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your love is like hanging on

Hi there! Back for chapter 2! I have got all of the requests I've been sent and I'll be trying to get them all up here for you so stay tuned! Enjoy todays chapter xx

Soundtrack: Astrid S- Hurts So Good

The first time Harley got injured on a heist.

She could hear his laughter echo around the room as he moved from cabinet to cabinet, pulling the priceless jewels which adorned them from their casing and shoving them into a bag for safe keeping. This wasn't the first time she had come with him on a mission (this was the first time he allowed her out of the car, but that was beside the point) but she was still caught up in the thrill of the rush. She knew this wasn't dangerous for him, she knew that he could do better, but he wanted to show her what she would be soon be capable of, what she would soon cary out on her own.

The sound of sirens filled the small store and The Joker turned to look at her, his eyes radiating that crazed madness which she had come to adore. She smiled back at him in response. This was their favourite part.

"Come on baby!" he called, holding out his arm to her, ever the gentleman. She squealed and took it eagerly, letting him pull her down as the first wave of bullets hit. They both laughed at the ignorance of their assailants. If bullets could keep them away, it would have happened years ago.

Harley heard their guns click, singling that they needed to reload and stood up. Mistake. The Joker couldn't pull her down in time as he heard the trigger fire. Harley cried out and The Joker tugged her wrist hard, bringing her back down beside her. "Stupid girl!" he called, looking at her. "Did it get you?" Harley's eyes watered and she shook her head uncertainly. She couldn't feel anything hurting. It must have missed her.

The Joker growled. That was enough excitement for her tonight. He saw the tears welling in her eyes as she looked away, trying to hide them from him. He pulled the grenade out of his pocked, yanking out the pin and throwing it at the police officers, pulling Harley out the back entrance behind him. As he heard the inevitable boom, he couldn't help but laugh. The joke was on them, he thought as he pulled open the door of the car, pushing Harley towards the passenger seat. She moved silently and got in beside him.

The drive home was quiet. The Joker stared blankly ahead while Harley looked at the floor. She was fidgeting in her seat, trying her hardest not to seem too upset. She didn't want him to see her cry. She wouldn't be weak in front of him.

"Cut it out Harley, I wont have you moping about." he snapped.

She nodded, mumbling something along the lines of 'yes sir' under her breath. What was she so torn up about anyway? They'd gotten the loot and escaped.

He pulled up outside the house, putting the car in park and getting out. He watched her move slowly, her body seemingly stiff as she pushed herself out of the seat. His eyes narrowed. She caught his gaze and moved towards the house.

"Harley" he barked "Harley what are you doing?"

She turned and looked at him briefly before pulling at the door. "I..I'm going to the bathroom...I..I need to go to the bathroom."

Liar. He moved towards her, causing Harley to pull the door open and hurry inside. He wouldn't run after her. She would come when she was called.

"Harley!" he yelled, walking inside. "Come here!"

He just saw her legs make it to the top of stairs and dash into the bedroom. The tell-tale lock of the bathroom told him she had made it to her destination. He growled. Disobedient little minx. He stomped loudly up the stairs, making sure that she knew he was coming. The bedroom was quiet, but he could here shuffling in the bathroom with occasional noises from the clown in question. He walked to the locked door, banging on it twice.

"Harley! You open this door right now!" he yelled. He heard her whimper before continuing to shuffle around in what seemed to be the cabinet behind the mirror. What could she possibly want in there?

"Harley! You heard me!" He was growing impatient. How dare she refuse him!

"Please Puddin! I'll only be a moment" her voice was strained. Puddin. That was the annoying name she had taken to calling him now. One of those nights she had told him how she thought it was fitting due to all the extra pudding cups she had snuck him at the asylum. He had told her it was ridiculous but didn't bother stopping her when she used it. Only she could make sound endearing in any sort of fashion. The shuffling got louder and The Joker banged on the wood again. "Harley!"

The door opened and he heard her sob. She stood there, her shirt somehow removed, blood leaking down her shoulder through some haphazardly applied bandages. Her hands were shaking and covered in the thick red fluid as she looked at the floor. Her blonde hair fell into her face as she cried in front of him. He wanted to hit her. He wanted to kiss her.

"Puddin..." she stuttered "I..I got hit."

He walked forward and she bit her lip, preparing for the worst. But instead he guided her to sit on the toilet, careful not to touch anywhere close to the wound. He saw the silver tweezers on the sink bloody with the bullet beside it.

"Oh Harley..." he breathed, opening the mirror door up and pulling out the first aid kit she had quickly tired to put away.

"I..I was trying to fit it, but it hurt when I tried to bandage it... a..and the blood kept leaking..and-" she hiccuped, her words catching in her throat. He chuckled. She was such a child.

He returned to her, taking off the badges as he tried to ignore her wincing. He inspected the wound. It was on her shoulder. It wouldn't do any serious damage. Just a nice scar for her to enjoy.

"I'll have to stitch it Harley."

Her eyes widen "No! I..I hate needles! C..Cant you just bandage it instead? Please?" He shook his head and kneeled down so he was at her eye level.

"Pumpkin," he soothed "Baby, I have to stitch it. You wont have to look at the needle, but otherwise the bleeding wont stop." She nodded and squeezed his hand briefly. He leaned up and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, turning her face away. She squeezed her eyes shut, holding her own knee tightly.

The Joker threaded the needle with ease, having stitched himself up many times before. She whimpered when it first pierced her skin, but he soothed her with a gentle touch of his fingers on her collar bone. The wound was closed in no time and he expertly bandaged it for her.

"Its over baby."

She turned to him with glassy eyes and nodded. She looked so pitiful sitting there. He should have seen it in the car. He touched the end of her nose tenderly, getting the desired smile out of her.

"Silly baby" he cooed "You need to be more careful. Daddy doesn't want you getting hurt."

She nodded and he pulled himself up off the floor. She watched him carefully as he walked to the sink, washing the blood, her blood, off of his hands.

"Thankyou Puddin" she whispered.

"Don't call me Puddin" he replied tiredly.

"Yes sir."

He sighed and turned back to her. He was tired. She must be exhausted. "Come on baby, lets go to bed."

She nodded wearily and stood up, still a little shaky from the whole ordeal. She took off her pants, slowly making her way to the bed and crawling under the covers. He smiled and took off his own clothes and followed her. He turned off the lamp and pulled her close to him, sighing as he felt her warmth and smelled the familiar scent of her hair. She was here. She was okay.

'G'night puddin" she mumbled sleepily

He rolled his eyes in the dark. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't hate it. She loved him, she had always loved him. Pudding cups and all. He leaned down and kissed her temple.

"Goodnight pumpkin."