boomerang," she said, answering a slew of questions before they could be asked. "They…they came to take us back to Belle Reve, and they killed him,"
A dark looked crossed the Joker's face. "Who's they," he asked, "And where were you attacked?"
"Amanda Waller's team, at the lounge between Fifth and Kennington," Harley got up from her seated position and hugged the Joker. She couldn't get the images from earlier out of her head. Perhaps if she held onto her man long enough…
…But the Joker pulled away, a scheme already cooking up in the dark recesses of his mind.
"Can't you hold me a little longer?"
"No," the Joker said flatly. "We can't have that team walking around like they own Gotham. Have they forgotten who the king and queen are of this town?" He stormed out of the room, mumbling something about outsiders having no respect, leaving Harley alone once gain.
Harley quietly sat down and wrapped her arms around herself. Maybe if she held on tightly, she could keep herself from falling apart.
[Author note: While I have an outline for the remainder of the "Her Dreams, His Reality" series, I have been working on other projects as of late. I also apologize for turning off my Private Messaging, but as some of you may have experienced there seem to be un-wanted messages that go around every once in a while, so I figure it's best to avoid any uncomfortable situations before they happen. Thank you for understanding and happy writing and reading to all!]
[Update: The final story in this series is "The Spark of Sanity"]