Joker and Harley one shots! (suicide squad)

Sick baby (part 1)

Harley has to force j to treat his illness after weeks of neglect.
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The new hideout Harley and j had was a fast and decent place to live in such short notice, considering batman knew where they're old one was.

It was an abandoned warehouse almost off the grid of Gotham. It wasn't that bad on the outside. There where a few broken windows but that didn't matter.

Except for one thing. They lived next to a power plant. And the fumes from the plant travel up toward where they were. Because as Harley remembered from her past self, hot gas rises. And they lived on a big ass hill.

The gas never seemed to bother Harley. She was basically immune. But j on the other hand was not taking it very well.

He was more than sick. He looked like he was dying. He couldn't eat, he couldn't sleep and he was just skin and bones.

After a week or two Harley was worried. He wouldn't take anything for it, and he also wouldn't stop working. All he did was work, and he was way too ill to be walking around.

Every time she would Mention it he would put it off and change the subject like it didn't matter. He would cough loudly, and Harley would catch him wiping blood from his lips.

She was scared to death, and she planned on doing something about it.

"Harley get me a cup of coffee would you?" He grumbled, scribbling on a large sheet of paper with some of his henchman huddled around.

She watched him. He was a skeleton. He had lost even more color than he already had when they met.

"Sure thing." She huffed, before walking into the other room to the coffee pot. She poured him a mug and walked back in.

He didn't notice her there. He kept scribbling and grumbling amongst the men.

"Ahem." She said, catching the attention of the men but not j.

She furrowed her brows and cleared her throat even louder, earning herself a quick glare from j.

"Bring it here." He snapped, his voice wavering a little in weakness. She could only imagine how his throat looks with all that blood coming up.

She walked to him and set the mug down next to him. He took it shakily and chugged it. Full on chugged the whole damn thing.

After all the coffee was gone he shivered and set the mug down.

"Are you thirsty Puddin?" She asked, leaning in over his shoulder as he worked.

"GET OFF!!!" He boomed, using all of his strength to push her off, before going into a coughing fit. Blood trickled down his chin and some splattered on the ground.

She watched in horror as he continued coughing out blood as if it was nothing. It was disgusting and horrible to watch. He was doubled over and the henchman didn't dare to look. They just went back to business, talking and planning.

She huffed and rushed to the other room. She started going through cabinets and drawers as fast as she could, looking for something to get him to sleep.

She smiled widely when she found the melatonin.

She took two pills and rushed to the coffee maker. She didn't want to drug him, but he needed to get well before something horrible happened.