Take It Easy [Negan X Harley Quinn]

Thirty Seven

Harley watched on as Negan wielded the hot iron to bring justice for his wives. She couldn't help but think that the scene before her was played before.

"Harley, darling..." She heard in her ear, clear as day.

She glanced down to Negan holding his arms out wide, only to get everyone's responses to rally. Looking around her, Harley shook her head, she was hearing things.

"Aren't you a big girl now? Dressing up and parading like a queen..." Harley heard in her ears again, the familiar rasp of a person long gone.

"I knew it wouldn't last for long, love. The old you would finally snap, feeling your attention being wasted on those who don't deserve it."

Harley reached for the bar before her, wringing it in her grasp with a grimace. Still, she shook her head, watching on as Negan finally administered the blow to the doctor's face. The smell of cooked fleshed soon turned sour and burned as the man's hallowed screams filled the salvation.

It caused the hair on the back of Harley's neck to stand on end as she watched on, the doctor's face falling to the floor in a gelatinous heap before Negan's feet. She covered her mouth and nose with her hand, the sight and smell causing her to gag.,

Negan looked up to see Harley flee the area, back into her room. He quickly handed off the iron to Dwight, asserting that he'd know what to do.

Starting up the stairs, he slipped inside of the room and searched for Harley.

"Peach," He called out to the empty room, "Harley?"

No response, not even a hum or squeak.

"Sugar, come on out to me. You know that I'm here for ya." He spoke to the entirety of the room before opening the doors to the bedroom.

Negan raised a brow to the suspect lump under the sheet on the bed, but played it off as he approached it.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are." He teased, his fingers brushing lightly over the sheet.

Harley stifled another gag as she shut her eyes, not ready for Negan to find her. Finally, Negan sat down on the side of the bed and pulled back the sheet to see Harley.

"What is going on with you?" He immediately asked, concerned that his fearless right-hand was getting too caught up.

"I need to make up for losing all those girls," Harley pouted, folding her arm over her eyes.

Negan sighed, resting his hands on either side of his girl with a gentle grin, "You'll get your moment. That doc ain't gonna do shit like that anymore."

"'Cause you fried his face off."

"And I'm guessin' that set your stomach on edge. How's that little bastard, anyways?"

Harley smiled softly, pulling her arm away to run her fingers through her hair, "Small, resilient and crazy like his dad."

Negan scrunched his nose, "Watch it."

After a moment of silence, Negan gripped Harley's hips with a wide smile, "You know, I got an idea."

Harley slowly raised a brow in wait for Negan's harebrained scheme.

"Why don't we go pay ole' Rick a visit? Maybe that'll cheer you up."

Harley obliged to Negan's whim, though it was more likely to find his missing prisoner of war rather than cheer his girl up. As the Saviors stormed the front gates of Rick's homely neighborhood, Harley kept close to his side.