Mistah J. has been so sweet to me, taking gentle care of me. I laid in our bed, petting Lou, our hyena. Bud was outside. Mistah J. had run an errand. My injuries were healing well, I felt better. It had been a few weeks, I had been bed ridden until Mistah J. decides I'm ready for the field again. He's never care so much before, maybe he's sick. I thought about the promise he made to me in the hospital, wondering what made him think of such a thing. But I trust him, with my life. I switched on the T.V, seeing Ivy getting arrested. I sighed and watched her get taken away, sad my best friend was so smart, yet always got the short end of the mallet.
"Harley, I'm home!" I heard my Puddin's voice. I giggled.
"Welcome home, Mistah J.!" I called back, warmth already flooding my cheeks. He came in and kissed my cheek lightly, making me blush more. He set a bag down next to me and took out a box of cookies. I smiled and took one, nibbling on it. He patted my head and went to feed the babies. I smiled softly, I may have fallen even more in love with him. I snuggled into the covers and switched the T.V channels. There was nothing really good on. I huffed and turned to another news channel. I blinked when I saw my face.
"P-Puddin'! I-I'm on the news!" I yelled.
'A week go, Harleen Quinzel was kidnapped out of Arkham hospital, where she suffered major injuries from a car accident. Her kidnapper, ex-boyfriend ; The Joker was dressed up as a nurse. He disabled the power and took Ms. Quinzel from her hospital bed.' The news reporter told the camera. I yelped and saw Mistah J. watching as well. His face was angry, fist clenched. His eyes burning.
"S-Sweety?" I stuttered, scared of what he'd do. He was never good at controlling his anger.He looked at me, and left the room. I blinked. He didn't slap me. Was he keeping his promise? He came back and sighed. He patted my head and gave me some water. I smiled a bit and sipped the water. I watched him leave again, worried. My Puddin' was upset with no escape.
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I sat down and sighed. They were looking for my Harley. They were not taking her away, I got her back, and she's staying right here. I need her. I don't know why, but I do. Her face when she saw my anger at the news report, I felt my old self come back, wanting to smack her. But I with held myself. I honestly never thought I could. But this means Harley means more to me than I knew.
I checked on Harley, who was sleeping. I had to make a run to the store to get her more medicine. Her muscles still ached, and she got headaches sometimes. I started the car and left. I drove to a drug store and grabbed my pistol. I walked in and pocketed a few bottles. I didn't want to cause panic. Batman would be looking for me, and Harley. I quickly left and drove off, stepping on the gas petal.I got to the warehouse and parked. I had made it. I sighed in relief and went inside.
"Stealing drugs?" I saw Poison Ivy in my chair. I glared and set the bottles down.
"Why are you here?" I growled at her. She glared at me.
"Here to make sure Harley's okay, kidnapper." She hissed.
"I didn't kidnap her!" I yelled as she went into Harley's room. I went into the kitchen to start dinner, since Harley's couldn't cook, even if she was okay. I heard Ivy leave ten minutes later and smirked. I hated her, always taking Harley away, like she's IVY'S helper. I finished dinner and served Harley, she ate and I nibbled a bit.
"You okay, Mistah J.?" She asked. I nodded, not sure if I really was. But I didn't wanna worry Harley. "Well, I wanna walk a bit, okay?" She stood and smiled. She walked out of the room, stumbled a bit. I rushed over and helped her.
"You sure this isn't too soon?" I asked. She nodded.
"I wanna get back to work ASAP!" She chirped and walked to around the warehouse. Devoted, I'll give her that. I turned and went to my desk, planning the next heist I needed to do. I laid out the blueprints and got straight to work.
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I walked to the old weapons. Some were broken and unusable. I picked up my old hammer, smiling a bit. Such memories with me and my Puddin'. I rummaged through the crates, smiling widely. I found an old stuffed clown doll. It was torn and missing a button eye. The coat was ripped and the color faded. I smiled and grabbed a sewing kit. I started repairing the doll, I walked around to find a button, and found one in our old car. I finished up and smiled. I grabbed a small box and put it inside, tying it with a bow. I carried it back out to Mistah J. and handed it to him.
"What's this?" He blinked, taking the box.
"Open it and see!" I crossed my arms, smiling. He looked suspicious, but opened it anyway."It's a thank you for taking care of me."
He stared at the doll, I couldn't read his expression. I started to get worried, did he not like it? I looked down, picking at my nails. It was silent for a while, but then he hugged me. I blinked and looked at him. He's changed so much. I hugged back, smiling.
"You like it?" I asked, still uncertain.
"I love it, Harl." He nodded and picked me up. "Enough walking for today. You need rest." He carried me back to the bedroom and laid me down. I huffed, I hated being grounded to the bed. It's even smaller than a cell. He patted my bed and left, closing the door. I groaned and switched on the T.V. Nothing was on.
"I hate being injured!!!!!!! AND THE T.V SHOWS!!!"
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Romance"I needed her, more than anyone knew. But Ivy was gonna tell her how I got her back, and she'd hate me even more. I growled and stood. I;m not giving up so easily on this. I grabbed a gun and started walking. I was gonna get her back." - The Joker...
