Welcome to Gotham

Tell Me You Love My Scars

Deadpool walked into his rental apartment where Harley stood there in a red gown. "Hi Harley."
"Hi."
"I seen you in a dream."
"Me too."
"I think we should talk."
"Me too."
"I'm going to shower first. I smell like sewer and death."
"Yeah you do."
Deadpool smiled at her and went to the bathroom.

He walked out of a steam shower. feeling much better. He looked in the mirror at his face. Half of his hair was gone and he had blisters and scars every where. His left eye was white and grey, although he could see through his eyes they were slowly loosing color his face was sunken his face looked tired. He stood up shirtless and had bullet holes all over his riddled scared body. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and took a deep breath. Tonight the voices would be quiet and he would learn if what he was about to do would be either a waste or worth his time. He took another deep breath and inhaled something that he hadn't smelt in 10 and 1/2 years. Pasta. Home cooking. He swung open the door and seen Harley putting food on the table. "Smells great!"
"Oh yeah! I..." Her voice fell when she seen him. "Were these the scars you didn't want to talk about my dreams?"
"Yeah."
She froze putting the plate down and then smiled "Well anyway. I cooked you this really good dish my Mama used to make for me called Strozzapreti with Lamb Rag . It's really good come sit with me and eat."
Deadpool stared at her like she was on fire. Could she be serious or did she poison the food and wait for him to die and take the diamonds to Joker. She took his hand and pulled him to the table and sat him down and then sat across from him. "Well eat up."
"Okay." He took a bite and started eating like this was his last supper. "Harley this is magnificent!"
"Thank you." She smiled feeling gracious for his compliments "Would you like some wine?"
"I'd love some."
She poured his wine and watched him drink. She watched him like an artist watched a canvas come to life on an easel. She smiled at him and kept her hand on his whenever she had the chance. She stared at his scars without the scared gross out feeling most people looked at him with. She looked at him and she liked what she saw. She liked him down to his witty banter and broken heart that she knew barley had a heart beat. She had dreamed of the day that Mister J would enjoy her cooking, but he never did. She watched Deadpool eat and enjoy. Paying her compliments anytime his mouth wasn't full. All she could do was smile because she had never had someone treat her that way. but it was something that made her wonder what his end game was.
"Was this all a lie just to get in her pants and then throw her out to the Gotham sharks again? What if she did get over Joker with him and then he disappeared and she was left alone with nothing or no one and had to crawl back to the Joker. That's one thing she wouldn't do. Not this time, after this fight she was done. He hadn't touched her in months and when he finally pays her work some attention she is being flung through a window to her death. If it wasn't for Deadpool she would be dead. It was time to leave how she became who she became in the past, and focus more on what she wanted. And all she had ever wanted was love. That sociophsycopath couldn't give her anything she wanted and she begged him. She started to wonder if she would have to beg for Deadpool to love her. To treat her with love and respect, something she had deserved and more than anything wanted. She could think of nothing else to ask him. She could ask him 'How did you get those?' Or 'Does it hurt?' but instead she decided to stay quiet. The only thing she needed to know was his real name and why he was here. Why did he save her? And why was he going through so much to keep her that way.

Deadpool looked at the sweet face of Harley Quinn and his icy heart melted. He wanted to tell her everything. But the only words he could muster was "Did you fix dessert?"
"Oh no! I didn't know you were going to be here, because usually I dine alone but always set out an extra plate unless Mister J came home which was a rareity. He loved crime more than food."
"I understand. That's fine." He felt her hands start to shake nervously "Are you alright?"
"Fine why do you ask?"
"Because you're shaking like a leaf? Are you afraid I'm going to hit you?"
"N...No. I'm not afraid of anything."
"With the exception of Mister J?"
"So I guess not anything." She giggle nervously. "I'm not going to hurt you Harley."
"Then why are you doing what you are doing?"
Deadpool looked at her hand and clasped it tightly "When I first seen you Harley I thought there is a woman I think I could hold on to. There is a woman who I think could see me without my scars. See past my crazy and love me for who I was. I knew she... You seen me for something. I wanted you to love me... The way at first sight I loved you. I thought you were brilliant and brave and beyond beautiful. Harley I was in love with you with your cute little giggles. I just wanted you to be here with me until I left. And then I realized... I couldn't leave. I couldn't leave you, all I wanted was you. I'm a Mercenary I am a killer for hire and I want to leave all that and be your hero. I didn't care if you didn't feel the same way ALL I wanted was for you to see that I would be here." He looked at her and seen the diamond like tears glistening in her eyes. "I wanted to make sure you were safe and away from harm so since the Iceberg Lounge; I'd tried to find you I looked everywhere for you. I searched until searching seemed redundant, and then I walked upon the laugh factory and I heard your pleas of apology and forgiveness and I heard him hit you. I wanted to kill him, but I couldn't. I didn't want you to see me as a monster. So I waited. Then the bastard threw you out of a window. It's fate... Don't you see I'm meant to be with you. Don't you see that?"
Harley stayed quiet and then moved to the couch and stood. "Lie down please." was all she said.

