Madhouse

#17 Harley Quinn/ Motel Vibez

We won.

I mean we always have, and always will. It was no surprise to us that just by usin' three guns we got outta Arkham unharmed.

Well maybe a little harmed.

Enough ta remember the cause but not enough to cry about.

However many hours ago it had been, when we'd first arrived at the motel to wait both soakin' wet from tha bitter rain outside and spattered with blood, I still felt a little shy around my man. He looked so sexy, and yet so sorta vulnerable at the same time. He was stridin' around the small room with his hair plastered down over his forehead, thin limbs tremblin' with adrenaline and cold.

By the time I took all of ma clothes off and was left in my black bra and panties puddin' was sitttin' in an armchair across from me and was readin' some sorta article.

I smiled weakly and climbed into bed takin' a Cosmo magazine with me ta read over carefully.

Discretely I gazed at him observin' his facial features very carefully.

It was odd ta me that most people didn't understand how beautiful he really was. With his fake tan nearly worn off and his pale slender face and jaw clenchin' every time he read somethin' he didn't like, like right now. The way his eyebrows twitched when he didn't understand somethin'...everyone only noticed the psychotic laugh, the crazed eyes and the boney slim figure he possessed. They didn't see the fullness of his red lips and the way his eyes looked at you under his long black eyelashes, weather it was because he was mad or in a good mood.

I've learnt to be quite decreet about those sorta things and not tell him, he would be very unhappy cause he said it made him feel weak, not like he was, on the contrary he was strong and powerful.

Maybe even intimidatin' at times.

He licked his lips and stood up walkin' over to the bathroom ignorin' me completely, his frustrated hands runnin' through his green hair.

"Mistah J?" I lay on my stomach my butt pushed out and my two ponytails still in tact.

"Not now Harley!" He grumbled, "I'm gonna take a shower." He slammed the door shut makin' me jolt up a bit.

"Can I come?" I shouted back smilin' widely and droppin' the magazine down.

"No!" His husky voice echoed as the water was turned on.

I rolled my eyes and plopped back down on the bed crulin' up into a ball bored outta my mind.

Bored. Bored. Bored.

Huffin' I went back to readin' the magazine that I had probably read over like five times now.

Fashion. Fashion. Fashion.

Ew.

I wasn't in the mood fer that at all, tired and bored outta my mind and the fact that the police were searchin' fer us didn't help one tiny bit.

Layin' back down on my stomach made me feel sleepy but I kept my eyes wide open. Maybe we could-

Scratch that!

No but we could try and-

Shut up!

I shook my head vigorously, the voices were back and it wasn't somethin' I was lookin' forward to.

The door creaked open and I gasped at the sight.

My puddin' was standin' in the door way with a white fluffy towel wrapped around his waist displayin' his eight pack and muscular toned body. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his crotch and he growled lowly makin' me snap outta it. His fingers ran through his messy green hair and he smacked his lips as he made his way towards the wardrobe.

Slowly and carefully I took out my two hair bubbles and let my hair fall to my shoulders as I observed him put on some black boxers a smile on my face.

He turned around his hair still drippin' wet and that was when I realized he had a scar across his chest. I hadn't seen it before cause it was probably new.

"Pud?" I sat up straight coverin' myself with the sheets feelin' naked when he stared at me that way.

"Your hair?" He said sternly his eyes borin' into mine as he still stood next to the wardrobe.

I knew I didn't let my hair down usually cause I didn't like it that way but if he didn't like either  I'd tie it back up.

"S-sorry..." I trailed off and reached for a hair bubble.

"S-sorry?...sorry!" He mumbled immitatin' me as he made his way towards the bed. "Why sorry?" He exhaled loudly.

I didn't know what to say as he climbed under the sheets with me.
"I like it." He mumbled once again lyin' down and turnin' away from me.

I gasped, he never gave compliments out just like that.

"Thanks." I smiled softy observin' him tryin' to sleep.

I watched over his sleepin' body. His hips wrapped in dirty white sheets his chest was bare, smeared lipstick on his face and scratches on his chest with that big evident scar.

"Stop staring at me Harley!" He grumbled as he gave me a shove that sent me off the bed.

A/n
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