cake oneshots || book two

Mr. H (E)

Credit: jeepies

Where Luke is the joker and Calum is Harley Quinn

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Calum's fingers were loosely interwined with Luke's as they walked down the quiet street of a dirty neighborhood, the sound of their shoes hitting the cement of the side walk could be heard along with the sound of the rustling wind.

The street lights fell amongst the both of them as they continued to walk down the crack cement. Far away Calum would hear a dog barking as a voice of a man screaming could be heard along with it, as a chill ran down his spine he pushed deeper into Luke's side which made Luke look down at Calum.

"What are you doing?" He asked questionably while stopping, causing Calum to stop also while looking up at Luke with a wide smile.

"I'm cold and you're warm." Calum simply states, resting his head on Luke's shoulder, smiling up at him with his pearly white teeth, only making Luke groan in annoyance, tearing his fingers out of Calum's grasp and stepping away from him, Calum's head immediately falling off Luke's broad shoulder.

"I told you to bring a god damn coat, now your cuddling up with me like a dog." Luke says with disgust, shaking his head and fixing his purple tuxedo jacket with a dirty yellow flower in the pouch.

"You said we wouldn't be gone long Mr. H, we've been out since 10 it's now 3 in the morning, what are you waiting for?" Calum questions, stepping closer to Luke, his hands coming up from his sides to press along Luke's hips, a smirk set on his lips as he looks up at him through his lashes. "Why don't we go home and wrestle around?" Calum suggests, fluttering his eyes and raising one of his eyebrows in question, making Luke roll his eyes and push Calum off him roughly, making the ravin haired boy take a few steps back.

"Gain some self control Calum, please, and we're finally here." Luke rushes out, turning towards the house in front of them. The porches blue paint chipped nearly every where, the short story of stairs nearly broken through, the roof shingles falling off the house, while there is windows with bars set everywhere visable.

"What do you have to do?" Calum says, slouching his shoulders as he watches Luke begin to carry himself up the broken stairs and to the door with the scratched up screen before ringing the door bell.

"Get money from some bastard that thought they could steal from me." Luke states while turning his head towards Calum as he begin to walk up the steps and stand beside Luke.

"Everyone loves to steal from you," Calum whines while rolling his eyes, his hands slipping back to Luke's waist as he snuggles into his shoulder, the warmth radiating from Luke's body on to Calum's. "I know, that's why I have to teach them a lesson." Luke says very irritable, shaking Calum off of his shoulder while tapping his foot on the creaky porch.

Without another word falling from Calum's mouth to spike up a conversation he just wonders off to the other side of the porch, his fingers running along the cracked wood and chipped paint as he stares ahead of him to see a stray cat wondering down the side walk to where Luke and him walked just a few mintues ago.

"Jesus Christ," Calum hears Luke groan before he hears something tear from the screen door and the sound of the second door to the house can be heard opening up. He hears a bunch of whispers and chairs moving around while the sound of the man that owns Calum's heart, voice being shouted into the run down house.

"Where's my fucking money! And don't say that you don't have it because I know you do!" Luke shouts and Calum turns around, leaning against the porch banister as he hears the usual banter begin.