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She remembered him suggesting “For old times sakes?” and she remembered how she lifted a skeptical eyebrow before leaning towards him and crashing her mouth to his. The rest of the night was a mix of twisted sheets and lipstick stains. The memories of her pulling his green locks, eliciting those oh so rough groans that she hadn’t heard in so long came rushing back when she woke up on the familiar bed.
His arm was draped over her middle. She trailed her fingers down to his hand and touched his scraped knuckles, gliding her fingers over his elegant ones. She then suddenly grabbed his hand and detangled herself from his loose grip, shoving his hand to his chest. She sat up in the bed causing him to stir in the process. He noticed how angry she was all of a sudden how that weed had ruined her . He studied her scrunched up face, eyebrows knitted together in worry and anger, eyes focused on something in the distance and those plump lips forming that famous pout. She avoided his gaze, seeing him would only make her feel more guilty. He curled a pale finger around one of her locks and played with it. She whipped her head to face him when she felt him tug on the hair wrapped around his finger.
He looked at her under his eyelashes and asked, “Why so sour, doll?” She turned her head away from him again, her arms crossed like a child. He smiles to himself thinking how pretty she looks when she's angry. One of the many reasons he loves driving her mad.
“We should not have done that.” She says still not making eye contact with him. He sits up in the bed and patiently waits for her to make her case. “I- You were drunk and-“ at that, he grabs her face in his hand turning her head to face him. “I wasn’t drunk Harley.” He says squeezing her face, his gaze falls down to her squeezed lips for a moment and trails back to her eyes. “I wasn’t drunk one bit last night.” He lets go of her face and combs it through his messy hair. He kept looking down at the sheet for a few minutes while she watched him. What now? She silently pleaded for him to answer her, to take away all her worries and just hold her again. He turned to face her. He looked young she noted. Better than how she’d seen him recently. She got closer to him and put her hand on his cheek. She looked into his mismatched eyes. She gave a small laugh which he cocked an eyebrow at. “You think it’s funny?”
“A little.” She giggled and he smiled at her. “I like it.” She said while gazing into his purple eye.
His long pointy nose touched her button-like one. She tilted her head. With her hand on his cheek, she guided his face closer to hers. He could almost feel her lips when they both jumped at the loud slam of a door. He saw Harley look at him with a confused face but he had no idea who had entered the hideout either. He reached over to the nightstand to grab his gun when he heard a loud voice call “JOKER!” His eyes widened at that voice and he hissed under his breath. “Shit.”
He turned towards Harley to see her confused face replaced with an angry one. This could not have happened at a worse time. From the corner of his eye, he could see Harley getting out of bed and collecting clothes from the ground. He heard the voice call again “God damn it!” He growled punching the pillow. He heard the footsteps get closer and he got out of bed. He saw Harley had put on his shirt from last night and was now putting on his purple jacket.
She saw him giving her a confused look and she smiled a cruel smile “What? I might as well have fun with that bitch.” He smiled at that and opened his closet to take out a robe. “Hey, Joker!” She called as she knocked on the door. “What?!” Joker yelled back at her as he buttoned his shirt. “You were going to give me a job?” She answered from the other side of the door. As he turned around towards the door he saw Harley had already reached it and before he could stop her she opened the door, greeting the woman in just his shirt and jacket.
He saw the utter shock on the woman’s face as she took in the sight of him and Harley. Harley stepped out of the door and closed the door halfway. “Yeaaah, Mistah J’s a little busy right now. He’ll get back to ya soon. Or never!” She chirped and closed the door in her face. Walking back towards the Joker. Watching him fail to stifle his giggles. The door was opened by Punchline as she entered the room. She saw Harley wrap his arms around the Joker’s neck and they could see the woman was fuming. Joker then started in a loud voice, “AHEM! Haven’t you heard of knocking?!”
Taken aback by his unexpected anger she stuttered,
“I- I thought th-“
“You thought ha? Well I didn’t hire you to think did I?” He tested her.
“I thought you did?!”
“Well if you thought enough you’d know to stay out of the room when I tell you to.” He said. “Oh, I’m sorry last time I checked I wasn’t your pet! Unlike her!” Punchline pointed at Harley. Harley gasped and threw her hand over her heart dramatically.
“Well, apparently you’re dumb enough to think you can talk to her like that.” He strode towards her.
“Why are you all of a sudden defending her?! I thought you were done with her!” When no response came she continued, “I thought, I was-“ she was cut off by the screeching laughter of the man she was talking to.
“What? You thought... you were my... girlfriend?” He said in between laughs. He then approached her as he kept on giggling to himself. Punchline’s face was red with anger and she was trying way too hard to hide her disappointment. His hand didn’t reach for his pocket to retrieve a knife. Everyone knew knives were used when things were more personal. He wanted her to know how worthless she was. “Look.. kid.” He held up his gun. “Nobody likes a replacement, more than the original.” and to his surprise, she didn’t try to dodge the bullet when it hit her in the stomache. She fell to the ground clutching the wound. “ROCCO!” Joker yelled and in a few seconds a henchman came, not bothered by the dying woman on the ground he asked, “Yes Sir?”
“Clean up this mess. Oh, and take her to the basement and chain her up ok?”
“Yes Sir.” Rocco said and picked the woman up and headed downstairs. Joker closed the door and looked at Harley who was sitting on the bed giggling to herself. “What?” He said smiling and sat next to her on the bed. “You like the original better ha?”
“Well, I do like the original Harley Quinn much better but I think I can play with this one for the time being.”
She sighed and he laughed at her reaction.
“Well if it makes you happy, I’ve been thinking of cutting my hair short again.”
“Classy.” He said while tangling both his hands in her long blonde hair. He combed down to the dyed tips and wrinkled his nose and tried to untangle his hands from them as soon as possible. “Ow ow ow” she said and held his hands then slowly slid them out of her hair.
“See, sometimes you just gotta take it nice and slow.” She still held his hands. He leaned closer giggling and whispered in her ear, “That’s not what you said last night.” She laughed at that and he joined her. When their giggling came to an end he leaned and held her smiling face.
“Besides, how can I not miss that smile?”