Joker and Harley oneshots and headcanons.

Home Late.

This oneshot was inspired by the AMAZING fan film at the top:)

TW, Injuries/Bruises and mentions of blood.

Wordcount: 1,429.

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Joker paced back and forth, continuously checking his phone.

Harley had gone out earlier. She left to get something from Ivy’s house. which was fine, even though he and Ivy never got along, J still acknowledged that Her and Harley were very close and kept his feelings to himself.

What was worrying him was that Harley had left over 12 hours ago. 

She promised to text him when she was on her way home, he hadn’t gotten any texts from her. None saying that she’ll be out a bit longer than expected, none saying she was on her way home, none saying she needed him to come pick her up, not a single one.

He had tried texting her, asking if she was okay or needed him to come to her. When he didn’t get a text back, he tried calling her and they all went to voicemail.

“Where are you, where are you,” J muttered over and over again, still pacing on the living room floor.  

J heard the sound of the front door being unlocked and sighed with relief.

“Puddin?”

J practically ran to the door, needing to see that she was okay.
“Oh,There you are! Where have you been, Baby? Daddy’s been worried sick!”

He turned the living room light on and what he saw made his heart sink.

Harley was covered from head to toe in bruises and scrapes, beaten bloody.
She had two black eyes, her lip had multiple bleeding cuts, her neck had bruises in the shape of large hands, clearly from being choked, her arms were littered with purple and black bruises, many of which were in the same shape as the hands on her neck, the dark blotches continued down her legs, where there were countless scrapes and scratches.

J froze, shaking with anger, a million thoughts going through his mind.

‘Who did this?’ ‘What happened to my baby?’ ‘They're gonna regret laying their hands on my sweet girl.’ ‘Oh, My poor girl must be in so much pain.’

He snapped out his thoughts when he saw that Harley was struggling to stand and was about to fall over. “Oh, come here, Baby girl,” he said, taking a hold of her and letting her loll her obviously sore body against him.

“P-Ow, Pud- Ow, Ow,” Harley whimpered, alternating between her feet in order to keep standing. 

J carefully picked her up, one arm under her knees and the other supporting her back. “My poor baby,” He quaked, giving the top of her head a kiss. “B-Baby, what happened? Oh, My love, who did this to your poor little body.”

He was holding back tears. He had never seen Harley so hurt before, he couldn’t imagine how much pain she was in.

Harley whimpered as she reached up to grasp onto his neck. “M-M-Me and Ivy got really caught up in talking and forgot t-to text y-you, and when I was walking home, B-B-Bats and some other guy f-found me and- we were fighting for ages and my phone got broken so I couldn't call you to come p-pick me up and when I got away I had to walk home for ages.”
Harley violently shook with every word she spoke while Joker got paler and angrier.

He couldn’t bear to think, His Baby girl, walking- no, limping all the way home alone, her body throbbing in pain with every move that she made.

“Shh, shhh, it’s gonna be okay, I promise. Daddy’s gonna take care of you, he’s got you.”