Let's say that Harley actually never met him and they have no relationship yet. They could actually both love each other. A pretty, but partially insane bartender in jokers club and an abusive drunk ex boy friend, leads to jealousy and bar fights. B...
Harley's POV I heard some noise and tried blocking it out so I could go back to sleep, but obviously whoever was making the noise didn't want that. I opened one eye, squinting at the bright light, and saw a figure in front of me.
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I opened both my eyes, and when they adjusted to the lighting, I saw Joker stretching his arms and felt the corners of my lips go into a smile. He chuckled at me and I immediately joined in on the laugh.
He sat down on the couch and kept looking at the ceiling. He was pulling at his hair, looking stressed out and I didn't like seeing him stressed. I went over to him and sat down on his lap.
"Come on J, look at me!" My lips curled into a frown and I started pouting.
He wouldn't look up so I starting kissing his neck. The second my lips met his he kissed me back. My hands went to his hair and his went right on my waist.
I pulled away for a moment, out of breath, and Joker said something that I didn't expect. "Are you mine?"
I was immediately confused by this.
"What do you mean, Puddin?"
He shook his head and sat there.
"Are you mine?" He spoke, sounding a little angry.
"Come on Jay, you already know the answer. Who else would I belong to?" I got off his lap and leaned against the wall, looking down at him.
He looked up at me and I could see his anger rising. "Let me see JADEN!"
I got extremely mad at him for even mentioning his name. "Don't you fucking dare, don't ever say his name again." My hands started to grip the coffee table in anger.
"Have you two been fuck buddies for that long, Quinn?"
I flipped the table over and the glass broke right in front of Joker. He looked at me, surprised.
"Fuck buddies.... I guess that's what they call a rapist now days, huh Joker." His eyes widened when I said rapist, and then he opened his mouth to say something, but I walked away before he could utter a single word.
I walked over to my room and slammed the door, locking it. I slumped against the wall and my eyes started to tear up at the thought of Jayden. I tried to keep them from falling but it didn't work. I haven't cried for two years, but then Jayden comes and I can't stop.
I flashed back to the first time he ever harmed me. Some girl at the bar kept spreading rumors that I slept with Jayden's brother, Brayden Snow. I tried telling him that they were lies, but he got really mad. It all happened upstairs that night.
He closed the door so the others wouldn't hear our argument.
"So we've been dating for 4 months and you go and whore around with my brother. What the hell is wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with me? I should be asking you, because you believe those rumors instead of me. Does our relationship even matter to you?"
"It does matter to me; that's why I'm here talking to you!" He screams out at me.
"Then why don't you believe me, huh? Do you seriously believe I'm that much of a hoe? You know I thought you actually cared, but obviously you trust the fucking bartender more than me."
I start walking towards the door but he grabs my wrist. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Away from you!"
I ripped my wrist out of his hand, but the second I unlocked the door I was slammed up against it.
"Jayden, what the hell are you doing? Let me go!"
I tried pulling out of his grip but he wouldn't budge.
"You're not going anywhere, Harles. You can't leave me." I stared at him, not believing that this was actually happening because he's never acted like this before. His grip kept getting tighter and it was starting to hurt.
"Stop Jay, your scaring me. Ahh s-stop it hurts." He loosens his grip a bit but wouldn't let me go.
I was on the verge of crying as I was begging him to let me go. "Jayden, let me go. Why are you even doing this?"
"Because you slept with my brother, you fucking whore."
"I'm not a whore! I have never even slept with someone, Jayden. If anything, you're the whore because you've slept with all those girls," I shouted at him angrily.
He slapped me the second I finished my sentence, and I fell to the ground in pain. I started to cry and he picked me up, and he made me look up at him.
"I'm sorry for hurting you, but don't ever talk back to me like that again!"
I nodded my head just so I wouldn't get myself into more trouble.
He set me down on my feet with a tight grip on my waist, and for once I was grateful for him holding me so tight, because without him I would have fell.
Flash back ended
I started to cry again, remembering how he took my innocence, sanity, and my mother.
I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard a knock at the door.
"Harley, come on, open up." His voice seemed oddly nice, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't move.
"I can't Jay *sniffle* I can't move."
The door knob starts jiggling and I heard it click to unlock. He opens the door slowly and looks around for me. When his eyes found me he had a heartbroken look on his face.
"Come here, baby." He picks me up, bridal style, and then sets me on the bed.
He sat up against the wall and laid me down on his lap. I curled up into a little ball and snuggled into my Joker. "Joker?"
"Hmm?"
"I'm yours, right? So are you mine? "
"I don't know, am I?" I slapped him playfully as he chuckled.
"Seriously, Jay."
"Yes, I'm yours, Harley."
He looked at me seriously, and at that moment I realized that I loved him. I love Joker.
"Good."
I pulled myself up and he kissed my forehead. We sat there, snuggling and watching TV, and I don't think I ever felt safer.
