Joker and Harley one shots! (suicide squad)

Carsick

A gross/funny story where Harley gets carsick and j is a sympathy puker. 😂👏🏻 (warning: VERY GROSS!)

J smiled as Harley stroked his thigh, looking out the window of the car as they sped down the highway. They love going out a lot, so Harley was used to his reckless behavior.

"So where tonight, harls?" He asked, keeping his eyes on the road.

She pondered this. "Maybe McDonald's?"

His smile dropped into a bored expression. "You've gotta be kidding me. The one time you pick it's McDonald's." He said glancing at her then the road.

She shrugged and laughed. "Yeah, I'm in the mood for some nuggets!" She said, looking to him.

Suddenly, looking in a different direction didn't do well with her stomach. She quickly turned back to look out the window.

J noticed this and grew skeptical. "You okay darling?" He asked nonchalantly.

"Yeah! I'm good!" She said surely. Although her stomach wasn't agreeing. Stuff like that usually didn't bother her, but now it was.

She tried to ignore it, looking out and smiling. Until her head swam and her brain became a hurricane of dizziness. She tapped the side of the door to try to distract herself. She hated feeling nauseous.

It soon hit her like a ton of bricks. Her heart hammered in her chest and her face became pale.

He glanced at her. "Harley, what's wrong?" He asked quickly. He could see it, he knew what was up but hoped to god he was wrong.

She shook her head slowly, unable to speak through all the saliva that was building up. Her throat started to feel tight and her stomach clenched.

"HARLEY I SWEAR TO GOD." He said, glancing to her over and over.

He hated the sight of someone puking. It didn't bother him if he was far away from the person, but in the car with them in the same sick atmosphere was too much.

The car suddenly became hot and muggy. He needed to calm down.

She threw her hands to her mouth, thinking she was gonna vomit, but only gagged and dry heaved.

"Pull over.." She managed to mumble.

She didn't have to ask twice, he yanked the wheel and pulled into the grass, not caring that he was halfway off the road.

All he could do now was sit and wait. She reached to open the car door but failed, as bitter bile rose up her throat and onto her lap.

He let out a loud disgusted groan and kept his gaze up.

"Haaaaaarley...." He grumbled, as she heaved and continued vomiting all over herself and the car.

Suddenly, he felt her hands on his thighs, gripping tightly. Before he could stop her, there was already vomit being spilled onto his lap. Warm and soaking his pants.

That was enough to send him over the edge. He threw his hands to his mouth, but failed as bile projectiled through his fingers and onto the wheel.

He wiped his mouth and saw Harley dry heaving and giggling in between each wretch.

He put his sleeve on his forehead, taking this whole situation in. He regretted it instantly as his stomach clenched and he threw up the rest of the contents in his stomach.

He spit out the taste in his mouth and looked down at his lap, soaked with half digested food items and stomach acid.

He turned to Harley, who was staring at him wide eyed and smiling a little. But looking pretty fucked.

"What's so funny." He snapped.

"I'm so sorry puddin." She said before erupting into a fit of laughter.

He watched as she laughed it off.

"Is it funny?" He growled, which only made her laugh even more. Despite just getting violently sick she was in a good mood.

He decided he wasn't gonna change her mind so he grumbled and unbuckled himself. "Let's get cleaned up."

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