Author: yorkielover123456789 PM
What happens when one impulse leads to another? What happens when the favorite jester goes to the most unsuspected person for help? When a bat's 'friend' goes missing? Most of all, what will happen when a clown prince realizes he just might need her? Please, R&R- The story is more better than the summary, after all. ;Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Adventure - Harley Quinn & The Joker - Chapters: 5 - Words: 9,411 - Reviews: 15 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 16 - Updated: 12-09-12 - Published: 07-05-12 - id: 8291012
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How strange… It appears that I have actually got some inspiration around here!
Now, this story goes out to one of my favorite relatives… Because honestly, when I thought this up in the middle of the night, I had no intention of putting this on the Internet.
Ah, isn't that swell? Disclaimer, care to start?
Disclaimer: Please...-sputters- We own nothing but the plotline. Characters, settings- All of it belongs to DC, the entirety of this story, from chapter 1 to however long it may be, we own nothing. Okay?
Thank you. Also, just a word, I DO realize this may be slightly ooc- I have never written a story with this genre of characters, so just give me a heads up review to point me back on track- And, I promise it gets a lot better.
NOTE: Slight language at the end. Sorry!
"Oh, it'll be jus' perfect!" Harley Quinn squealed with joy loudly to the phone as she carefully arranged all the food around on the scratched dining table to perfection.
She had spent the entire day arranging the food for her and her special Mistah J. Glass plates with random types of smiling food, green food, even rainbow food- It was all there. Not to mention, more importantly, the giant cake Harley had dedicated most of her time to. Green and purple on one side, black and red on the other. She could not wait for him to come home, but there was no room for mistakes here. It all had to be perfection and to Harley's delight, it was. Sure, they were in an abandoned house that was full of kiddy stains, scratches and whatnot, but it was theirs. And all that mattered at the moment was just how perfect it will be.
"Harley, you do realize you're wasting your time, right? Please say you do." Her best friend, Ivy, had responded through the receiver, hoping that for once Harley would admit to it. "You should just leave, Harley, and maybe get your own place. Please." Ivy's tone was soft but frustrated on the inside. After two hours on how great a guy is and how perfect Harley's birthday dinner would be with him, let alone out of all guys, it's the Joker... Well, it was a bit hard for Ivy not to be upset with Harley's poor choice.
"Red, relax. It'll all be just perfect! I mean, Mistah J is comin' home from his second big robbery, we are in a brand-new hideout, it's my birthday-" Harley's chipper tone was dampened once more by Ivy trying to speak. The famous harlequin finally finished re-arranging for the fifth time and hurried towards the bathroom as Red spoke quickly, her frustration and agitation beginning to appear in her voice.
"And he probably forgot. Again. Har-" Ivy's tone grew more agitated and stronger as she tried to re-iterate her point.
"Ivy, why can't you just be happy for me? Just today?" Harley replied, suddenly hurt. "When you grow new plants, I don't try ruining your day by saying they're gunna die-It was once- No, Red, I don't mean- You know what? FINE!" Harley suddenly pitched the phone across the room, willing for it to break.
Damn Nokias, Harley grumbled in her head as she turned on the light and studied herself in the dusty mirror.
She just finished putting on a nice, new, long crimson dress (That Ivy gave her today. But jus' 'cuz Red gave me it, doesn't mean a girl can't wear what's nice, right?), along with simple black jewelry. To complete it and make it more special then usual, she applied a little makeup. However, before she decided to put on her face-paint instead, a door swung open and she could hear the familiar footsteps already.
"Oh, shoot!" Harley muttered, before taking her hair out of her ponytails and rushing to the door, dropping her face-paint on the counter.
"HAAARLEY!" A very familiar voice hollered, already near the table.
Ohhh, I hope he didn't see the food yet. Harley thought nervously, fixing her hair and fidgeting a bit as she quickly hurried back out of the puny bathroom.
"Uh, yes Puddin'?" Harley spoke through her teeth, grinning widely as she posed, leaning on the counter, flashing her brightest smile at her adorin' Puddin'. She thought he looked perfect in his long violet tailcoat and messy green hair.
Her Puddin' stared at the table in enragement, before glancing at her. Then oddly enough, his bright green eyes darkened once more. He dropped two enormous duffel bags, and he motioned towards the table, his pale hand just touching the bright-colored cake that stood in the center, amongst other interesting, colorful things.
