suicide squad imagines

harley quinn | 062

prompt: "don't you die on me."

you walked down the dark streets of gotham with your wife, both of you laughing about nothing in particular. you had just finished having a meal together at a restaurant to celebrate your two year anniversary. you hands were clasped together as you turned around corners, loving the time you had together.

"did you enjoy tonight?" she asked you, giving your hand a short squeeze.

"yes! it was amazing, i love spending time with you harls" you told her truthfully making her smile.

"likewise puddin" she said, giving you a quick peck on the cheek.

you smiled at her, before bringing your attention back to the direction you were both walking in. your home wasn't too far from where you were, and it wasn't too late so you didn't expect anything bad to happen. unfortunately, not everything can be as straight forward as you want it to be.

when you turned a corner, you noticed a man in a black hoodie and some black skinny jeans staggering down the street. he seemed drunk, or on some kind of drugs. harley groaned, she always hated having to walk past intoxicated people as they always seemed to bother her. you ignored the man, as you walked past him but that didn't stop him from grabbing your arm.

"hey! get your filthy hands off her mister!" harley yelled, pushing the man away.

the man didn't seem to like that as he gave harley a dangerous glare but she didn't seem fazed, glaring back just as hard.

"i was only going to ask if you had any money lady" he spat, walking closer to the two of you.

"no and even if we did we wouldn't give you any, rude people don't deserve nice things" harley fired back, grabbing onto your hand ready to walk away.

you both froze in your spots, as the man pulled out a gun, with a smirk on his face.

"how 'bout now?" he simply asked, raising the gun towards harley.

"you don't scare me, you probably don't even know how to fire a gun. pussy" she smirked, finding amusement in the situation.

"harls i don't think he's playing" you told her, but she didn't seem to take notice as she carried on teasing the man.

"aww, do you feel like a big boy now you have a weapon? i bet there isn't any bullets in there, or its fake. you're pathe-"

you cut her off, by pushing her out of the way in a panic. seconds later, you fell to the floor in a giant amount of pain coming from your stomach. you winced and groaned as you laid on the pavement. the man seemed shocked and scared that he actually shot someone, so he ran off, leaving you and harley.

"no, no, no, no" harley kept repeating as she fell to her knees next to you.

she took off her jacket and held it against your wound, you would've smiled at the gesture if you weren't in pain as you knew that was her favourite jacket and she hated getting it dirty never mind stained. tears fell down her cheeks, as well as yours as you began to feel light headed. your eyes soon began closing and opening as harley kept shaking you awake.

"keep them eyes open y/n... don't you die on me, you're not allowed to die! what am i supposed to do without you huh?" she cried, as she pulled out her phone.

she quickly dialled a number, as she pressed harder on the jacket making you wince slightly. she gave you a sympathetic look as she wiped the tears from her cheeks.

"ivy! i n-need your help please! it's y/n, she's hurt.. please hurry, we're outside [ random restaurant name ]" she cried into the phone, before thanking ivy and hanging up.

"help's coming y/n, just please keep those pretty eyes open"

you tried your best, but you just couldn't help it. you were exhausted, and soon.. sleep took over you. the last thing you heard was the cries of harley begging you to open your eyes.

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you winced, as your eyes adjusted to the bright lights. you looked around, not knowing where you were or how you got here. you tried sitting up but quickly let out a wince in pain, as you laid back down. you lifted up the tshirt you were wearing, which you noticed had been changed, and noticed a scar across your stomach which still looked sore. you scrunched your eyes in both pain and confusion as you tried to figure out where you were.

the door to the room opened making you jump slightly, but you soon relaxed as you realised it was just harley who had walked in. she looked upset and sleep deprived, as her was shoved up into two separate buns and she wore some baggy clothes. she looked over to where you laid and gasped in surprise, before she sped over to you and pulled you in for a hug. you winced, as she accidentally leant on your scar making her instantly pull away in concern, though there was still a large smile across her face.

"i'm so happy you're awake puddin! i was so scared, ivy said you might be asleep for a couple of months! are you okay? do you need anything to eat? drink?" she asked you, moving hair away from your face.

"no.. i'm fine, just confused. what happened?" you asked her, though you were grateful for her concerns.

"we were out on a date and some lowlife shot you! don't worry doll, as soon as i find he's gonna be wishing he was the one that got shot last night" she informed you, rubbing your hand.

you smiled at the woman in front of you, wondering how you got so lucky. you were always harley's number one priority, no matter what.

"i love you" you told her, making her laugh at the sudden statement.

"i love you too silly"