Harleys Little Problem

Paralyzed

~Harley's POV~

I sighed heavily. After countless fights in my head with myself I stopped just outside of the city at a building that seemed to be otherwise abandoned. I knew better; this was Red's second hiding space. A place I knew the joker didn't know of. Still, if he'd searched hard enough he's find it in no time at all. I threw open the trunk of the car and gathered what things I had time to gather and made my way to the porch. "Red?" I choked out trying not to sob "I'm here." I knocked gently in case she didn't hear my tear filled words. She opened the door quickly and ushered me in- not hesitating to take my bags.

"Harley, it's freezing cold out there! Didn't you think of covering yourself up more?" she scolded me. I knew she was just looking out for my well-being, but it just sent me into a crying frenzy. She set me down gently on the dark green couch and held me gently. "It's okay Harley, let it out." Red looked crushed; like she had no way of helping. "I set up your room, and got some stuff for the baby as well. Just let me know what you need." I knew this wasn't the time for food, but I couldn't help myself.

"Do you have any chips?" I muttered out "I'm really craving some cheddar cheese potato chips." Red let out a little giggle as if she was amused but understood.

"Of course, what kind of friend would I be if I didn't stock up on some junk food for the pregnant lady?" She sauntered over to her cabinets and rummaged through them for a moment before throwing me a bag of chips. I didn't hesitate to open them and stuff my mouth full. We just sat then, in silence while I snacked on chips. She understood why I said nothing and just took to braiding my hair. It was relaxing and I couldn't have asked for a better moment.

The rest of the night was filled with unpacking and chatter around the TV. By time it was time to go to bed I was still wide awake. I just stared out of the window and thought of what happened and what could have been. Mr. J's face playing over again in my head. I cuddled my pillow for lack of anything else there. I dreaded the time he came to find me. Would he be angry and try to make ne get rid of it? I held my stomach at the thought. Maybe he's hurt and didn't know what to do? Just maybe I'm looking for a sign he actually wants me and the baby. Who was I kidding? He didn't want go be a father, at least that's the conclusion I had come up with before finally drifting off to sleep.

(I'm sorry I was gone for so long guys, I had a lot happen in the time that I was gone and it's effected me pretty heavily in both wonderful and horrid ways)