"What is this… monstrosity doing on the table? In fact," He growled, before turning to look at all the dishes splayed out on the table. "What in the world did you do? Now, where am I supposed to put the latest and greatest of my inventions and heists?" He pointed distinctly towards the large, conspicuous navy bags. "Nothing is more important than these bags and now they have to go the room instead!"
Harley's smile faded a bit as she suddenly bit her lip, staring at him with her enormous crystal blue eyes, trying to look into his, at first playfully. However, when he didn't meet her gaze, her eyes widened as her eyes searched for his stare.
"Nothing?" Harley whispered, her eyes twinkling and her perky smile falling completely now, still trying to get closer.
"Nothing." Mistah J replied indifferently, not even meeting her glance as he turned his head, not a trace of emotion in sight.
She looked downwards for a minute, before she put another smile on, trying hard not to break out a fight. She touched his shoulder gently before looking at all the food, excitement flooding back, the hurt flying out of the way. After all, this was supposed to be the best day ever.
"But uh, see Puddin' I made us a surprise! That's your favorite, you said, and this is all the food." Harley added, feeling ecstatic when he turned his head, his glassy green eyes giving her a look of utter disbelief. As her voice grew happy once more, his eyes darkened onto a muddy green, his eyes closing into slits somewhat. She dropped her pitch of voice and tried to sound more calm as she dreamily spoke, "Because today is-"
"Darling?" He stepped closer to her, giving her a wide, pleasant smile as well as a sugary sweet tone, but his eyes were colder than ever as they glared.
"Yes, Puddin'?" Her voice shook, but she was ever so still. He's just messing with me, there's no reason for him to be mad..
"Why aren't you wearing the outfit Daddy bought you?" His voice suddenly took on a dark turn, the sugar dripping into poison.
"Oh, well uh, Red gave me this and I thought you wou-" She twirled her hair nervously and grinned a small smile as her eyes innocuously bore into his, pleading for him to smile.
"Well, you thought wrong. It is disgusting and hideous. I spend all this time buying you your pretty costume that hides your fac-"
"But Puddin', you didn't buy that outfit, I did." Harley interrupted, confusion overcoming her stunning features.
All of a sudden, the Joker slapped her across the face. Hard.
"Now, why would you interrupt me? If you don't want to be with me, you should just say so! There are plenty of other business partners that could probably play the part better, anyhow!" The Joker began smiling when he saw Harley tearing up, "You know how angry that makes me, after all..."
"But Puddin'-" She tried to explain, but this was all going horribly wrong. Why wouldn't he believe her?
The Joker suddenly slammed his foot into Harley, "I SAID DON'T INTERRUPT ME!" His expression changed, growing calmer before he bent over and whispered in her ear, "Now you certainly haven't been behaving. You are being ridiculous and pathetic. " He swiped the food clear off the counter, all of it crashing onto the floor, amongst the dishes, laughing as he does it.
"Puddin', I just wanted to make you happy." Harley responded, the tears streaming down her face, holding her knees as she propped herself against the wall.
"Well, that is the absolute last thing you did. And you know how much I hate to frown…" He spoke, his voice dripping until he suddenly pulled her up, and shoved her away. "Now, clean this up, while I go and work on the new plan?" He grabbed her chin while he said this, smiling a big twisted grin. Harley wiped her tears away and tried to smile again softly.
Just try, and try again. It's not me, it's work. She insisted to herself, pulling her back up straight as she walked towards him.
"What are you working on, Puddin?" Harley asked, trying to lighten the mood, as she finished cleaning her tears and put her hand on his cheek lightly.
Mistah J gave her a look and twisted her hand before launching her against the door, roaring loudly.
"What have I said about CALLING ME PUDDIN?" He roared. "You have not been good, at all, Harley. And right now, you've made me frown and ruined my day. And what have I said about making me frown?" With a menacing snarl, he began to walk closer his hands growing into fist.
Harley gulped as he suddenly approached her, bracing herself but trying not to show it. His eyes growing small and a demented smile growing on his face, his hair falling in his eyes as he winded back his fist.
When he was done, he simply turned around and left the bloody mess known as Harley as he said, "I'll be in my study, I expect the bags to be in the room."
Tears poured down her face silently as she cleaned up. While she threw the mess in the garbage, she thought to herself in a moping voice.
