A Crazy Love

Relapse | Ch. 19

Joker's P.O.V.

I woke up late the next morning, greeted with bright rays of sunlight through our window. I heard the shower turning on, and assuming it was Harley, I went downstairs to go get ready. I went down to the kitchen, nodding slightly to my men as I made my way there. I got into one of the many kitchen cabinets, grabbing a bag of the coffee we always got. As soon as I opened it, I was greeted with the sweet smell of coffee beans.
"Ah, heaven on earth" I mumbled to myself with a small smile. I walked over to our coffee machine, pouring in some hot water, and let the coffee brew. It wouldn't take very long, but I was just wasting time if I sat doing nothing. I walked back upstairs to our bedroom, and rummaged through our closet for one of my shirts. I grabbed some black jeans, and a white button-up shirt. I got dressed, and as soon as I walked by the mirror, I heard the water turn off.
  I laughed slightly to myself as I heard Harley humming quietly; one of her small habits. She always sang when she was in the shower, good, bad, or indifferent, I loved her little quirk.
   She got out, a towel wrapped around herself as she stepped into the bedroom. "Hey! I thought you'd still be asleep," she said with a smile. I returned her grin and laughed slightly. "How could I be with your acoustics?" I teased. Her face turned paler, and she looked nervous. "You heard that? Was it that bad? Oh god I-" she trailed off, looking suddenly depressed and ashamed of herself. "Hey, hey, Harley look at me." I said as I slowly walked towards her, lifting her chin up with my hand. "It was beautiful." I purred.
   Her smile slowly returned as she looked deep into my eyes. She saw everything. Anything that was left of myself. Anything left of what I used to be, and everything of the man I am; belonged to her. How can one person be so perfect...
   "Do you want some coffee?" I asked quickly, trying to cover up the daze I was in. "Yeah, coffee sounds amazing right now." She said with a smile. I nodded and went back downstairs, leaving her to get dressed in our room. I went back into the kitchen, and got down two coffee mugs from the cabinets. I poured us both some coffee, putting vanilla creamer into hers. I smiled to myself as I though of her, and her little routines; and how much of a perfectionist she is.
I finished pouring our coffee, grabbed the mugs, and went back upstairs. Not only was Harley fully ready, but when I first walked in, I was greeted with an intense glare. "What. Do you think. You're. Doing?!" She snapped as soon as I walked in. I stared at her in confusion, having no clue what she could be talking about. "Harley, we haven't fought in so long. Please, don't make me mad. You know I can't control myself when this happens," I said as I set down the coffees on my nightstand.
"Well, maybe, I want you to get mad!" She spat furiously.
What was she thinking?! I had been nothing but good to her for the last week!!

Well, put her back in her place, then.
Show her who the boss is.
Show her you own her.

I felt a huge, evil, smile creeping into my face, and I couldn't stop my hands from balling into fists.

She just needs a reminder. Something to help her remember who's in charge.

I calmly walked towards her, setting a calm illusion. Her furrowed brow slowly straightened back out, and I lightly caressed my hand over her cheek. I slunk my hand down to her chin, gripping it firmly. I laughed maniacally; finding the image of her smooshed face comical. I released my hand, brushing a hair back from her forehead that had fallen. "Look, Puddin', I didn't really mea-"

She never got to finish. I back-handed her across the face, my hand stinging from the strong impact. I watched her stumble backwards slightly, gasping.

"WHAT MADE YOU THINK YOU CAN TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!?"

She looked at me in horror.
You asked for it...
I walked quickly towards her, towering over her shorter frame.
"I'VE JUST BEEN TOO NICE, HUH?! YOU THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH ANYTHING NOW?! WAKE UP HARLEY. YOU'RE MINE."

She stared at me in shock and horror. I watched as she slowly slid the ring off of her finger, tears rolling down her face.

"I've always been yours." She said shakily.

"But maybe that was my mistake."

She threw the ring onto the floor, storming out of the room.

Leaving me panting, ball-fisted, and filled with regret.

This hurt so much to write!!!
Will they fix their current issue, or will they have to be done for good??