Joker One-Shots

One Shot: Living Apart

Word count: 1,102
Author's Note:
Hey loves! Sorry it's been so long since I've updated 💚 I'll try to be more consistent!
~ Sammy

Harley's P.O.V:
    I sigh as I trudge into the small house my bestfriend calls home. Home again, home again. I think to myself as I knock on the door.
    I hear footsteps, and the door opens. Ivy stands there and smiles, but sighs once she sees my suitcase, "Back again, Harls?"
    I nod sadly, "I don't feel like talkin' about it now, Red." She opens the door all the way, allowing me to come in.
    I walk straight into my on again off again room, and throw my suitcase on the bed, carelessly. I walk back out, and flop on the couch like I'm a potato. Just talk about it Harley! Just get it over with, because you know she'll keep pestering you until you do. I hear the voice of Harleen above the rest. She's a smartass, but she's right.
    I look up to see Ivy just staring at me with one eyebrow slightly raised. I sigh, "So..." I twiddle my thumbs, "we had a falling out. He seemed like he was in a regular mood, but I poked him because I wanted attention and he got angry with me. Long story short I talked back to him a lil' too much and he got angrier with me and told me to get out." I heavily sigh, refusing to let tears fall.
    Ivy shakes her head, and whispers something along the lines of, "Doormat." To herself, but comes back with a container of vegan ice-cream, and two spoons. I smile and side hug her as she sits down, turning on the tv.

Joker's P.O.V:
    I look at the clock and groan. I know I was too hard on her last night, and she's still not back. She always comes back after a few hours. All except that one time she was gone for five days. Oh those five horrible days. As much as I didn't want to admit it I couldn't go through that again, but I didn't know what to do. She's probably at Poison Ivy's like she always is, but it's not like I can go and get her! Pamela hates me. Quite frankly I have no idea why! I guess I'm just too damn handsome.
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    I tried to play it off like I didn't care, but I can't! It's been four days! I don't always let her know, but I cherish her! My Harley girl is the one that keeps me going. She's always by my side when I need it most. She always keeps a smile on my face! I haven't been smiling much these past days. That is it! I'm not going to do this again!
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    I had devised a plan to lure her to the house. I texted her, "Come get the mutts. I don't want em."
    I didn't want to be a jerk, but who knows what's going through her head right now. I painted a giant arrow on the floor going from the front door to the dining room, where I had roses, and a romantic dinner. Damn, I still got it. I thought smugly.
    I'm snapped out of my thoughts by the door opening and closing. I stand right beside the table, and hear her footsteps get nearer.
    I see her come around the corner, and am met by her shocked gaze. I notice that she's wearing a different outfit. A sparkly blue tank top that matched her eyes, and black skinny jeans. Her hair is in her usual pigtails still, but she's wearing messy black eyeshadow, and light red lipstick. She looks casual, but so breathtaking.
    I'm snapped out of admiring her by her faint whisper, "Puddin?" She asks and I paint a hopeful wide smile on my face.
    "Baby, come to daddy!" I hold out my arms, and she smiles with me. She drops what she's holding and jumps into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist.
    Her arms are latched around my neck and I snake mine around her waist, holding her tighter than I thought I would.
    We stay like that for a few moments, until she takes her face out of the crook of my neck, "D-did you miss me?" She asks hopefully. I can see that she's crying so I bring my hand up to her face.
    I cup her cheek, and wipe away her tears with my thumb, "With all of my heart, pumpkin. I know I was too hard on you the other day." I nod my head sincerely.
    She pulls me back in, "Oh Mista J!"
    After a few moments she untangles her legs from around my waist, and I place her on the floor.
    "Puddin' I can't believe you did this for me thank you so much!" She exclaims with a blush noticeably on her cheeks.
    I grab the roses I have for her and hold them up to her, "What do you think I am?" I ask fake offended.
She stops giggling and scrunches up her nose, "I dunno you kinda look like a goblin."
I inch closer to her, she had taken the roses, so I pull her forward by the waist, "If I'm a goblin then you're my little monster." I purr and give her a quick kiss, "Now cmon', pooh. I made us dinner." If she hates it I'm going to kill the both of us. I think in embarrassment.
    As I pull out her chair she clears her throat, "Mista J, you cooked?" She asks hesitantly.
    Fuck! I think and try not to gritt my teeth because of my own stupidity, "Yeah, I did." I rub the back of my neck.
    She stares down at the food with an unreadable emotion in her eyes. Damnit I hate it when I can't read her! Picking up her fork she twirls some spaghetti (cliche Ik) on it and takes a bite. I lean forward and hold the gaze I have on her until she gulps it down and looks up at me, "Puddin', honestly, it's betta' than I thought it'd be." She let's out a loud laugh, and feeling relieved I laugh with her.
    After dinner we enjoy the rest of our night, and for the first time for a long time I fell asleep. I held her in my arms for a solid night while sleeping, and I could breathe without worrying that she'd leave or that I'd wake up without her. She wasn't leaving, and I wasn't going to let anyone take her.