Crazy about you (Harley x joker suicide squad)

I promise

She wasn't surprised when we pulled up to the apartment building, I mean, we move hideouts every other day. And mostly it's because the bat found us or something.

"So. What happened to the old place?" She asked getting out of the car, still very flustered.

"I burned it down." I said fixing my disheveled hair, and fumbling with the keys.

"Oh." She said simply. Rolling on her heels.
"Why?" She asked crossing her arms.

"Too many god damn keys." I grumbled to myself, shoving each key in the hole.

"Mistah j, I liked the old hideooooout!" She whined, throwing her arms to her sides.

"HARLEY!!!" I yelled, slamming my fist onto the door. She jumped back, her eyes wide. And her face revealing regret in her words.

"Harley..." I said more softly this time. "Maybe daddy didn't like the old hideout." I reasoned with her. God sometimes she acts like a child.

"Why'd ya burn it down though?"

I stared at her with rage. I was never gonna tell her, it would be too....too weak. But then again...this girl has seen me have a mental breakdown, and still thinks of me as the most powerful man in Gotham.

She confuses me sometimes.

"Becaaaaaause...." I drew out, now bored. "I drew this....this picture. And I wasn't pleased with it, so I threw it away and set the basket on fire." I said, shoving another key in and finally hearing a click.

"Happy?"

I opened the door and let her in. She didn't say anything as she walked in and looked around. She wasn't thrilled about the place, but then again, she wasn't disgusted.

"Look harls, wood floors! You like wood floors!" I said smiling, trying to get her to lighten up.

She looked down and smiled. "Aw puddin you remembered!" She sang, tapping her feet on the wood.

I chuckled and took her hands, pulling her close. "Wood floooooors!" We sang, dancing in rhythm.

"Woood woooood wooooooood!" She cooed, leaning back into my arms. I don't think I've ever seen her this happy with me before. It's kinda cute.

She stood up and we laughed together, holding hands and dancing down the hall.

Lucky for me, one of my henchman must've picked up the box of diaries when I left.

I sighed, content. But angry that he went in my room. I'll take care of that later.

"Oh puddin, let's get some rest..." She breathed, slowing her movements, and running her hands down my chest.

I nodded and pressed my lips to her neck, causing her to giggle and squirm.

"Haha stop it! I'm sleepy!" She laughed. I smiled against her neck and slid my hands to the back of her thighs.

She hummed happily and held me closer. I pulled away and rested my head in the crook of her neck as I lifted her around my waist.

I felt my heart hammer in my chest, making it feel like an echo throughout my body. I carried her to the bed and laid her down as gently as I could. usually I just throw her.

As I set her down, she slid her hands to the back of my head so I stayed close. She smiled and locked our lips, moving slowly and surely.

I was happy to oblige. I climbed on top of her, our lips staying connected.

Oddly, I didn't want sex. I just wanted to touch her and kiss her. She was so warm and I wanted that feeling again. I felt almost alive when she made my heart throb and my mind sizzle into a pool of empty thoughts and only focusing on her and those damn lips.

Eventually we pulled away and caught our breath. I stared down at her, and wow. I don't think I have ever seen her more fucking beautiful. And not in like a cliche way or anything, but like, 'oh shit she's mine?!' Kinda way.

I kissed her cheek gently before climbing off and settling next to her. She shuffled so we could face each other.

We didn't say anything for a long time. And it wasn't even awkward. I mean, staring at people was never awkward for me because I do it all the time, but there wasn't a tension in the air like usual.

"You haven't hurt me all night." She whispered, no readable expression on her face.

"I know, lets keep it that way." I joked, smiling.

She smiled and nodded slightly, not enough to make me feel reassured that she trusted me though.

I sighed in frustration. "Harley I came back for you, and I haven't hurt you all night." I said restlessly. I could feel the anger slowly creep around my vision.

"Yeah baby, I know I'm just...not 100% sure I can trust you." She said with a sad smile.

The red went away momentarily and I didn't realize I had my hand squeezing her arm. She just stared at me, almost like she...knew I'd do this. And she didn't seem surprised at all, which killed me.

I let go and held my hand there softly, drawing circles with my thumb.
"Harley, I..." I began, trying to find the words to make her stay before she got up and left again. Cause I don't think I can lose her again.

"Its okay j. I know your trying. I really do, and that's why I'm gonna stay, to see if you actually change. But uh...my prediction is that you won't, no offense." She breathed, reaching a hand to mine and holding it in hers.

I smiled. Kinda. I mean, she's staying and that's great, better than great actually! But she still didn't trust me, and something inside me told me I can't trust myself either. And something within that something told me that I will never change. That nothing in the world can undo the way my brain works.

I moved closer to her. Now inches away. I could feel her heat, and that relaxed me greatly.

"If I don't change...." I started, looking at her, but not at her.

"Promise me you'll leave. So I can't hurt you anymore." I whispered rubbing my thumb along hers. As much as it killed me, she had to go if I couldn't control myself. I don't want to wake up to find her bloody corpse in bed with me and a knife or gun in my hand. The thought sent shivers down my spine.

She bit her lip. Her eyes dripping with sadness. "I promise." She said giving me a reassuring smile that I didn't believe.

'She's not gonna leave.'

I sighed and decided that this conversation wouldn't work itself out tonight.

She kissed me on the cheek and gave me a sleepy look before turning over and facing the door. Away from me.

My heart hurt seeing her have to deal with me. I'm a fucking jerk. I've always been. And I'm afraid I always will.

I shuffled close till I was up against her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her close. I could feel her breathing shallow out as she fell asleep, holding my hand.

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