Red was right…
Harley eventually finished and strolled into their room, dropping the bags on the brightly colored bed when Red's words suddenly trailed into her head as she wept on her side, her hair falling into her face. The room was quite small, but it was simple. Harley had a nightstand with all of their photos on it together and The Joker had a plain wooden, empty nightstand with a simple book. What was in the book, she would never know. The room was decorated by Harley, with a scarlet rug and green pillows and photos, a pile of bags and clothes and weapons from their previous expeditions laying in a corner of the room. She flopped onto the bed, embracing the fluffy covers that hugged her back. I could use a real hug right now.
You should just leave. Red's words echoed to her lightly as Harley sniffled into the purple blanket, clutching her hands around the soft material.
"No... no I can't!" Harley said angrily at first although grabbing a large amount of clothes and stuck it in a dark green bag with her teardrops spilling over on the covers.
"What am I doing?" Harley suddenly stopped and threw the bag across the room, her face scrunched up and her eyebrows furrowed before she suddenly shook her head and put her hands on against her head. "I can't leave my precious Mistah J! He does love me, after all."
No, he doesn't. A voice in her head suddenly fired back furiously. It sounded so familiar- However, she couldn't even remember where or who it was from but she did NOT want to be bagged on now. She pulled her hair with a frustrated growl as she jumped back on the bed.
"That's not true!" Harley desperately shot back, clutching a pillow as she chucked the bag away from her, "He's just..." Her voice paused as she slowly continued, "...different."
If so, why did he forget your birthday for a second time? The voice snapped back, however in a soft kind of tone.
Harley remained silent as she began to brush her hair with her fingers, "He loves me, I know it. He just has a funny way of showing it." Harley bit her lip again as she said this, with a low tone and a sniffle.
That would be exactly why he threw you across the room for making a surprise, huh? It shot out again.
Harley twitched her eye and in an infuriated cry, "I know he loves me, you don't have to believe me!" tears began to brim over and fall more and more heavier sob.
"HAAARLEY!" A furious voice suddenly yelled. Harley suddenly glared at the door, not making a sound, before also looking at the green bag she threw back in the corner.
Just do it Harley. You can always change your mind. The voice pleaded, Harley's eyebrows became furrowed and her heart started to beat louder, her tears still falling.
"And I can always come back?" Harley whispered, her voice small.
Of course. If you want to, but you don't have to. You might not even want to! Think about it. Having your own name in the papers. No one would call you an idiot ever again. You could get declared sane, too! The voice dreamily spoke with an honest, serious undertone playing.
Harley walked to the door. She could never recall feeling so torn. She needed time to think. She wanted time to think.
You only have this one moment, the voice whispered.
"HAARLEY!" The door down the hall flung open and footsteps stomped to her room, booming against the floor as they came closer.
But she didn't have the time she wanted.
Her hand slowly turned the lock, stalling, as her complexion paling and her eyes wandering to the bag and the nightstand, back and forth indecisively.
It's now or never, Harley. It firmly spoke.
She didn't move. She couldn't move.
Besides, it's not like he doesn't want you too. Didn't he kick you out last week, never to come again? The voice taunted.
Harley bit her lip harshly, her expression falling as she snatched the army-green bag silently, trying to fill herself with numbness.
Good, Harley. Now let's just get out of here, you can do it. The voice had coaxed her with a calm, easy but firm voice. Harley turned to look at the room, for one last time, smiling melancholy as she slid the window open.
Something had caught her eye though and Harley felt an anger rushing to bite the bittersweetness. She snatched the two large items with her other hand and put one leg out and sighed softly as she glanced at the photos one last time and her home. Now, her old home.
The door was banged harshly, with a voice screaming to open the door. The door wouldn't hold up for much longer, and her goodbye could only last so long.
"Goodbye, Mistah J. I'll be back for Bud and Lou." She spoke softly, tears welling as she slipped out and shut the window, running as fast as she could, never looking back, ever.
With her, she took the dark forest green bag up her arm.
And the navy duffel bags on her other arm.
Payback's a bitch, the voice said, smiling.
Alrighty, so here you have it, the first chapter! I promise there is more to come and a lot more. Also, I apologize for cutting out the fight- It's just I really felt like it hurt to write more. So what will happen? Viewers, read and review please and I hope you enjoyed! Until we meet again, see ya!