Joker and Harley one shots! (suicide squad)

Remember

Request from @-annastina-
Genius ^^
Harley has amnesia and forgets her Puddin.
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"Harley Quinn. where is she?" He snapped at the lady behind the desk.

She raised a brow at the disheveled green haired mess in front of her. "Uhm...Harleen quinzel?" She corrected, already going through files.

"YES!" He barked, slamming his hand down on the surface of the desk, causing her to jump.

"S-she's in room 207 on the second floor, but she's not in a stable condi-"

"Yeah yeah yeah." He interrupted, rejecting the visitor sticker and rushing toward the nearest elevator.

It all happened so quickly.

He got the call around 8pm. Explaining to him that Harley had been joyriding and causing some chaos before she headed straight toward the side of a building.

He would've guessed that there was more to the story, because Harley was a pristine driver, and plus she rarely ever left him. But that was beside the fact that she was seriously hurt.

As soon as the elevator opened he bolted out of there like a bat out of hell. He scanned the hallways profusely, looking for room 207.

As soon as his frantic eyes found it, he ran as fast as he could. When he reached the door he saw a nurse coming out with a tray of food that was untouched.

He felt a panic rise in his throat. There was no way she was actually hurt. She always overdramatized things and made it out to be something stupid.

A part of him started to wonder if this was all just some joke. A prank played on him just to get his attention.

Or maybe this is all a setup. Maybe when he walks in, someone will be there to get him, and try to kill him. Like...maybe batman.

Because batman knows that he has a deep connection with Harley, and that would be his #1 target to get him to do whatever he wanted.

He slid his hand into his blazer, resting his hand firmly on his pistol. He braced himself and took a deep breath before barging in, holding his gun up frantically in every direction of the room, which he soon figured out was not rigged.

The only person in there was Harley in the bed, staring at him with wide eyes, and her knees brought up close to her body.

He sighed in relief and tucked his gun back in his holster.

"Man Harley, what happened to ya?" He said sliding a hand through his hair shakily, trying to hide his concern.

She didn't say anything, she stayed bundled up and shaking with tubes on each arm.

He smiled widely. "Oh Harley, it's just me, no gangsters, no henchman. just me and you." He said warmly, making his way to the side of the bed, but as he did, she jumped up and out of the bed within 2 seconds.

His smile dropped and he took a step back, holding his hands up defensively. "Look, I'm not gonna hurt ya. You know this harlequin. Now, come to daddy and let me hug you." He said slowly.

She looked like a deer caught in headlights. All she had on was a hospital gown, and her hair was tangled, with a bandage wrapped around one side.