Harley's Poolboy (Deadpool and Harley Quinn)

Scars

-Harley-

Oh my god. Joker just stabbed Deadpool. What the hell? I rushed forward not knowing what to do. Deadpool was on the floor groaning in pain. Oh god. I kneeled next to him and pulled the knife out of his stomach. I turned my body facing Joker. I threw the knife. It hit the doorframe next to his face. "What the hell? Why did you fucking stab him? Cause he needed something? That's bullshit J and you know it." I say standing up facing him.
"Don't you try to lecture me Harley" he yelled stepping closer to me "I do what I want"
"You can't just stab someone because they need something. Especially not in my house." I say through gritted teeth.
"Your house? This is not your house!" He says as he pushes me down. "This is my fucking house Quinn! You need to learn your damn place girl." He pulls me up by my hair. "If you care so much about his health why don't you go stitch up his wounds like the good little nurse you are."  He said turning and storming off. I turned around. No Deadpool. What the fuck? What the actual fuck? I feel a pair of hands grab my ass and I turn around. I was prepared to see Joker behind me. It was Deadpool.
"What the hell?"
"Hey baby." He said
"Oh my god. Why are you up? You just got stabbed. How are you even alive?"
He laughed and looked down at me. He grabbed my hand and put my hand in the whole of his suit "See? No wound"
He was right. All I felt was skin and the only cuts were the cuts of his abs.
"What? How?" I don't think I've ever been more confused in my life.
"Listen, Harley is it? I have regenerative healing. It's this great thing that makes it so I can't die. Ever. Joker likes having me here because it's good target practice for him." He said chuckling. "Honestly I didn't think you would fall for it. It was Jokes' idea" he turned around and walked down the hallway towards the living room. I followed him to see J sitting on the couch.
"You're an asshole" I say to J before he looks over at me. He laughed still watching the football game on TV.
"Ya well, you knew that before we started dating." he said smiling. Deadpool sat down next to him holding two beers. He handed one to Joker leaned back on the couch. He pulled his mask up.
"Oh my god.... What happened?" I say shocked looking at the scars on his face. He looked over at me. Apologizing he started fumbling with his mask trying to put it back on.
"No no you don't have to. This is a house of scars, we both have them." I say gesturing between Joker and I. Wade pulled his mask all the way off staring at me.
"Where are your scars Harley?" He said his eyes going up and down my body.

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-Deadpool-

Harley took a deep breath and looked over at Joker like she needed reassurance. He nodded and told her that it would be okay.

She started unbuttoning her shirt.
Are we dreaming?
I hope not.
She let the shirt drop off of her shoulders and onto the ground. She was standing in her underwear.
A red bra and what looked like a black thong.
Oh hell yes. She's a beauty.
Immediate boner.
I searched her beautiful body looking for any trace of a scar and didn't see anything, except for some small scars that were probably from her adventures with Joker. Okay, maybe I lingered on her chest more than I should have. But whatever.

She closed her eyes and gathered her hair up. Holding her hair she turned around. Her back was covered with scars. They looked like they were from a whip. She had more small scars. I turned and looked at Jokes. He had a hungry look in his eyes as he stared at her, he licked his lips and smiled. I could tell that her scars turned him on.
Honestly I agree with him.
Yeah her scars and her ass are really hot.
She turned back around with tears in her eyes. "I'm gonna go get dressed I'll be back." She said wiping tears out of her eyes.
"Harley" Joker and I said at the same time.
"Don't guys. I'm fine" she started walking away trying to hide the fact that she was crying.

"What was all that about?" I ask looking over at Jokes.
"She doesn't like her scars. They bring up memories. Memories of things she doesn't want to remember. She also hates that I like her scars. She won't let me talk to her about them. I want to tell her that her scars are part of the reason I fell for her, but she won't listen." He says not looking at me. He takes a swig of his beer and sighs. "I've learned that it's best to just leave her be. Don't ask questions Wade. If she wanted you to know how she got them she would have told you."

That was intense.
I don't think I've ever seen The Joker get so serious.