Joker and Harley one shots! (suicide squad)

Makeover

Joker gives Harley a makeover! :D
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"Stay still!!!" Harley barked, yanking the comb through his thick green hair.

"OW! YOU BITCH!!! That fucking HURT!" He yelled, bringing a hand to his sensitive head.

She sighed and rolled her eyes, going through his many hair gels until she found the one she needed.

"Ok stay still or else." She warned, squeezing some of the goop into her palm.

"Or else what." He sneered as she ran her slicked up fingers through his hair.

"Or else you won't be my daddy!" She exclaimed, peering at his reflection in the mirror in front of them, and fixing any stray hairs.

He gasped and put a hand to his chest, faking hurt. "That's cruel."

She giggled and stepped back, admiring her work, before washing her hands of the goo.

"Why do you have to do my hair anyway?" He asked, putting up his combs and gels.

"Because." She said, crouching down to the sink cabinet and pulling out a small pink bag. "You never do it the way I like it." She said unzipping the bag that was bulging with its contents.

"Hm. Well ever think that maybe I want to do my own hair the way I want?" He snapped, crossing his arms.

She paused and looked at him, a faint smirk playing on her lips. "No. Not really."

He grit his teeth as she went back to her bag as if there wasn't a care in the world. He couldn't help but feel offended that he couldn't even do his own hair without Harley jumping in and taking over.

"Gimme that." He growled, yanking the bag out of her grip.

"Hey!" She yelled, still holding a mascara tube in one hand.

"How about since you like to control my beauty products and the way I look, I control the way you look." He said digging through the bag and holding up stuff he had no clue what even was.

She let out a loud laugh and watched him. "And YOU think you can do my makeup?" She breathed, smiling humorously.

He jerked his head up to her with a glare. "Watch your mouth little lady." He warned, before dumping the contents of the bag out into the sink.

"My my. You've got many pretty things! Bright colorful things!" He said smiling and gazing over every object.

She sighed and leaned against the sink. She didn't really feel like looking like shit today, but she had to admit, it was kinda cute.

He looked at her face and examined what needed to be done. He thought of it as a blank canvas that he had complete control over.

"How about some uh..." He said looking at the things. "White creamy stuff." He said holding up a bottle of manic panic foundation.

She snickered and looked away so he wouldn't get mad. But he saw it. He just glared at her and continued.

"How I love seeing your face so pale and lifeless." He joked squirting a large amount into his hand.