Take It Easy [Negan X Harley Quinn]

Four

As Harley stepped into the bathroom and shut the door behind her, she immediately relaxed her shoulders. She freed her gun from her waistband before shrugging off her savior's jacket and setting it on the sink.
Quickly, she undressed before starting the shower, not feeling ready to wait for the tub to fill with hot water. As she stepped in, Harley took out her pigtails and scrubbed her face under the tepid spray of water. It was better than nothing.
All the while, Negan sat by, holding his bat across his lap as he waited for the girl to emerge. He could hear his men beginning to settle the room about before leaving the RV for the night.
Negan pointed his bat to one of his men, a Fat Joey, "You. You've seen that girl, right? That Harley?"  He asked.
The large man nodded, "Yes sir."
"You wait in that girl, hand and foot, you got it? We want her to feel special here."
"Yes sir." He repeated, slightly disinterested.
"And if I see one hair outta place in that little pumpkin's head, you and Lucille are gonna have a nice little date."
Fat Joey gulped noticeably, which caused Negan to smirk devilishly, "We clear?"
The follower nodded.
"I'm sorry. I didn't catch that. Are. We. Clear?" He reiterated, narrowing his eyes as he poked the end of his bat into the man's stomach.
"Yes sir." Joey nodded before Negan waved him off of the RV.
Harley ran her fingers through her damp hair before rinsing the dried blood and dirt from her body, scrubbing at certain patches of skin before remembering that they were bruises.
Negan slowly rose and made his way down the small hallway, leaning Lucille on his inside bedroom wall before knocking gently on the bathroom door.
"Aye, peach? I think it's time you come out. I'll get you a shirt t'sleep in, Joey's gonna bring you a plate." He crooned gently as Harley shut off the water.
As she exited the shower, she noticed that there were no towels. She took grip of her long hair and wrung it out before putting on the man's jacket and zipping it up.
Harley held her clothes and spares in her arms, slipping her gun into the jacket pocket as she opened the door.
Negan raised a slight brow to the girl before him, seeing her stripped away from the painted lips and raccoon eyes of makeup. He seemed to like her a bit better this way.
He gently reached a hand out to brush down Harley's damp hair, his eyes roaming across her face as her bottom lip stuck out in swelling.
"I said it once and I'll say it again. Ain't you just a doll?" Negan cooed gruffly, which caused Harley to smile softly at the man.
She barely realized that she had leaned into his touch as he pressed his lips to her forehead. "Did you not get a towel?"
He continued to look over the petite girl, seeing most of her body covered with his leather jacket. Her porcelain thighs were barely covered and he could think of another place too, but Negan remained gentlemanly and returned his eyes up.
Harley hummed as she shook her head, playing further into Negan's view of the vulnerable kitten left in the rain. He shook his head in return, "Well, I'll fix that for next time, alright?"
Negan pressed his lips to the top of Harley's head before leading her to her bed for the night.
"This ain't permanent. I'm gonna provide for you and all you gotta do is respect me." He told her, grabbing a white shirt from a bag and handing it to her.
Harley tilted her head slightly, she had never heard any man asking for her respect. Mr. J hadn't said anything of the like, only giving off the arrogant feel to be worshipped.
"Respect?" Harley repeated, as if it were some sort of trick, seeing as how this man was putting up for her.
"Tit for tat there, peach. You respect me, I respect you and provide for you. Maybe one day, you could return that favor." Negan explained.
Harley nodded, "Right."
"Right. So, you slip into that comfy little bed a yours, Joey'll bring you some dinner and I'll see you in the morning. We can see if you have any special skills." He winked.
She agreed before unzipping the jacket and slipping it from her body to hold out to the man. Negan's eyes quickly widened and averted up to the ceiling, not exactly ready to see all that Harley had to offer; he mindlessly reached for his jacket and held onto it as she slipped on the shirt and flipped her hair onto her back.
Just as she did, Harley caught glimpse of a thing tilted against the nearby wall. Picking up the bat, she grinned devlishly as she looked at the shiny barbed wire wrapped around the buff end.
"Must be effective." She muttered, turning the bat back and forth in her hands as Negan finally lowered his gaze to the girl.
He watched as Harley marveled at his melee weapon, seeing her eyes glint as his did when he looked at Lucille. Negan had to admit, Harley was doing something to him.