Bits and Pieces//Harley and Joker

A Cold for the Queen of Gotham

{Woah, it's been a while since I've updated! I'm not really sure how I feel about this oneshot, but i'm warning you, J gets a bit fluffy at the end! I hope you like it and please leave requests!}

Harley had been left once again at one of her and her Puddin's heists. When things got messy, J would escape, leaving her, acting as if she weren't important. She could die for all he cared. It was most important that he left the scene first. 

She knows how to get home. She always gets back home in the end.

Any other day, Harley wouldn't have minded that much to come walking back home during the night. She liked to think a lot during her walks through the streets. No one dared cross her path for they would already know who she was from 30 feet away.

But now was different. Harley did mind walking home. Because her beloved Mr. J had left her out in the cold rain. She sulked as she walked down the sidewalk, the hard drops hitting her bare back. Her dress barely covered her body and now, she thought, was not the best night to wear it. She walked mindlessly down the streets of Gotham, keeping her head down, not wanting to be seen–not tonight, at least. She was eager to get home. She felt like a stray kitten who had been left outside and the owner had forgotten to call her back in.

She huffed in annoyance, picking up her pace. The sky was growing darker, heavy with clouds and occasionally, lightning  flashed above her. Cars zoomed by her, the water that was building up on the street spraying up at her ankles.

A light from a window that she walked by caught her attention. She stopped in her tracks, taking her eyes off the ground and peered into the window to see a couple sitting in a fancy restaurant, a candle light and rose in between them, and they were talking and laughing. The man then reached for the lady's hand, gazing into her eyes lovingly without saying a word. Harley could've sworn that she saw sparkles in her eyes.

Why can't I have that? This is what I need now more than anything.

She longed to be in that warm, cozy restaurant, to be sitting across from her Puddin', talking and laughing...like...normal people. That's the one thing she would want from a relationship. To talk and laugh and have deep, meaningful conversations like the couple sitting in front of her–a normal couple.
She felt like she was watching a movie screen; a barrier that separated her from reality. Really, the sight of the couple eating in the fancy restaurant was something that anyone could see on a daily basis. But not her. She couldn't ever even experience what the couple was doing. Harley's relationship was that crazy. But she never admitted it, no. She told herself constantly that her Puddin' loved her, really. Past that whole demeanor was a man who loved her even if he didn't show it sometimes.

Suddenly, the brunette lady glanced up from her table and noticed Harley through the window. Just two seconds ago, she was smiling at the man in front of her, completely in love. Now, she tapped his arm to get him to look at what–who–made her so nervous and scared. Her eyes widened and her jaw slightly dropped. The mans expression looked the same as hers but looked slightly angry, as if Harley had interrupted their date.

Harley could only stare back at them in confusion. Why did they look so scar-

Oh, right. It's her. The sight of Harley Quinn scares people. You never knew what she was going to do. But here she was, makeup smeared down her face–blue, pink and black. Her blonde hair was soaking wet from the rain and it limply fell on her shoulders.

She snapped out of her thoughts, rubbing her hands on her arms to keep from shivering and turned around quickly. She continued her walk home as the couple turned heads to watch Harley Quinn, deserted in Gotham City, making her way home to her loving Puddin'.