moments & memories harleyxjoker oneshots

they say time's suppose to heal you, but i ain't done much healing

Hi guys! I'm back with a new chapter! This one is based off an Instagram video I edited to  the song 'Hello.' You can watch the vidoe on my Instagram drharls or here is the link: https://www.instagram.com/p/BLgTKe5BKaG/?taken-by=drharls

I have gotten a few requests to write this one up so here it is for you! In case you didn't see my instagram post, I wont be updating wattpad every day anymore, as it was just becoming too stressful and I wasn't getting enough sleep, but I will be trying to update it 3 times a week for you! I'm so sorry for the change, but hope you will all stick with me and my writing! Love you all and hope you enjoy this chapter (Don't worry, I'm still jokerxharley, this is just an idea!) I'll have a super cute fluffy piece up after this one to get rid of all the sadness!  xx

Soundtrack: 

Hello- Leroy Sanchez

Exorcism- Clarity (One of my favorite songs right now, you should go give it a listen!)

Harley breaks The Joker

Harley's body was shaking. He stood in the doorway, watching her blankly. She knew her words had hit him deep, but she couldn't control herself when she was so enraged.

'I don't love you anymore'

It wasn't a lie. She hadn't only said it to hurt him. The affection and desire she had once felt for him had slowly dissipated into nothing more than resentment for being kept by him, locked away in his life.

She dared to look up at him, sitting at the end of the bed, trying to remember to remain calm. There was definitely hurt in his eyes, a sliver of anger maybe. She wondered if he would kill her. Surely he wouldn't make it easy for her to leave him. When they had surrendered themselves to each other he had entrusted a crucial part of himself to her. He had given her his weakness. And now she was leaving with it.

He couldn't even speak. The shock had taken over his entire being, leaving the tips of his fingers cold and numb. Why would she leave him? She could never leave him. She was always so dependent on what he told her, how he touched her, how could she just- leave?

'I'm leaving' she said again quietly 'Tonight. And I don't want you to follow me.'

The tone she used was so clinical. She never spoke to him like that. Not even back at Arkham where it would have been the norm. The professionalism she possessed was crisp and clear. This was real.

The Joker could do nothing but nod, watching her through blurred vision as she sighed, her shoulder slumping forward before she rose and walked into their wardrobe to collect her things. It didn't take too long. She didn't want to stay and wait for his numbness to turn to red hot rage. Her possessions filled a small duffle bag and for a moment he was sad that he hadn't done more for her, that he never really spoiled his baby girl. But those items wasn't what she really desired and he knew it. It was the feeling of his hand in hers, the touch of his body pressed against her skin, the way their lips connected. Maybe that's why she was leaving him. Because he hadn't given her enough.

'She could never do better' he thought bitterly as she looked him over once more. She walked forward slowly, kissing his forehead before pulling away and leaving. He wanted to grab her by the wrists and hold her down. He wanted to hit her until she couldn't move to keep her with him. He wanted to fall on his knees and beg. Beg her not to go. But the room was empty and Harley was gone. The Joker was silent, before descending into a fit of hysterical laughter, the humourless noise echoing off the bedroom walls.