Gotham High: Harley & Joker [COMPLETED]

Chapter 32: Back

Harley's P.O.V:

I felt pretty good now that I knew Joker was paying at least some attention to me. I skipped down the hallway back to the dorm. When I got there I unlocked it and went to change into something more me. I got the clothes and went in the restroom.

I changed into red leggings that were just to my knees and a red t-shirt with a smile on it, full, cherry red lips with sparkling white teeth. It was loose so it showed my black tank top underneath. I put my hair into a ponytail. Once I was done I got out my phone and went to sit on my bed.

As I sat on it I felt like I was being watched. I looked around. No one. I went back to my phone. Suddenly I felt hands on my throat. My eyes widened and I let out a strangled cry.

"Shut up, you bimbo!" Joker's rough voice growled. I instantly shut my mouth, my hands covering it. He let go and I spun to face him, backing up a little.

He was smirking still. His gorgeous eyes gleaming. I gulped.

"Whaddaya want?!" I asked shakily, and letting my accent become more pronounced.

He smiled fully now, his permanent smile stretching across his face, ear to ear.

"I liked Harley." Was all he said.

"What? But.. I am Harley. Does that mean you still like me?" I asked, the hope clear in my voice.

"No." He frowned. My hope vanished and I frowned too.

"But you just said-" He cut me off.

"Yes, I said I liked Harley. But your not Harley. Not truly. You still have Harleen in you. And your her again right now."

"I-I am?" I asked.

He sighed in annoyance and I felt bad. "Yes. You are."

"I-Im sorry... about.... about when I.... I slapped you. I'm really sorry, P-" I stopped when I remembered the last time I called him Puddin to his face.

"Yes. Well, you better be." He muttered darkly. "But like a good girl, you've learned from that experience, right?" He added.

"Yes! Definitely! I won't ever do that again!" I swore.

"Good." And he patted my head. I didn't mind that he just patted me like a dog, instead I grinned.

"Now that your going to be good again and do whatever I say, and I saw the 'not boring Harleen' part of you, we can get back to business."

Business? What did he mean by that? I thought he hated school work. Di-

My thoughts were cut off as he quickly pecked me on the lips. It wasn't much but it left me quivering with delight.

I smiled. "What now, Puddin?" I bit my tongue when I realized what I just said. He stiffened a little but just said,

"Don't ask questions, Pooh." And he left. I breathed out in relief.

And I followed him. I would always follow him. No matter where he went. I would be there for him, even when no one else was. I knew I would.

He led me outside and to the gate. Again, it was locked. He climbed over it again, and so did I. And like last time, the alarm sounded inside the school. A blaring, horrible sound that I'm sure everyone could here from a mile away. Again, he grabbed my wrist and we ran.

I laughed as we ran. Ahhh, how I lived and missed that of adrenaline as I ran with my Puddin away from our cage. Of course, we would go back to our cage to be imprisoned once more, then, we would escape again. And again. And again. We reached a street with shops of all kinds. I blinked and beamed up at him. Nothing could make me unhappy right now.

Or so I thought.