JokerxHarley The Returning Past Chapter Five
Joker POV
He was sat where he'd been the whole time. On the purple silk sheets of his bed. Waiting for Katherine, she had gone to pick up some stuff for him. Why she still had them was well...beyond him. Why had he agreed to this? Changing who he was now to who he once was? He knew the answer. He wanted to bury the hatchet. To finally cast of Jack. The old him. Katherine came back in with a small bag. She dropped the bag on the bed gesturing to the Joker to open it. He pulls out a pair of jeans, a shirt, dark shoes and a blazer jacket. He also found a bottle of dye remover in the bag. He rolls the bottles smooth shape in his palm. "Why?" he asked Katherine. His signiture green hair. "Only if you want to Jack" Katherine said softly. The Joker's only reply was to tell Katherine to sit with his little pumpkin in the living room.
Katherine POV
She leaves the bedroom opening the scratched green and purple door which lead to the living room. As she closed the door she saw Harley's face sore red marks under her eye, the eyes themselfs reddening. Pathetic she opens her mouth to say a snide comment but what came out her mouth was something different." Don't cry Harley." she said softly it made her sick being nice to Jack's toy but it would earn her brownie points. She ungracefully flopped down beside Harley's curled up form. Her copper orange hair falling into her emerald eyes. She smoothed her hair down and settled her eyes on the TV. It showed Gotham News, about Batman. I still don't see the point in some silly masked man fightning crime. Katherine kept flittering her eyes between the bedroom door and the TV. "W-whats going on?" she asked with a faint hiccup. She answered with two little words. "You'll see."
Harley POV
I'll see? See what? What was going on? What had she this thin, beautiful, ginger women done? What was her beloved puddin doing? Looks from Katherine to the bedroom door. Mista J please don't change. Don't leave me...
Joker POV
The Joker stood infront of the long slightly cracked brass mirror in the corner of the bedroom, analysing himself. He was make-up less. No blood-red lips, paper white skin and pitch black eyes. His strong face was a faint peach, his normally black claded eyes a warm nutty brown flecked with gold. His lips a deep healthy pink with his scars lacing the corners. His normal vibrant green hair was now a natural chocolate brown filled with a mix of brown was wearing a pair of dark pointed shoes with black jeans which flattered his long thin legs. He wore a pale lilac shirt buttoned a few buttons short of the top under an unbuttoned jet black blazer which showed off his broad shoulders. It had been a long time since he had looked like this. 16 years to be exact... It felt alien to him dressed in such a way, yet was felt . He shook the though out of his head and took a deep breath. Time to shine he thought inside his head the words sounded a little bitter...why? He wander to the battered door that lead to the living room. Opened it and stepped through.