Author's note: Hey! Thank you for 4K! I sososossssoooo much appreciate it. Especially on something I barely update on. I have a question... should I also do joker x reader and Harley x reader on this book? I could also do imagines or those "dating ___ would include" things. Let me know by dropping a comment :) ~Sammy Harley's P.O.V: I bite my bottom lip and open another marker. I've decided after too much time without canine companionship I would go to Mista J and demand that my complaints be heard! I giggle at the thought of me demanding something of my puddin. Kicking my feet I look over the poster I made. "Perfect." I smirk
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I hoist myself up from my position of the floor, and walk down the hallway. Knocking on the door to Mista J's office I say, "Puddin? I gotta talk to you."
A growl can faintly be heard followed by a, "Come in."
I eagerly walk in and close the door behind me. I see him turn his chair to face me. I hang up my poster with a piece of tape I brought. A small smile plays on my lips as I feel his eyes on my almost bare skin. I'm wearing nothing but some red short-shorts, a white and red crop top, and white and red knee socks. My hair placed in usual pigtails. "What is it, Harls?" He seems to b in a bit of a grouchy mood.
I turn around quickly, "Well, puddin, I have a proposition for you!" I wait for some sort of response. He usually answers with some sort of nod or deep, throaty noise. He unurprisingly did that. Everyone thinks Mista J's unpredictable, and I agree. But! I'm a doctor, and his sweetheart. I figured most of him out by now. "I know you've said no before, but I believe getting a pet would not only benifit us in a emotional way, but in a literal way. For example, a four legged friend would not only give us companionship, but it would also be a part of our gang! Animals are very loyal to their owners, and if someone finds our hideout they'd be like our personal alarm system! They can also be trained! The only real downside to this is a youngn' may have some accidents before they're fully trained. But! I can clean that up!" I make my point.
He sighs, "Harley," He drags out my name and some of my hope is crushed. "You know I hate small, fluffy things." He sneers.
I make a puppy face and approach him, "But, Mista J! What if we trained it to attack on command? It could help us catch batsy." I smirk and sit on his lap.
He growls and grabs my booty, "You make a very good point." He admits and connects his lips to mine. I melt into him as always and part my lips so he has access to my mouth. His tounge dances beautifully with mine. I sway my hips just for extra persuasion and he growls. Detaching our lips he whispers in my ear, "But it's still a no, dollface." He takes me off of his lap, "Now get out. Daddy has work to do."
I pout, but know better than to argue with him. I grab my poster and slink out of his office. The taste of defeat.
*time skip to next day*
I wake up to an empty bed, as usual. Since Mista J doesn't sleep too good he wakes up earlier than me and trains, does buisiness, goes out ect. It's when I come to my senses that I hear cackling all the way from downstairs. I sit straight up and throw the satin sheets off of my body. A. Who laughs like that? B. Who is that? Mista J doesn't do buisiness in the house, and the henchmen are never that loud! Especially when I'm sleeping. They know they'd get a bullet between the eyes for waking me from my beauty sleep. Quietly, I get up and grab my bat. I open the door and peer out into the hallway. Nothing. I follow the obnoxious laughing downstairs and squeal when I finally see the culprits. Two perfectly speckled little hyena pups are sitting in my living room laughing their asses off. I throw my bat to the side and run towards them, "Babies!"
Upon scooping them up I notice they both have collars on. Identical red collars. One reads "Bud", and the other "Lou".
"How did you rascals get in here?" I ask in a high-pitched baby voice.
"Do you like them?" I hear the deep voice of Mista J, and turn around.
"Puddin, I don't get it. Did you get me these babies? I thought you didn't want any pets?" I furrowed my eyebrows.
He chuckles, "I lied." He smirks and opens his arms for me. I gently place the pups down and jump into his arms. I passionately kiss him as a thank you, and pull him as close as possible. He pulls away slightly and starts nibbling on my neck before saying, "You had me at help us catch batsy." He jokes. My Joker.
