Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving and is ready for Christmas and New Year's slowly approaching. I will try and continue updating my stories as much as I can. But with the holiday nearing work has gotten harder, more exhausting so please continue to bare with me.
(HARLEY POV)
Did it surprise me that J didn't come home? Not at all given how he was so concerned now with this so called fucking wife. Ugg, it still made me so fucking mad that this woman was even alive, let alone that Mista J now seemed bent on learning about her. Not that she gave him the time of day, hell she didn't seem to like either of us which had me hoping the woman told him to fuck off. Maybe then he'd back off and come back to me seeing as the moment I even said or did one thing against her it would be my ass.
It made me shiver to think how easily he'd pointed that gun at me, cocked and ready to fire. I just couldn't believe he was picking her over me, even if she was his wife. Supposedly at least. All too weird her being alive, yet she had no clue about who J was, though granted he wasn't Joker back then, but still. One would think something about him would have given to her memories. Shaking my head I exhaled before leaning back in the tub where I was soaking and closed my eyes, hoping the nice hot bath would help me relax at least for a little while.
Perhaps, just perhaps Johnny was right, but I still didn't like how much J was suddenly all about this woman. He wasn't that man anymore why was did he care so much about her? About something he'd lost so long ago?
Sinking further into the still hot water, I leave just the top of my head showing while allowing the heat from the water to surround me more. It was usually relaxing, but my mind wondering wasn't helping me enjoy this at all and I inwardly growled barely hearing a knock before pulling my head up more. Certainly wasn't Joker, he'd of just walked in so that left one of his guys and I had a feeling it was Johnny before a voice penetrated the silence.
"Harley?" Came Johnny's unmistakable voice and I groaned at my solitude being interrupted.
"Yes, Johnny what do you want? I'm taking a bath to try and relax." Praying that would make him leave and not sure if I kept the annoyance from my voice or not, as if she truly cared if she had or hadn't. But Johnny and she had been on the same page earlier with this situation and now after his little speech, she wasn't too sure where they stood.
"Sorry was only checking on you." His voice broke through once more before I could hear his footsteps retreating away. Typical, I have no doubt Mista J had him checking on me, to protect that precious wife of his. Ugg this was going to drive me absolutely nuts. Dropping my head back against the tub I sigh softly before pushing myself up and decide the bath is over and I need to get out and figure things out.
(JOKER POV)
I didn't feel like going back to the manor just yet, nor did I feel like or want to deal with Harley. Knowing full well the two of us were going to be going at it the moment I walked in the door. No, I was not going to be dealing with her at least not right now, so I instead chose to do some investigating into my wife, or at least that woman who was her spitting image.
First, by looking up footage from the club the day before curious if I could find out anything more. Though with her seeming to completely hate me, my trying to talk with her wasn't going to be easy, then again I never was one for anything that was too easy. Damn my own thoughts had me smirking a little as I located the security footage and started it playing back from right after the club opened. Wanting to see just what I could learn about this woman that might help me figure out how to approach her.
But I still couldn't figure out how she was even here, I had been told she was dead, there was a body so what the hell was going on? Unfortunately, I'd have to try and figure out who I needed to talk too and get answers, though I could possible hack the police files from that time and see if maybe someone was stupid enough to leave something about this. They were the ones I remember calling me, but something told me that it wasn't really them and everything I was shown was fake. Which only had my anger once again growing as I slammed my fist on the table, before turning my attention once again to the footage.
Finding when she first arrived, he watched closely not exactly sure how she was able to get by his guard, but it was no matter and he went on to footage inside. Pausing to watch the man as he approached biting back his own desire to smash the screen just seeing another touching his wife before he remembered and growled. "I really need to figure this out..." pausing as he switched off the video "before I go insane." And he couldn't help the sudden laugh that echoed through the room at his own words. Clearly, he was already insane.