Haylee Quinn

Chapter Nine - Puddin...g

J left so I could get changed real quick, though it took me a while to get him to leave. He wanted me to get changed in front of him, ew!

I put on a white mid drift that has a red smile printed on it, a pair of half red half black skinny jeans and one red one black converse. I'm actually starting to like the whole 'red and black' style, it really suits me. What am I saying, of course it suits me. It suited Harley amazingly.

I walked into the bathroom and brushed my hair, leaving to fall over my shoulders. I am up for the pink and blue hair, just not up for the childish pig tails. I used to wear pigtails, when I was five that is. I used to look cute with them, now I'm not so sure.

Out of curiosity I opened the top of the draw of the sink, it is filled with most makeup I've ever seen in the whole world. I closed it and opened the second draw, girl stuff. Closed that one and opened the bottom draw, red, black, pink and blue hair dye.

Well that's interesting to know, I'll keep that in mind. I nodded at my discovery and left the bathroom. J must have got some of his men to get rid of the bodies that were on my floor, cause now they're gone and there's no blood anywhere. I then left the room and headed downstairs.

Three henchmen were sitting on the couch in the living room watching the news on tv. One had a beer in his hand, and the other two had cigars. Eh gross. I looked over at the screen to see the reporter lady was standing outside the bank we robbed.

"Yesterday at around 12 am The Joker and what looked to be Harley Quinn robbed Gotham bank. It was believed that eighteen months ago Harley Quinn was shot dead, so we are left to believe that The Joker has already replaced her-"

Suddenly there was a loud bang and a bullet hole was shot smack bang in the middle of the tv. I turned to look behind me to see J aiming his gun at the tv, and angry expression on his face.

He turned and walked back into the kitchen, not even looking at me.  I followed him in and decided to make myself some breakfast.

I searched around for some food, but all i could find was a bowl of different fruits. Fruit salad it is then. I grabbed an apple, banana and some strawberries and cut them up, then putting them in a bowl.

I stood at the bench across from J eating my breakfast. He was sitting at one of the stools with papers scattered all over the bench in front of him.

He didn't even say a word to me, he didn't even acknowledge my presence. Once i finished my food i walked around behind him and tried to peek over his shoulder to see what he was doing.

"Noisiness will get you  killed in this house doll face." He said blankly, still staring down at the papers.

"What is all that?"

"None of your business Haylee." He snapped at me, lifting his head to look at me.

I flinched at his sudden actions. I nodded slowly and walked out of the room. I heard him calling my name but i ignored him. Big mistake. Very big mistake.

"Haylee!" He aggressively grabbed my arm  and spun me around to look at him. 

"When i call you, you answer. Got it?!" He shouted in my face.

I tried tugging my arm out of his grip but he was too strong. Doing this though only made him grip harder. Okay now it hurts.

"J you're hurting me." I whispered, doubt he heard me though.

"I don't care. You answer when i call you, understand!" He shouted again.

"Okay i get it! now let go it hurts." I shouted back, punching his arm.

He instantly let go and I took two steps away from him. I looked down at my arm which was already turning purple from the bruise appearing. How dare he!

He looked down at my arm then back up at me. I looked up at him and took another step away from him as he took a step towards me. I shook my head and turned to run up to my room.

I heard him call out my in a much softer tone and I cautiously stopped. I slowly turned to look at him, and to my surprise he was standing right in front of me.

As he lifted his hand to caress my cheek I slapped his hand away and ran up to my room. I really don't care right now, but he can't just do that.

He can't think that I'll just forgive him for hurting me that easily, nuh uh. I ran up to my room and slammed the door shut behind me, locking it instantly. I heard him follow me up and wait outside the door, but I ignored him.

I walked over to the bed and flopped down, a few tears escaping my eyes. I seriously can't take this anymore. I want to go home, back to my normal life. But I know that's not possible, I mean just look at me.

I'm covered in tattoos and my skin and hair is bleached, so no more normal for me. I closed my eyes in hoping to fall asleep, in which eventually after about twenty minutes I did.

I woke up after having this weird dream. I looked normal again, and J did too. We were just sitting together as a couple, then out of nowhere someone shot him and killed him. I woke up with a tear running down my cheek.

Why the heck would I be crying about that?! If anything they would be tears of joy. But it was just a dream so yea. I looked over at the clock, 3:26 pm. Damn I slept for a while. I wonder what the hyenas are up to.

I got out of bed and unlocked the door and opened it. As I was about to step out I noticed something on the floor. A small tub of chocolate pudding with a note on the lid. I know who this is from, and the meaning behind it all.

I'm aware of the nickname Harley had for J, and I'm not the biggest fan of it. Puddin is usually the nickname you give a man you're absolutely crazy about. In Harley's case yes, me... definitely not.

Although... I really really do like chocolate pudding.

I bent over and picked up the tub and removed the note from the lid. I read the note silently in my head a couple of times, trying to make out whether he was lying or not.

Uh listen doll face, I'm really sorry about yelling at you and hurting you. I'm not the best at apologies, so please take this gift. I need to tell you something important, so come meet me in my office.
Yours always
-J

Wait, hold on a minute here. Did he just apologise to me? What the heck? That's so not like the Joker I know. But hey I'm not complaining.

I don't want to piss him off any more than he already is, and his apology seems somewhat sincere. So I decided to go meet him in his office. What could possibly go wrong.