Harley Quinn x Reader Imagines

Chapter 3: Christmas Eve

Warning: Angst, Death and Lots of Curses

You bury your head on the scarf wrapped around your neck, the winter air in Midway City is too much to bear for you.  You go to the nearest Starbucks and ordered yourself a hazelnut latte. 

As you wait you sat on a booth, alone.  You look out the window and saw children and people, smiling happily as if nothing else mattered in the world.  You rest your arms on the couch's top and crossed your legs as you felt that familiar feeling in your heart.  Envy.  It was Christmas Eve and you had no one to spend it with.  You had no roommate, well you used to have but-

"Ms. (Y/N)?" your name was called out by a barista and you raised your hand midway to help hin pinpoint where you were.  The man hurriedly went to you and then left, tending to the other customers.

You stared at the latte in front of you, feeling the tears blur your eyes.  Before it even fell you looked up to push it back up your tear ducts as you breath rapidly.  You just had to remember her huh? Even the slightest mention of your ex could make you suffer a lot.

No one broke it off.  There was just no closure and from what you can see all over the news, she has someone else now.  So you just let her be.  She is no other than the Queen of Gotham City, Joker's beau, Harley Quinn.

She's differed over the one year she left.  She became more socializing and famous with her craft.  She became more beautiful with her blonde hair halved in two, the ends dyed with pink and blue, respectively.  She became a psycho, a total wild card and Joker's best henchman.

The last time you saw her she was still as soft as a stuff toy...then shit happened.

(Flashback)

"How's work Harleen?" you ask, twirling your spoon in the bowl of choco pops.  She gave no answer and just stared dreamily at nothing.

She has been difficult to talk to lately.  She's always spazzed out, she refused to go on a date with you, watch movies with you (which you always do by the way), cuddle and she also stopped whispering sweet nothings on your ear before you sleep.  This was not Harleen Quinzel. 

You took her hand and twirled her fingers with yours and you said, "Babe, are you okay?"

She snaps out of her daze and too excitedly answered you, "Oh! I'm fine (Y/N)." she smiles.  You frown.

"What happened to 'puddin''?"

She does not give an answer so you decided to ask another one.  Pulling out a figure wrapped in white cloth you ask, "What is this doing in our home?"

Her eyes widened, knowing full well that that was the machine gun Joker had ask her three days ago for.

"Where did you find that?"

"Under our bed."

She glares at you and takes the gun away from you.  "This is none of your business."

"Is this about Joker?" her mouth quivers, confirming her answer.

"You've been talking about him more and more lately-"

"He's just a patient." she assures you but you could see from her eyes that there was more to it.

"Just a patient and yet you're sneaking a bloody machine gun to him." you mutter under your breath but Harleen heard it.  She slams her fist on the table.

"He's just a patient! I'm trying to cure him! God (Y/N), can you not be a jealous bitch and cooperate with me?" you were startled by her raised voice.  She notices you were quivering in fear and her eyes softens.  She brings a palm on your face, caressing your cheek.  You close your eyes, enjoying the affection.