Deadpool did what she asked him hands by his side. She could stab him in the heart and he wouldn't care. As long as she heard what he had to say. "But please Harley from now on call me Wade. I'm yours and yours alone if you'll have me."
Harley took both of her long beautiful hands and started at his head. She felt every bump, abrasion, bullet hole. and scar he had. She kissed his brittle lips and stroked his hair. "I was with Mister J because after I went to college to be a doctor, psychologist rather, he was all I knew. I'd fallen in love with all the things he seemed to say. How he could master people and turn them into puppets. Little did I know he turned me into his biggest puppet I did his bidding fought his battle and let him beat me until the world turned blood red. I did everything to make that man happy and nothing seemed to. I wanted nothing but love from him and I got pain and scars. I don't know why you got love at first sight for me, but I couldn't be anymore happy. I just want you to know that Love is easier said than done."
"You look at my face and what do you see Harley?"
"I see you Wade, I see the beautiful handsome smart funny you."
"You don't see my scars?"
"I do, but like I said who doesn't have them."
"You don't mind the fact I work for the 'good guys'"
"I was a good guy before I became a puppet for a master who hated me and only kept me around because I was a good ride."
"You don't mind who I am?"
"Do you Wade?"
"No."
"Neither do I. So what are we waiting for?"
"What do you meant?"
"You know exactly what I mean Wade." Harley took off her dress and let it fall like a pool of blood at her feet. Her body was small and frail with bruises and scars every where. But the way she stood with her curves he didn't even notice. Her breast were full and plump just like her round buttocks. She had tiny feet and a sex kitten look that should have drove the idiot before him wild. "I want you to show me you love me."
'SAY YES YOU IDIOT SAY ANYTHING DO NOT LET THIS GO'

Wade tuned him out and took her hands and lead her to the bedroom. He kissed her head, her temple her cheek, her nose, her chin, and finally her lips. He kissed her neck and sucked her breast. He kissed her arms and each finger, her legs and each toe. He kissed her tummy and each of her hip bones. He could smell her aroma and she smelt like chocolate and strawberries begging to be tasted. He kissed her thighs and slowly spread her legs and kissed her womanhood. He licked her button and tasted every part he could. He listened to her moan and it sounded like music. He wiped his mouth after he felt her on the verge of an orgasm he slid himself into her and he heard her gasp. "Are you alright?"
"Yes." She moaned. "You feel spectacular."
"Thank you."
He worked his rhythm to her body. He worked her G-spot as she wrapped her legs around him and grinded with him. She dug her fingers into his back. "Will you give me one more scar Harley."
"Yes Wade anywhere."
"Scar my heart Harley."
"How?" She asked her voice so small and so scared. She never felt so free and so protected.
"Scar my heart Harley. Tell me you love my scars." He begged Her tears finally spilled over and she cried. "I do Wade. I love your scars. I think they are so very very beautiful." She whimpered. For the first time in either of their lives the felt something real for something other than themselves. They enjoyed each other and felt the most amazing passion in their life. They honored each others wants and needs. He made sure she had a climax for every time he thought about her in a day. It was 36. He didn't care about how he felt. He cared about her everything about her her smiles her laughs, and after they were finally finished (Elapsed time 4hrs 52mins and 36sec) the way she slept. She lay on his chest and looked up at him with tired droopy "Are you alright?"
"I'm tired."
"I bet. We uhh we made up for lost time."
She giggled, almost making him hard again. "Don't giggle. It's a turn on for me."
"I wont then... So tomorrow is the moment of truth with Joker?"
"Yes Harley and I want you NO WHERE near it. I mean it I'm doing this to keep you safe! Not have you killed."
"I promise you Wade I won't do anything. Beside I don't think I could walk anyway."
"Neither can I."
"Now Harley get some rest." He kissed her head and then her lips.
"I can do."
"I love you."
"I love you too Wade. Scars, voices, and anything else I can love on you."
"Good night my darling."
"Good night."
Then he watched her snuggle into him and fall asleep. He smiled to himself and watched for what seemed like hours. Listening to her voice play over and over 'I love you Wade. Scars, voices, and anything else I can love on you.' If he went with death tonight his heaven would be reliving the last six hours.