JokerxHarley The Returning Past Chapter Seven
Harley POV
What? Mista J is a father? Oh I wanted to be the only one to have his kid. Oh she could see it now. They have a son. Puddin' would love a little him to share his scheme's with. He'd look just like him too. He'd have his warm syrupy brown eyes, rich dark hair, his shaped face and his slim 'd have Mista J's little quirks. The way his voice catched slightly when he got excited. His sharp little giggles. His fondness of blowing things up and- wait? How did she know? Oh no... "Your the mother." she said her little pink lips forming a small 'o'.
Katherine POV
She looked at Harley and nodded. "Yes and I'm Jack's wife... technically...anyway. We never divorced." She told Harley how she ran from Jack, her kind Jack, after he had cuts his beautiful face at the lips. She remembered vividly how crimson reb blood ran from the corners of his lips living thin trails down his his neck. He did it because of her scar. It had scared her. She also told her how she gained money but was hazy. Rich men. She got enough to help Jack repair his scarred lips. She looked at Jack. He hadn't moved.
Joker POV
A daughter. He, The Joker, The Clown Prince of Crime, had a daughter. From his knowledge she'd have to be... 15 maybe 16? He felt a slight spark in his chest. He turned to Katherine. "Do...do you have a picture of her? he asked his voice wobbled slightly. Katherine nodded and pulled a rectangular picture from her pocket handing it too his shaking palm. He took it and peered at the photo. The picture was recent. The paper felt fresh the ink slightly moist. The picture unmarked. The girl in picture was sat in a garden. She wore a strapless sky blue sundress the breastline embroided with white daisies. Her sleek copper hair tumbled in slight waves,like his, from under a white sunhat the brim a similar blue to the dress. Her mouth was open in a smile aimed at the camera it showed everyone of her pearly white teeth. What really caught his eyes were her eyes. A piercing dark forest green. Oh my... he thought as he felt warmth he didnt feel often well in his chest. Love. His little girl. He looked up at Katherine a small smile on his face. "Can I see her?" he asked slipping the picture into his pocket. Katherine smiled and nodded. "Its why I'm here."
Harley POV
Katherine...is his wife? She had heard him ask "you wanna know how I got these scars?" to his victims. His story was always about his wife. Who left him. After that act of kindness. She always though she'd have good sense not to come looking for Mista J. She was wrong.