Please Don't Go

Chapter 1

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Harley's face jerked to the side as the Joker slapped her. The blow was so powerful that it sent the blonde flying against the nightstand besides their bed. The side of her head hit the sharp corner and a tremendous amount of pain consumed her whole body, letting her eyes blur from the impact. Blood ran down her temple, painting a red streak down her tear-stained cheek. The woman looked up, seeing on the alarm clock that it was only 11pm once her vision had finally cleared. She could hear his loud, thundering screams as he adressed the mistakes she had made to anger him so bad, but at this point, she was no longer listening. Harley only tried to focus on getting away from him and his viscous tactics. He knew exactly how to punish and break her, which is why she needed to get away from him for a few days until everything had calmed down and she could come back.

Harley stood up, leaning on the shaky nightstand to support herself. The Joker was pacing around their bedroom, venting about how she failed a simple task a third grader could do. But in all honesty, he asked her to detonate a bomb that was planted in one of his favourite cars by an unloyal goon of his. He was killed, of course, only because Harley ran out when the timer had only ten seconds left. Was it really that bad that she chose to save her own life over some expensive car? How much did she really mean to him?

"I-I'm sorry, mistah J." Harley apologised with a small whimper, cursing herself for apologising for saving her own life. This man could get any car he could wish for if he just gave the command, yet he still complained as this was one his "favourite."

"Sorry isn't going to get my car back you fool!" He snarled, storming towards her.

Harley instinctively raised her arms to shield her face, waiting for another round of beating to come in but instead, she felt nothing. No pain, no rough kicking to her abdomen - instead, the Joker stopped and looked at her with a thoughtful expression.

She let her hands fall loosely at her side, letting him think. "C-can I make it up to ya'? In any way, s-sir?" God, how she hated the way her voice sounded so tiny and terrified.

Snapping out of his thoughts, the Joker roughly grabbed her by one of her pigtails, earning a small squeaky "ow!" from the blonde as he dragged her down the stairs and threw her out of the door where the Hyena's usually slept: outside.

Harley landed face flat into the ground, her cheek scraping from the harsh gravel. She heard him yell, "You owe me a fortune! Don't even try coming back until you've got buckets full of every jewel in gotham city!" Then the door slamming shut.

Finally, she sat up and pressed her back against the cold brick wall, tucking in her legs and burying her head in her knees. Bud stood up from where he was laying and sniffed at her thigh, lapping up at the blood that was dripping from an open slash wound. From the Joker, of course. Harley flinched at the sensation of a wet, rough tongue lapping at her wound and swatted the Hyena away, who cowered. Realising what she's done, she let her shoulders sag as she invited the two Hyena's into an embrace.

"I'm sorry, babies. Mommy's having a rough night." The blonde apologised, holding back the small tremble in her voice. Her pets snuggled up close to her body to keep her warm in response. Harley's lips curved up at their kind gesture.

They stayed like that for a few minutes. The tears wouldn't come so it was pointless to try and force them out, so instead, Harley stood up, Bud and Lou shifting slightly in their sleep. It was time for her to go and find herself a place to stay the night, as it was December and snow covered the streets of Gotham city. Not only that, Harley only wore her crop top and booty shorts, nothing else to keep her warm. If she knocked and asked the Joker for a coat, he would probably cut up all her clothing and throw it out at her. Why? Because he had done that before.

So she ventured out on her own, using the back alleyway to maybe grab a cab and take a ride to the city. Harley walked with a small limp, as the Joker slit open her thigh with a knife earlier on before he slapped her. It hurt a lot, yes and she felt lightheaded at the huge amount of blood was losing but who cared, right? She received worser punishment from Mister J. This was nothing but a scratch. A papercut. She was extremely lucky he let her off like that.

She had no money on her, so when the cab arrived and drove her to the city, she simply smacked the man in the head and ran out of the car, hiding in a pub to avoid the man. Luckily she had lost him, but now realising that she was practically half naked in a pub full of men, she  would have preffered to be just taken to the police department.

She didn't remember what happened then, as the last memory she had at the pub was passing out from exhaustion.