JokerxHarley The Returning Past The Good Ending.

Joker POV

Your never around anymore.

Had he been neglecting her that much? He let himself think about the past few days. He could only remember seeing Alice most of that time and some days Katherine. The only time he remembered seeing Harley was when he woke up in the morning and she was still sleeping. The golden thread of her hair splayed out across the pillow like a halo around her head. That was the only time. And she wasn't even awake. Of course he'd been neglecting her. He was a fool.

The puddin' I knew is fading away.

Fading away? He wasn't fading away...Was he? Not really. He was still here. He got up and walked into the powder blue bathroom and stared at the man who stared at him through the glass framed mirror. The man had dark mahogany hair that was messy from being out in the wind. His skin was a pale shade of peach. Blemishless. Scarless. He was dressed in a dark green t-shirt. He looked like a young man. A few year out of his teens. This man was him. A shrived shell of what used to be. A man that was a mere mortal who dressed like a teen. Not the raging prince of chaos who dress so vividly and dared to tango with the Dark Knight of Gotham. He clutched the edges of the skin looking down into it. He felt feelings he hadn't felt for so long begin to bubble like boiling lava inside him. Anger. Disgust. Regret. What had become of him? He looked up at his reflection once more this time he almost sneered at it roughly wiping the back of his hands across his lips dragging back the ridiculous make up to reveal his pucker pink scars that stretch raggedly from the corners of his mouth. He gave his reflection a cunning grin before tugging his phone from his pocket. A child-like laughter echoed from his scarred lips. Time to bring back the Clown Prince of Crime.

Harley POV

She looked around the dimming lair that belonged to Poison Ivy. The setting sun casting pale orange light into the dark room in thick streaks. Harley pulled the pale green blanket around her tighter. Looking at the exotic flowers that laced their ways up the walls and across the ceilings in colors of dusky pink, sun ripe orange and vibrant purple. Ivy had left Harley to go and steal some rare plant that was being sent from Gotham to someplace in England. So Harley had time to let herself mop without being scolded by Ivy. She was so miserable without Mista J! She felt deflated and down right depressed. The Joker completed her. He was her Ying to her yang. The day to her night. The light in her darkness. She felt her eyes well up with tears and chased them away with the fraying edge of her blanket. Oh Mista J. Then Harley heard footsteps outside the door of Red's place. The she heard a familiar knock at the door. Three very quick,sharp raps against the door followed by one more loud tap. It was his knock. She threw the blanket off herself before tearing the door open to see him. Her puddin'. His familiar soft vibrant green hair was back laying in curling waves over his forehead. His face now covered haphazardly in his normal snow white, soot black and blood red grease paint. His beautiful scars now blossomed like red vines from the corners of his equally red lips. Harley felt her heart thud heavily against her chest. Oh he was even dressed the way he used to! Wearing his vivid purple and green suit that Harley loved seeing him in. Harley felt her lip tremble and her legs wobble weakly. "Mista J!" she cried out running into his arms wrapping her arms around his chest pulling him tightly too her burying her face into his chest. Smelling his warm heady scent. The familiar spicy scent. He was back. Mista J was back.

Joker POV

He held her tightly in his arms knowing he'd never want to let go again.

You've forgotten me...

Forgotten her? How could he have been so blind as to forget her! The warmth of her tiny body in the circle of his arms. Her flawless pale skin. The shining gold of her soft hair. Her stunning baby blue eyes that were framed with thick black lashes. Her soft and gently smile that was always planted on her voluminous lips. He took in her syrupy sweet smell. Strawberry gum and sugary taffy. How could her have ever forgotten her? She was his darling Harlequin. His Harley Girl. His love. He tilted her face up from where it was buried against the soft purple velvet of his jacket. Cupping her soft pale cheeks in his bare hands. Letting his fingers trance against her delicate milky skin. He stared into her cornflower blue eyes that shone from tears that where now running cross his pale fingers and down her slowly reddening cheeks. "I Love You Harley" he murmured softly. Pulling her soft pink lips to his. He kissed her gently letting their lips dance slowly together. He would catch her bottom lips between his gently nipping it before continuing their slow dance. He felt the inside of his chest flutter. Like a butterfly that had been set free.

Its me or them.

Harley I chose you.