DC One Shot And Imagines II

Harley Quinn- Sweater (c)

With Harley's apartment left as little more than just charred remains, you had decided to let her stay with you for a little bit. The two of you had been dating for a while and although you liked having your own space, maybe it was time to move in together or at least this would be your taster session of sharing a home, even if she was just your guest. You knew that she was struggling with losing her apartment, so you had given her access to your DVD collection and bought her all of her favourite snacks to keep her occupied whilst you went out to run errands.

You weren't out for long but when you returned you were pretty sure your apartment was almost in the same state as hers. The whole of your sofa was covered in wrappers of the food she'd eaten and crumbs of their remains along with a pile of snotty tissues- whether that was from a sad film or general sadness was unknown to you. The one thing you didn't expect though was your girlfriend wearing one of your favourite sweaters, although it was a different colour due to the chip dust fingerprints and crumbs covering it.

"Why are you wearing my sweater?" You asked, gaining her attention.

She jutted out her lower lip and gave you the large puppy dog eyes that you were used to getting whenever she wanted something.

"Because it smells like you," she said, putting on a slightly pathetic voice.

"I highly doubt that now," you chuckled. "With all the Cheeto dust on them, I think it probably smells like those now."

She squeezed her eyes shut, letting the tears well in them. You were sure they weren't far from falling anyway from her normal emotional state, but she was definitely putting it on a little.

"Don't be mean to me," she pouted. "I've had a tough time."

You gave her a gentle smile, resting a hand upon her shoulder to give it a squeeze.

"I'm sorry," you said.

You sat down beside her, not moving any of the tissues or packages, knowing it will be a worry for later when they were stuck to your trousers. You wrapped your arms around her letting her rest her messy blond hair on your shoulder.

"Shall I get you the hidden snacks to make up for it?"

She instantly perked up.

"You've hidden snacks from me?" She exclaimed, offended.

You rolled your eyes. "You're going to eat me out of house and home at this rate."

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Written by Charlotte.

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