Joker and Harley oneshots and headcanons.

Angel With A Bullet Hole.

CW: Blood, wounds, stitches, very brief mention of needles, fluff, no explicit details. I finished this at half 7 in the morning.

Wordcount:1,987

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Harley's eyes fluttered open. She groaned at the deep pain in her abdomen.

She felt the softness of the mattress beneath her, a familiar feeling of gauze wrapped tight around her torso.

She heard someone rush over to her, putting a hand on her forehead.

"You scared me, babydoll."

Harley smiled at the voice of her husband. She turned her head to look at him. "Hi," she uttered, smiling softly. "Hi, baby," he spoke back with a breath of relief.

"What happened?" she asked. She didn't remember anything after the morning of that day. She tried to sit up, but gasped in pain, her hand going to hold her abdomen. Joker quickly guided her to lie back down. "We were finishing up a job. Some fuck thought it was a smart idea to shoot you in the abdomen," he told her, hand gently stroking her hair. "How long was I out for?"

"About an hour after getting shot. Of course, you had to wake up right before I was going to stitch you up," he teased lightly. Harley laughed. She was deathly afraid of needles. Tattoos were the sole exception. It was always a struggle to stitch up her wounds. She'd fight and fight, sometimes even passing out from how hard and long she'd put up. For the best, really. "You passed out when I was putting the bandages on you. That was about 12 hours ago now."

J smiled at her. "You did so well, honey." Harley looked at him for elaboration.

"Hm?"

"When you got your stitches. You didn't even fight, just let me stitch and wrap you up, you were so good." He kissed her on the forehead. Harley smiled shyly, both at the kiss and his praise. Despite the pain, she leaned up to kiss his cheek, mumbling a little "Ow" into the kiss. J gently pushed her back down. "Don't strain yourself."

"It hurts, puddin," she groaned. "I know, baby. You're going to be on rest for a few weeks, alright?"

"No dancing?"

"Absolutely no dancing."

Harley whined, leaning her head back dramatically.

"Would you rather rip your stitches and have me go in with the needle again?"

Harley shook her head so vigorously that J thought she'd give herself whiplash. "Right. So no dancing. Got it?" She nodded. "Can I still come to the club?" she asked. "When you're starting to recover, yes. But until then, it's this bedroom, okay?"

"Fine."

Joker rolled his eyes, though the smile on his lips showed just how fond he was of Harley's stubbornness. Harley laughed in his face.

"Yes, yes, very funny." J reached to hold her hand, fingers brushing over her knuckles. He pulled her hand up to his lips, gently kissing over a graze left on her finger from the fall. "I'm sorry I let this happen, doll."

"Puddin, it's okay. I'm alright." Harley smiled at him as he continued to kiss her pale hand. "We'll have to change your bandages soon. Do you want to wait a bit? Have some pain meds?"

Harley shook her head. "I can feel the dry blood sticking to me."

J chuckled. "I'll grab you some fresh clothes too." He kissed her forehead before leaving for the bathroom. "Thank you," Harley frowned slightly when his hand left hers.

Soon, J came back with fresh bandages, a damp cloth and her favourite pyjama set.

Joker lifted up Harley's top, working carefully to get it off her, revealing her bloodied bandages.