Joker and Harley one shots! (suicide squad)

Breakup

Joker and Harley break up💔
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The universe has a certain way of doing things. If something was meant to be, then it will be. But if it isn't happening then it wasn't meant to be.

They don't like to follow the universe's rules.

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For days Harley has noticed that j has been withdrawing from her more and more. It hurt, yes. But she kinda liked the space.

She just didn't know why. And a part of her wanted to say she didn't care, but she did. He would ignore her days at a time, and would dismiss her presence when she walked into a room.

But she made sure to give him a taste of his own medicine. She had been ignoring him as well. The two didn't quite know why they were doing this out of nowhere, but they didn't hate it. Or enjoy it. It was just....it.

The days seemed shorter and the nights seemed longer. When they were in bed together, it felt as if the world was slowing down, forcing them to be together in the same room, inches away.

They both laid in bed, half naked and staring at the ceiling. She wondered what he was looking at. Maybe a crack, or a spot, or a bump. But things like that don't make her wonder too much like they used to.

It seems like her interest in him was slowly fading away, and it scared the living shit out of her. She couldn't stop it even if she wanted to. It was just something that had to take its course.

He, on the other hand, was fighting it as much as he could. He would sit awake at night pondering about her and him. If they would last.

It's not like they couldn't. They weren't some high school couple that has a one in a 1000 chance of actually staying together. They were old enough. They could get married and make it final so that they wouldn't have to fight every day to keep their love alive.

It was barely breathing.

He sighed sadly at the ceiling and let his body turn on its side to face her. She didn't have much of a reaction. She glanced at him, and kept her eyes on the ceiling.

"Talk to me." He said finally.

She sucked in a breath and turned her head to him. She knew this could be something disastrous or beautiful. She was hoping for the ladder.

"You know I love you, right?" She said softly, the words spilling off of her tongue, her being used so much and tossed around like a cheap whore, it felt almost dirty saying it.

He felt his stomach drop.

"Yeah..."

"And I would do anything for you, right?"

He sighed and let his heart sting this time. He wasn't gonna fight it. He was too tired. Too tired of fighting for something that's not there anymore.

He let the situation play in his mind, finishing to a destructive ending and a whole lot of tears and heartache. Now all that he was waiting for was for it to become reality.

He swallowed the lump in his throat.

He looked into her baby blues and saw much more than her pitiful words. He saw what she was saying. He saw what she was thinking. And she was thinking the exact same thing he was.