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Gift//25.

Info:Harley is determined to make it to the local cologne shop to get the Joker his special Gucci Guilty fragrance. But it's the middle of winter and she catches colds pretty easily.-

    <<<Harley's  P.O.V>>>

I silently tiptoed through the empty club. Making sure not to wake Mr.J from his slumber while I tried to sneak out. My slipper socks fitted snuggly into my boots. The layers of clothes hung onto my body, causing a warmness to spread all over.

It was reaching mid December and the temperature had dropped unbearably low. Icicles formed along all the corners of buildings. Under drain pipes and every car. The snow was also a bit of a nuisance for driving. The Vador would just slip and slide everywhere even with snow tires. So me and Puddin' had to resort to one of the black vans for our day to day trips.

But today I wouldn't be needing the van. I was on a mission on foot, to get Mr.J his favourite cologne, Gucci Guilty. It would be one of my many Christmas gifts for him. But the only trouble with buying it was that the shop was a 10 minute walk and to drive would be too pointless and just use up too much gas. Puddin' never likes getting gas.

I smile as I reach the door. Opening it with a grin at the sudden cold. The wind was low and brushed the light snow across the ground in the most mystical way. It was like a Winter Wonderland. Every car in the area was smothered in snow. The roads were cleared with large machines each morning but that still didn't make much of a difference.

The bitter air nipped at my bare ears and nose as I pulled up the hood of my coat. I foolishly decided not to wear a hat and the numbness in my ears was increasing with ever step I took.

I trudged through the snow, making satisfying cracks under my feet. There weren't any people out yet because most of them had the sense to stay in at 7 am on an icy morning.

Winter is my favourite season of the year. I was always fond of it ever since I was a child. Making snowmen and snow angels all afternoon would keep me occupied, and by the evening I would look forward to a nice cup of hot chocolate by the fire.

But J was never fond of it. Usually for the whole Christmas holiday he would sulk and roll his eyes at the adverts for trees, decorations and especially presents. He didn't like the fact that companies used the day as a money scam. Well that's what he said anyways, but I just wanted to buy that giant blow up snow globe this year for myself.

I could see the shop in the distance. It was about 3 blocks away and I almost felt like I couldn't walk any further. Fortunately for me I wouldn't have to wait outside it for 3 hours for it to open because I never buy things anyways. So I'm just going to break in and hope I don't get caught before I get back to the club.

Suddenly my eyes squeezed shut as an irritation came to my nose. I let out a loud sneeze as my eyes began to water up from the breeze. I wiped my nose with a tissue in my pocket, gently tucking it back into the open zip in my jacket.

I usually get colds easily if I go out unprepared. This time I guess I was unlucky or foolish not to bring a hat.

I was several steps away from the window of the shop when I picked up a suitable looking rock off the ground and chucked it at the clean thin sheeted glass.

It smashed into tiny particles that fell to the ground like snowflakes. I leapt over the ragged edge, hearing the alarms blare overhead.

I scanned the room before laying my eyes on the more expensive section of the fragrance shop noticing my Puddin's cologne immediately. I quickly skipped over, unzipping my coat I grab my purple revolver from the holster. I flip it backwards and smash the handle against the glass. It cracks and with another final hit it shatters.

I reach in and snatch the box from the shelf and make a run for it. I usually give the Gotham Police 10 minutes on a snow day to get anywhere. So that gives me more than enough time to sprint back to the club.

While I'm running I begin to feel an itch in my throat and a painful cough erupts from my chest. I wince at the pain that's left.

I finally reach the club doors, being greeted by a yawning Jonny Frost who I have to say, looks very merry. He has a matching set of Christmas pyjamas on. I giggle at the sight.

"Make sure Mr.J doesn't catch you wearing that. Otherwise you'll be sleeping outside." I joke as he just smiles and nods.

I would never be able to get J to wear that. Even though I would love it, he wouldn't be able to bring himself to do it. Not that he would care if any of the henchmen could see him in it, he just really hates the holiday. Sometimes I think he's a real life Scrooge.

"Harley?" I hear his groggy voice bellow from the staircase. I quickly hide the box behind one of the cushions on a couch as he strides down the stairs, yawning. He's shirtless with just his Arkham sweatpants clinging to his waist. He stops and stares at Frost when he reaches the final step. "What the fuck are you wearing?" He asks scanning him from head to toe.

"He's just in the Christmas Spirit Puddin'!" I squeal running up and wrapping my hands around his neck.

"Well he better take it off. I swear to God. He looks like a fucking Chirstmas tree ornament." He snarls gripping into my waist firmly while Frost stood at the door.

"Well his name is Frost Puddin'.. You have to let him celebrate." I mutter with a smile.

"Leave the jokes to me Harley. Yours are shit." He grumbles looking down at me with his hair tickling my forehead. "And where were you? It feels like you just came back from a trip to the North Pole."

"I was just out for a walk. I couldn't go back to sle--" My sentence was cut short by a violent sneeze, followed by a series of coughs.

"That doesn't sound too good," The Joker sighed stroking my hair as I recovered. "Why don't you go find some medicine?" He suggested gliding his hand down my arm.

"Mhm." I muttered, sniffling whilst shuffling off to one of the back rooms where we keep lots of medical supplies.
I return moments later with a bottle and spoon in my hand. I take two spoons of the coloured liquid. I knew it would take some time to take effect so I just had to wait now.

J studies my face and features before speaking. "You're freezing. Come on, let's bring you upstairs so we can light the fire." He demands leaning down and swinging me into the air in his hands. One under my knee and the other holding my back.

I giggle waving bye to Frost who gave me a small smile in return. I pointed to the place where I hid the box of Gucci Guilty cologne, mouthing the words 'Hide it' to him. He nods his head as I disappear at the top of the staircase.

Mr.J places me gently on the couch in one of the many upstairs rooms. I curl my feet up, grabbing the box of tissues from the coffee table. He walks over to the fireplace, picking up a match and lighting in his hand. He drops it into the pile of logs which were stacked neatly.

He walks back over to me, lifting me up while he slips underneath, my body resting on his lap. I look up at him, my head leaning against his chest. "I love you." I whisper. My voice was beginning to sound like my nose was blocked and I know he's going to make fun of it.

He laughs at me while I hit him playfully on the chest, not being able to hold back a giggle.

"I wuv you too."
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