Take It Easy [Negan X Harley Quinn]

Thirty Six

Harley stood under the warm, harsh spray of the shower for a long time. The more blood she scrubbed from her skin, the more that surfaced. Water ran red for the longest time, congealed blood circling the drain as she scrubbed her scalp thoroughly.

Her eyes forced closed, the thought of her slaughtering all the girls still very fresh in her mind. She hummed lowly, running her nails along her scalp as the thought started to turn sour, the festering smell of blood and innards seeping into her conscious moment. The more she thought of it, the more she imagined how much Mr. J would've loved it.

His boots sloshing in the congealing plasma, kicking at whatever was strewn about. Harley tried to shake the thought away, only to feel cold air rush against her side as the door slid open. Hey eyes shot open as her mouth did, red tinted water cascading from bottom lip in a gasp.

"Peach..." Negan spoke softly, reaching out to caress Harley's wet cheek.

Her lashes were weighed down with water as she peered down Negan's body, a thick, coarse patch of chest hair calling to be touched. She reached to curl her fingers through it and Negan held her hand there to let her feel his heart beat.

"I-I'm sorry....about your girls." She whimpered, more upset that he would care collectively about the other girls as he did her.

Negan sighed, refusing to say anything as he let go of Harley's hand.

"Scoot." He nodded, reaching to undo his pants and drop them to the floor.

Harley did as she was told, moving towards the spray of the shower head while Negan stepped in close to her. He towered over her, combing his hair back with his damp fingers before gently scrubbing along Harley's back.

"N-Negan..." She spoke up, her hands cradled together as Negan's hands roamed down the curve of her back before circling her waist.

"Those girls meant nothing to me, Harley. They're worth more dead than alive..,but that kind of bloodshed is damn near personal. And we lost Daryl too?" He curled his arms around his considerably less bloody girl and leaned into her ear, "This ain't lookin' good for us."

Harley sighed wearily, hiding her shaky breath by pressing her cheek to Negan, "I-I know, puddin. I'm sorry, I couldn't stop it."

He hummed lowly, his lips lined up to her earlobe with a gentle tug, "We'll get 'em next time around. And tomorrow, that quack's gonna fry."

Harley hid the surprise on her face by pressing her lips together; the two wasted the warm water in silence before Harley decided she was clean enough. She stepped out of the shower, wringing her now red stained hair on the floor before walking to the bedroom.

She chose to ignore the bloody cuffs still on the radios, knowing that if she saw Daryl again, she'd make it her personal vendetta to strike him down. Negan remained in the shower, scrubbing his own scalp with little soap as Harley searched the room for something to wear.

Harley woke up to Negan gone. She glanced around the room, noticing the spare change of clothes laid out for her as her old garments were probably disposed of. As she got dressed, Harley peeked through the double doors to see Dwight and two others scrubbing the place clean.

She made her way through the doors, avoiding the Saviors' looks before descending the stairs to see Negan and his Salvation population giving their own version of justice. He held the hot iron in the fire while everyone gathered around the bound and gagged doctor.

"And there...there is my queen, doc. You almost killed her too, and we can't have a threat like that around." Negan pointed up to his fiancée as he brought the iron out.