Hola,

Sorry all but this chapter is going to reaaaaaallllyyy boring, it's more of a kind of filler chapter and a Harley emotion chapter rather than action and sexy clowns. ;D

However it is still Harley packed so yay!

Lots of love

Nessa

xoxo

Chapter 9

This whole week felt like it was one constant flow of ignoring the two people in my life that made things good and bad simultaneously. J had sent her three bunches of flowers and a whole lot of chocolate, each card reciting some crappy poem about being sorry.

Pam or Ivy as Harley now addressed her had been doing pretty much the same but instead of flowers, plants that would help her black eye heal and wine instead of chocolate. Those two apologizing meant for a lot of nights in luxury for Harley on her week away from Arkham.

Harley woke up on the Thursday with the hope that maybe today would be the day that both of them gave up on the ridiculous pursuit of her forgiveness. Alas there was no lucky and she opened the door to yet another bottle of wine from Ivy, it was expensive stuff to. Ironic that the thing that had gotten her into this trouble in the first place was her one solace in the world. To put it lightly she had been moping, she didn't leave the house at all and all of her stuff delivered to her, it was too easy for one of them to get hold of her if she was in the real world. The first two days she spent wondering what she did to deserve the joker lashing out at her so violently, she knew that reacted badly a lot of the time but she didn't know that he had it in him to hurt her.

As for Ivy, she really didn't know why she was so pissed off. She had only known this girl for two days and yet she made such a massive impact. Perhaps it was because she had been the first girl to show her suck kindness in such a long time, or perhaps it was because she could spot Harley's feelings for J a mile away. Whatever it was she had trusted Pam and then she was lied to by Ivy, she felt as if her whole life was a mess.

Ex-fiancé of Bruce Wayne, most allegeable bachelor in all of Gotham city had fallen of the bandwagon and was stupidly in love with a killer clown. Not only had she fucked up and done the one thing a psychiatrist should never do; fall in love with a patient, but she also got herself mixed up with Poison Ivy. Somehow befriending the one woman who made men shake in their boots. She was a magnet for trouble.

Around twelve Harley heard the shuffle of feet outside her door and sighed, her gift from J had arrived then. She dragged herself to her feet and sluggishly walked to the door, not at all excited for her present. She looked down as soon as she opened the door and saw something she did not expect to see. The small, soft, plush toy she had given J was sitting there proudly, a bow around its neck and a car attached to the ribbon. She picked it up cautiously and realized that it smelt like him, the musky scent of mint and gunpowder he never seemed the shake, even after being in the asylum for so long.

Harley turned the note over as saw the familiar scribble that was J's writing, no poetic piece was scripted onto the page this time though, only one simple, very un-romantic sentence graced it pages.

Return this to me when you've stopped being a little baby.

-J

Fucking baby? Fuck off J. Harley thought bitterly and lobbed the piece of fabric across the room, angered and excited all at once. She knew that had been a challenge, a call to battle so to speak but she wasn't going to bite. She would never give him the satisfaction of knowing he has her in his control. She stubbornly sat back down and tried to enjoy the afternoon television she had been watching.

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Later that day Harley was deciding what she wanted for dinner when the voice of her ex-fiancé came on the television, advertising some new product that Wayne enterprises was bringing out to secure homes from unwanted intruders. Harley entertained the thought of getting one before deciding that J would probably find a way to disarm it and Ivy… well she'd smash it.

Harley sighed, knowing that no matter what she wasn't getting out of this one easily. She tried to keep her mind off the annoying clown and even more infuriating flower queen but she just couldn't seem to shake the annoyance she held at them both. How dare Pam lie to her, even she had been a stranger she had called Harley her best friend, didn't that mean she had an obligation to tell her these things? Frighteningly, Harley noticed she wasn't actually scared that her new friend was a super villain that the bat had tried to catch on multiple occasions, just pissed that she didn't tell her.

As for J, well he was majorly in her bad books, telling his staff who she was with an obvious photo or else how would they know. Calling her his when he had no reason too, they hadn't even shared a hug goddamn it. And then the fucking abuse he had bestowed upon her. He was damn lucky he could still fucking write let alone be obnoxious enough to challenger her. Infuriating court jester.

Harley angrily chopped carrots and grumbled to herself, annoyed that she was letting a pair of hyped up criminals get on her nerves this much. She waited for her vegetable soup to simmer and began to snack on the chocolates that the joker had sent to her in apology. Although she didn't accept it she still was not about to let good, in fact very good, chocolate go to waste just for the principal of it, she wasn't that petty.

She sat down and ate her soup, tearing off pieces of bread and dipping it in the bowl as she thought about what work would be like when she got back. Would she still have the joker as a patient? Would he have been moved to blackgait? She hoped not. Even if she hated him she still wanted to cure him, just to prove everyone wrong that she couldn't cure the truly insane. She knew she could stop him being a danger to everyone, or at least die trying.

She curled up in her bed that night and stared at the ceiling, letting her thoughts wonder to her happier times with J, the day he made her laugh so hard her sides split. The time that he told her the story about the puppy that ran into a glass door, and he had put a bandage on its nose. Could someone so considerate, someone who begs for forgiveness so thoroughly, really be evil?

She hoped not.

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