In which the Joker is angry at Harley for no reason.
Warning: There will be abuse, and explicit language. Do not read if you are easily triggered.
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I swung the front door of our house wide open, a huge grin on my face as I happily skipped inside, swinging my bat a little bit. I scanned the living room to see whether or not Mr. J was there, which he wasn't.
I shrugged, throwing my bat onto the couch before walking over to the kitchen, grabbing a cup to drink some water. That's when I heard footsteps coming from the stairs, and then soon enough I saw the Joker standing at the doorway for the kitchen, arms crossed with his eyebrows furrowed. "Hiya, Puddin'." I said cheerily, ignoring his state as I chugged my water.
He growled in response, making me roll my eyes. "What happened?" I asked, pretty much already knowing the answer to that question.
"Nothing that concerns you." He said, taking a step towards me. "Where were you?" He asked, as I set the cup down.
I giggled, biting my lip. "Nothing that concerns you." I said, mocking him.
He raised his non-existent eyebrows, shaking his head slightly. "Don't do that. Tell me where you were."
"I just went out for a stroll, I swear. Jeez, why are you so grumpy today?" I asked, starting to get annoyed at him. He's always like this, it's horrible.
"Don't push it, Harls." He growled, clearly starting to get set off. I don't exactly want him to go all crazy on me, but at the same time I do like being cheeky every now and again.
"I didn't kill anyone today." I said, leaning against the counter.
He let out a large sigh, running a hand through his hair. "And what to you want? A gold star?"
"Ugh, whatever." I said, getting tired of his little game. I walked past him, ready to go up the stairs and get some sleep, until I heard him run after me, grabbing my arm and turning me back towards him roughly.
"Excuse me? Did I ever say you're allowed to turn your back on me, missy?" He said, looking at me with harsh eyes, gripping onto my arm tightly, which hurt immensly.
"Mr. J, stop it, you're hurting me!" I said, looking at his grip. His fingers with turning even more white than it already was from how strong it was.
He suddenly backhanded me with his other hand, but still holding onto my arm."And I don't give a shit. Answer my question."
"Argh! No, you never said I can do that!" I said, tears coating my eyes. My cheek stung from the backhand, but I didn't want to touch it.
He shook his head, finally letting go of my arm. "You are such a bratty girl sometimes, you know that?"
I scoffed, crossing my arms. "Yeah, the only girl who can deal with your bipolar ass! Go fuck yourself." I turned around once more, this time fast walking away from him, but he was still chasing me. I ran up the steps, half walking half running into the bedroom, slamming the door shut before hearing it open once more.
"Don't you fucking walk away from me!" He yelled, slamming the door behind him, making me go into our bathroom, slamming that door, as well as locking it so he wouldn't be able to get in. I collapsed onto the ground, putting my head in my hands as I sobbed, listening to the pounding on the other side of the door.
"Open the door, you fucking bitch!" He said, pounding on it. "Sooner or later I'll get in, and you're gonna regret doing this so much." He said, laughing. "Come on!" He yelled angrily after a little bit, kicking the door once, making me jump.
"Just stop it, Mr. J! Give up! Leave me alone!" I yelled back at him, but my voice making it obvious that I was crying.
Suddenly the pounding stopped, making my heart stop. He slid down to the floor as well, making me understand that we are face to face, only the door being right in the middle of us.
"Shh, shh, baby girl. You need me right now. Let me hold you. I promise I won't do anything to you." He whispered, sending shivers down my spine.
I was about to give in, but I shook my head, letting out a choked sob. "No, Mr. J. I won't let you control me this time. I know exactly what you're planning on doing. You're planning on getting me weak-"
"Shut the fuck up. Shut it, once and for all, before I fucking kill you." He said in a growl, making my eyes go wide.
I was right.
Soon enough, we were both quiet. I curled myself into little ball on the cold bathroom floor, now not having enough tears to cry so I just laid there with my eyes closed, feeling the need to have someone hold me, but I knew that that would be a stupid thing to do.
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My eyes flew open as I realized I was asleep. I looked around the bathroom, seeing everything in place and the door still there, standing, surprisingly. I expected him to take that door down or something.
I sighed, standing up. I looked in the mirror, seeing a small bruise formed on my cheek, as well as a bruise on my arm where he gripped me. I looked at the clock that was hanging on the wall, seeing that I've been asleep for an hour and a half. Hopefully he's cooled down.
I carefully unlocked the door, opened it, and walked out. When I did though, I saw him sitting on our bed. He was looking straight at me, as if he was there the whole time, just waiting for me to come out.
"Look who decided to show up." He said, patting the spot beside him. He seemed like he was slightly better, so I decided to walk over to him. "C'mere." He said, motioning for me to sit beside him, so I did.
He put a hand on my face, thumb tracing over my bruise. "How's that feeling?" He asked, and I shrugged.
"It's okay." I said, confused as to how he is acting right now.
He lightly kissed my cheek, picking me up and placing me on his lap. "Why don't we go to sleep, hmm? We can deal with whatever this was in the morning. I'm tired."
"O-okay." I said, and at that moment I knew that he wasn't going to do anything else to me. Maybe when we wake up, making a day after, but for now, this was his way of apologizing. And honestly, I'll take it.
We changed into our pajamas, turned off the lights and went to bed. My head was on his bare chest and his arm was tightly wrapped around my shoulders. I feel safe right now, even though this was the person that has hurt me many, many times before. Both emotionally, and physically.
But this is what i signed up for when I fell in love with the Joker, and I'll have to put up with it.
I cuddled into his embrace, slightly opening my eyes to look up at him, seeing a small smile on his face. I smiled at that, closing my eyes once more.
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Hey guys!
Hope you liked this chapter. It wasn't like "Woah this is super intense, he's beating her up like crazy" or whatever, but I think it shows a pretty accurate description of their relationship.
Twisted and hella weird.
Anyways, don't forget to comment, vote, and share! I love reading everyone's comments, they always make my day better!
Also I'm about to go to a job interview in an hour. Pray for me, babes!
-N
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