tears of an angel jokerxharley

the saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound

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Harley stood in shock, her fingers grazing over her lips lightly. She couldn't say she hadn't been expecting it (because deep down she knew she had) but it didn't make it any more unsurprising. She looked around quickly, watching to determine if any of J's men or anyone for that matter had seen anything. Luckily the street seemed to be empty and she exhaled, relived.

She pulled the jacket around her shoulders and cleared her throat as she walked back towards the club.

Although she enjoyed the kiss, she didn't want Pamela like that. She didn't have the same burning passion that she kept for him. It was different. He made her feel so...he just made her feel. Sometimes she was so numb to everything around her, running her fingers over wounds just to feel herself flinch. Buy with him, everything was electric. It was like seeing in black and white for her whole life until he came and stood beside her. Then everything suddenly exploded into colour. It was amazing, she had never felt anything like it. And she definitely didn't feel that way with Ivy.

Pamela made her relax, she brought her back to reality. She was safe, until she felt like Harley needed to be taught a lesson. At least with J she could tell when the blows were coming, she could feel them on her skin and know why they were there. Ivy was volatile. The words she spat at her, cutting deep into her her pride caused Harley to cry more than any of J's beatings. No one made her feel more worthless than Ivy did, but no one built her up more either. It was all very confusing sometimes.

But as much as Harley loved her, it wasn't the same love. It wasn't who she was, what she wanted. And it killed her inside that she couldn't make her closest ally happy.

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He was furious. Whether it was at her or at Pamela, it didn't matter. All her could feel was the blood pumping through his veins, the hot throbbing, pounding rage which consumed entire being. How dare Ivy fucking touch her. She belonged to him, she was his property. And to even try and claim her wasn't just a disrespect to him, it could be detrimental to his image, his business, not to mention it could give Harley the wrong idea, it could give her options. Options which she was not permitted to have.

He wanted her to fight with him, so he could have the satisfaction of taking her down publicly. In front of Harley, in front of the club, in front of everyone! She wasn't supposed to walk out of her own accord! She was not supposed to win!

Harley pulled the fur up as she reentered the building. She heard J before she saw him, the lounge toppled over in his rage. The door was open so she could look at him from the entrance and they locked eyes when he looked up at her, the small, fur clad mess catching his attention easily. She was afraid, he could see it in her eyes. The way her fingers twisted in the fir made him see red. She was his, not Ivy's, and seeing her in that coat just made Harley look like her bitch. How could she parade around in front of everyone like that, her underwear clinging to her pale skin, exposing herself to everyone.

"Harley" he growled. "Come here."

She shivered at his tone but nodded, hurrying up to the room.

"Close that fucking door behind you" he spat.

She did so obediently, staring at the wood for a moment before slowly turning around so she was facing him, but her gaze was submissively on the floor. He approached her quickly and punched the door beside her head, causing her to flinch and move away slightly. He noticed her movements and grabbed her chin harshly.

"You scared?" he hissed. "You scared of me Harley?"

She looked up at him and shook her head once before lowering her gaze back to the floor.

"No."

He reached out and tore the coat off of her shoulders, causing a small whimper to escape her lips.

"And you dare to run around like this?!" he yelled, spinning around and flipping the table in a rage. Harley's brow furrowed.

"B-But you said to take it off, you sai-"

"Enough!" he growled.

His tone was meditated and calm now. Harley preferred it when he was yelling at her. She didn't like the cold haze which had settled over his eyes. It made her nervous. Carefully she snaked her arm behind her and tried to twist the doorknob open.

"Its no use doll" The Joker drawled. "Its bolted. I bolted it."

She inhaled and nodded. She let her hands rest by her sides, looking closely at the carpet. When had that bloodstain gotten there? Was it hers?

"I'll prove to her I can be a father" he growled as he approached her with a wolfish grin. "Isn't that right Harley Girl?"

Sh looked up just as she realised what was happening.

"No!" she cried as he grabbed her waist roughly and threw her onto the overtired couch, pinning her beneath him. He kissed her feverishly and Harley could feel her body begin to respond to his touch a his hands continued to roam her body, as his lips crushed against hers.

She felt him struggling with his belt and her body froze. She didn't want this, not tonight. She feebly attempted to push him off of her, forcing her legs closed. He pushed them apart easily, but struggled with the buttons of his pants.

"No!" Harley cried again as she propelled herself backwards on the tipped couch, causing it to rock unstably and push him away from her. He growled angrily and watched her carefully.

"Not like this" she said softly, but her voice had a certain edge to it. He knew she wasn't just playing hard to get, not tonight. "I'm not having a baby out of spite, I'm not doing this with you so you can prove a point!"

He walked forward and backhanded her hard across the face. It sent her spiralling to the floor, her body hunched and cheek red from the sheer force of his hand.

She didn't look up at him for an explanation, remaining still on the floor. She had disrespected him, this was a fair punishment. She was lucky this was all he was prepared to do to her. Tonight at least.

He saw the coat on the floor and picked it up, throwing it at her.

"We're leaving. Get up." he said coldly.

She nodded and sniffed, picking herself up and wiping away the tears. She wrapped the coat around her shoulder sand stood behind him. He threw open the door and stormed out, Harley hurrying behind him. He quickly found his car among the others and climbed in, Harley silently seating herself in the passenger seat.

They sped home, the drive silent apart from Harley's occasional sniff or whimper, followed by a growl from him, a warning for her to be quiet, which she heeded as best she could.

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Harley slept alone that night, the space beside her in the bed noticeably empty beside her. She longed to feel it dip with his weight as he climbed in beside her and kissed her shoulder tenderly, holding her close. But alas, that never happened, it would never happen.

Occasionally she reached out, hoping to feel the ghost of someone there, to touch skin, to have someone to at least be with in the darkness. But all she felt was the empty cold sheets. She wished someone, anyone was there to lay beside her.

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