SUICIDE SQUAD //ONESHOTS {REQUESTS OPEN}

There for you. ((Harley Quinn x Reader))

WARNINGS: Mentions of abuse, some sensitive subject matter and sadness (If any of these thngs trigger, or make you uncomfortable to read, please feel free to sit this one out.)

NOTES: Now, before we start I'd like to say, can we please not start a war over whether the Joker and Harley have an abusive relationship? I'd like this book to be about the characters and the reader, and not debating about this topic. I personally, view it as an abusive relationship, due to personal experience in that sort of area, but I really wish it wasn't abusive. So, please, can we not do that and all be a Squad together? (Of course, if you ship Harley and Mistah J, that's your thing, you do you, Puddin'!) But, all that aside, enjoy the oneshot!

You pressed the popcorn button on the microwave. You were having a (Favorite Series) marathon, and wanted a little snack before getting started. You leaned against the counter, picking your phone up and checking your notifications.

The door belle rang, suddenly.

You jumped, almost dropping your phone, due to the noise. Who the heck could be here at this time of night. You quickly ran to your room, grabbing the Baseball bat your friend Harley had given you and approached the door.

Slowly you opened the door to see a soaking wet Harley Quinn standing on your front porch.

Her hair was matted in her two signature pigtails, makeup and tears mixed with the cold rain poured down her face like a dripping watercolor painting. Her bottom lip was busted open and bleeding, her usually bright blue eyes faded and red from crying. A bit of blood trickled from her nose to meet her red lips, a blue-black bruise spread across the left side of her forehead.

Her legs were bruised and open wounds dripped blood down her pale legs. Her arms were so badly bruised, you could barely see any of her own flesh under the black and blue wounds.

You gasped at the sight of the usually bubbly and happy clown girl standing before you.

"Harley?" You asked. Harley's eyes filled with tears as she let out a sob, leaping forward and wrapping her arms around you as she cried into your shoulder. You gently wrapped your arms around her as well, gently rubbing her back through her soaking wet shirt.

You pulled her inside, sat her down on the couch and let her cry.

"What happened?" You asked as soon as you felt she was calm enough to speak.

"M-Mistah J d-don't love me n-no more." She sniffled.  You felt your heart shatter.

"What did he do to you?" You asked angrily. Harley stared at the floor, pushing a strand of wet hair behind her ear.

"He hit me so many times..." She breathed, obviously holding back more sobs, "And he said such awful things..."

You were going to kill that sorry excuse for a human being that Harley had called her Puddin'.

You enveloped her into a another huge hug, holding her close. After letting go, you told her to stay where she was and left the room.

You grabbed a pair of (Favorite character) pajama bottoms and a (F/C) T-shirt, a nice fluffy blanket and pillows and returned to the couch. You handed the things to Harley who sniffled out a 'Thank you' and left to go change. Meanwhile, you went into the kitchen.

You poured the popcorn that had been sitting in the microwave into a bowl, and whipped up some hot chocolate.

You took the food and drinks back out to the couch, setting it on the small coffee table. Harley was sitting on the couch, hugging the pillow  while the blanket was pulled over her head like a hood. You handed her the hot chocolate, which she gratefully accepted. You sat down next to her and gave her another little hug.

"Please tell me you'll never go back." You said. Harley gently shook her head, sipping her warm drink.

"Never ever." She said. You looked into her eyes, and saw what was behind them. She still thought that he loved her. You looked at her, and she looked back.

"Promise?" You asked. Harley sniffed and looked at the floor.

She then looked back up at you and smiled softly.

"Promise." She replied. You knew it would take some time, but you could tell that she meant this.

"I just want you to know that no matter what happens, I'll always be there for you." You said. Harley smiled widely.

"You're the best friend a Harley could ever hope for, (Y/N)."