A Crazy Love

The Abuse | Ch.4

Harley's P.O.V.

There's something so satisfying about watching Mistah J cause some mayhem. Especially if I get to play, too! Mayhem is always more fun with Mistah J. Well yeah, but sometimes I wish we could just stay home. We're criminals! We don't "stay home"! We cause havoc for all of Gotham! True, but I guess anytime spent with My Puddin' is time well-spent! "Harley?"  Mistah J interrupted the voices. "Yes Puddin'?" I said. We were now walking out of the gates, over to the helicopter. "You know I love you, right?" He asked, stopping me and facing directly towards me. "Yeah, Mistah J. I know ya love me. And I love you too!" I said as I lightly kissed him. He laughed a little, but it mixed with a low growl. You have such a nice laugh, Puddin'!  "So you know, that I only hurt you sometimes, because I want you to know that you're MINE, right?"   "Yeah Puddin' I know" I replied I little weaker. Mistah J got mean when I messed up, or when he got angry. He nodded at my response, and we got in the helicopter.  We went home, laughing about how scared the guy was, and how pathetic  he would look when they found him. If they find him.. We let that place BURN! HAHAHAHAHAH   We flew the last bit of the way home in silence. There wasn't anything to talk about after about 10 minutes anyway. Eventually,we got to the warehouse,  dropped off the helli, and got in the car to drive home. We laughed a little during the car ride as we shot pedestrians that were walking to slow, or cops that tried to pull us over. That ride was fun. HAHAHAHAHHAHAH!!  We finally got home and we stepped out of the car. I ran up to the house and ran to see my babies. As soon as I opened the door I was tackled in a frenzy of licks and barks. "Mama's home, babies!" I squealed happily. Mistah J just stood in the doorway of their room, watching with a small smile.

Joker's P.O.V.

I couldn't help but smile as she was bombarded with puppy love. She always talked about wanting babies, but obviously, we couldn't settle down JUST YET. After a couple minutes they got off and she sat down normally, petting them lightly and stroking their fur. She smiled the whole time, seeming fully content. This girl is bad news for you, Joker. Yeah! She gave you a pet name! What the heck does  "Puddin" even mean?!? SHUT UP! STOP IT! I CAN STILL BE CRAZY AND EVIL AND STILL LOVE HER! Prove it... you can't hurt her. You won't do it. I CAN AND I WILL! SHE WILL STILL LOVE ME. WATCH THIS!! I walked over to Harley and grabbed her by the shoulders. I lifted her off the ground and kissed her deeply. She needed to still love me after this was over. The voices told me to. I HAVE to do it. "I'm so sorry, Honey," I said in a low voice, breaking the kiss. "What for, Puddin'?" She said in a small voice, her smile still in her face. She doesn't think any thing's going to happen. Goddddd..... I slapped her across the face. "You've been verryyy baddd...." I said in a low growl. Dragging out the words. "Wh-what did I do M-Mistah J-J?" She said shakily. She was scared. Gooodddd..... the voices purred inside my head. My green hair had fallen in front of my face. I let it hang there as to scare her even more. Make us proud... keep going... The voices kept saying. I couldn't resist. I wasn't physically able to stop myself. I kicked her in her stomach and she screamed. I can't do this. She didn't do anything wrong. "You did something... awfullll."   She was confused now. WHY AM I DOING THIS. UUGGHHHHH!!!  GET OUT OF MY HEAD!! LET ME STOP! WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME DO THIS?!?!?  Because you're a villain. You can stop now. Stop now. She's had enough. Agreed  "MISTAH J PLEASE. STOP." She yelled helplessly. My head cleared. "HARLEY!!"   I fell to the ground, lifting  her slowly, as to not hurt her. "Y-you... why, Puddin'?"   Tears welled up in my eyes.  "Harls... I love you... please, it was just -- the voices. They made me! They kept going, and going. I wasn't even in control!"  I rambled helplessly. I couldn't let her think that was ME. It was those STUPID VOICES IN MY HEAD!! ITS YOUR FAULT!!!!!   Don't blame us.... you made us....   "Puddin'?"   She snapped me out of them again.  "Yes, Harley?"   "Whatever I did wrong, I'm sorry."  She said with tears rolling down her face. I looked at her eyes. They were beautiful, and too perfect to be crying. "You didn't do anything Harley dear. It was all my fault." I trailed off, but made sure I didn't break the eye contact at any point. She jumped and I caught her, making sure to not  let her fall. She wrapped her legs around my waist so she could keep balance, and wrapped her arms around my neck loosely. "I love you, Mistah J.  No matter what you could do to me, I will always love you. I went crazy for you. And I would do it all over again."  A tear rolled down my cheek and I kissed her. She kissed back and we stood there for a little while, our tears mixing at the bottoms of our faces. There's nothing you can say, to make me stop loving her. Nothing. The voices didn't say anything back. We stood and let passion, love, hurt, and insanity wrap us in their arms and never let go. And neither did we.