Drowning (Harley Quinn x Pennywise)

The Beginning

Harley woke up suddenly, gasping loudly as she sits up quickly. She held her chest as she breathed heavily, then sighed in relief as she realized she was only having a nightmare. Ever since she left the Joker, she's had nightmares. He was in her dreams, finding a new way to torture her every night. Their relationship was toxic, but that last night together...that last damn night. That night broke her.
She laid her head back down on her pillow as a single tear fell down her cheek. The Jokers words replayed in her mind. "No one will ever love you."
"You're worthless."
"You'll never have anything without me."
She closed her eyes and tried to silence his voice, but it was no use.
After a few minutes of fighting with her own mind, she felt like she was being watched. "Fuck, he found me," she thought, sitting up in her bed again. The room was pitch black, so she couldn't see anything. "I-is anybody there?" she asks quietly, her heart slowly beating faster. She reached over and flipped on the light that sat atop her nightstand. That's when she saw him. A large clown was standing at the edge of her bed. He had red hair, pushed back by a receding hairline. His red and white makeup complimented his beautiful features, and his dirty white suit was snug in all the right places.
"Hiya there, Harley," he says, his voice echoing through her ears. It wasn't too deep or too high, it was just right.
"H-how do you know my name? Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?" asks Harley. Her tone was a mix of fear and curiosity.
"I'm Pennywise the dancing clown! And I know you're Harley because I live...I live below you and I heard you talking on the phone loudly and you said 'Don't you dare tell Harley no, I'll do what I want. I'm not your girl.'" His answer brought her back to that phone conversation with Joker, and her lips curled into a frown. Pennywise began to feel her fear slowly disappear.
"Why aren't you afraid of me anymore?" he asks her.
"You can kill me, it's okay. I don't really have a purpose for living anyways," she responds, shrugging softly.
Pennywise got this strange feeling when he listened to her words. Was he...sad? No, No. He can't be sad! He's not capable of having emotions, right? ...Right?
His eyes trailed down the sad girl's body. She was wearing an oversized tee shirt with the Cookie Monster printed on it. Her red laced panties peaked out from under the shirt. Her skin glowed from the light coming from her bedside lamp. She looked beautiful.
The clown sat beside her on the bed, raising his hand to her cheek. The backs of his fingers carefully caressed her cheek, the coldness of his skin causing her breathing to hitch and a soft gasp to escape her lips. She thought the gesture was kind, but she couldn't help but think about how awful he smelt. He smelt like actual shit.
"You're so cold...And no offense, but you kind of smell...when's the last time you showered?" asks Harley, a little grossed out by this man.
"Showered? I uh...um..." he begins, scratching the back of his neck. He was unable to answer the question because, well, he's never showered.
"Come on, let's get you cleaned up. I'll wash your clothes too," she tells him, getting up off of the bed. She walked to her dresser and grabbed a pair of boxers and a large shirt from one of the drawers. They didn't belong to anyone, she just loved to wear them as pajamas. She nodded for him to follow her as she walked out of the bedroom. Pennywise, being the pervert he is, watched her hips sway as she walked before he actually began to follow her. He met with Harley in the bathroom, and she turned on the shower. "To adjust the temperature, turn these knobs. All you do is put soap on this cloth and scrub your body clean, and use shampoo and conditioner to wash your hair!" she tells him, pointing to everything as she spoke and giving him a mini demonstration. "When you're all done, use this towel to dry off and put these clothes on. When you undress, put your clothes outside of the door and i'll wash them for you," she tells him, then walks out of the bathroom and closes the door behind her.
Pennywise listened to her carefully, nodding along as she spoke. When she left, he took his clothes off and opened the door, tossing them into the hall. He closed the door and hopped into the shower, trying to remember everything he had to do.
Harley grabbed the clothes and gagged at the smell, She brought them to her washer and tossed them in, putting in the detergent and starting it. Her hands and shirt began to smell like his clothes from carrying them. She ran into her kitchen and washed her hands and arms in the sink, trying to get rid of the smell. She dried her hands and lifted her shirt over her head, making her way back into her laundry room. She tossed her shirt in with his clothes, then began walking back into her room in nothing but her red panties and matching bra.
While Harley was taking care of the smelly clothes, Pennywise was washing his body and hair just like she had told him. He watched as the dirt and paint washed off his body and traveled with the water down the drain. He stepped out of the shower when he was finished, turning off the water. He smelt himself and gagged. He now smelt gross...like berries and roses. He hated being clean.
He dried off with the towel Harley had provided, then changed into the boxers and shirt. He looked in the mirror and saw that his makeup had washed off, causing him to frown and sigh. He walked out of the bathroom and began to head back into Harley's bedroom, just as she was changing into a new shirt. His eyes watched her body as the shirt slid down her skin. He coughed awkwardly and she turned to look at him, her cheeks flushing a light shade of pink. She looked at the clean man, biting her lip as she sees how he actually looks. He was...hot. She thought about how weird it was that he was in her home, but with how he was looking, she never wanted him to leave.