MAD • Joker x Harley Quinn (Book 1) ✓

9: Forgive

♛H.Q.♛

• chapter nine | Forgive

"Good mornin', puddin'!"

I swung open the door of his office with a big smile. I was awoken by the bright sun that has shined through the covered blinds. And it was around eight o'clock. And I'm used to Puddin' getting up around six to just work.

"Harley, pumpkin, I'm busy." He blunted, his eyes not leaving on the papers on his desk as he continued his plans.

It's been a hobby for him, making plans about everything, especially with that Batman.

I hate it.

I hate it how obsessed he is with Batsy. And I feel like he's more obsessed with him than me. And it sadden me, hurt me. But, I just let it slide through my shoulders.

"You're always busy, Mistah J." I frowned, taking small steps towards his desk and sat in front of him, "Why don't we go out?"

"And where do you even plan to even go, Harley Quinn?" He spoke, his eyes still not leaving on his work.

I got upset by the fact he wasn't paying attention with me. So I twirled my pigtails and bit my lip, "I don't know..." I spoke lowly, "Maybe go to the club? It's been a while ever since I visited it." I smiled brightly.

Mistah J's eyes looked up and met mine, before he let out a long sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration, "Babe, I'm busy, can we go to another time?"

I then frowned sadly, "But, puddin'.." I was cut off when I saw his dark eyes stare at me, filled with anger and irritation. Making me quiver out a small yelp in fear.

"What did I say?" It was barely a whisper as he spoke with his deep, frightening voice.

"I-I'm sorry, puddin'." I stated, stuttering in fear as I saw him clutching his fist in anger.

I didn't want to have a swollen cheek first thing in the morning, so I decided to go against the thought to fight back and just walked out of his office and back to our bed room.

I hate it when he gets suddenly mad...

I laid back down on the bed, I suddenly lost the feeling of making breakfast for the both of us, now he has to realize how badly I get broken whenever he gets mad at me.

I hugged the pillow beside me tightly, my tears threatening to stream down, but I held it in, turning it into small whimpers and sobs.

I got angry at him, and now I don't want to talk to him.

But still, won't he apologize?

As if, he never apologizes to me..

I let out a deep sigh and just sat up, slamming my hands onto the bed and slapped the pillow against my face and screamed out my lungs, well, it turned into muffled screams.

I took off the pillow and looked out the balcony. Seeing the view of Gotham City outside. And I began wondering, what if he introduces me to the people as his girlfriend and partner in crime?

We'll be ruling the world together, not just Gotham City.

"Why were ya screamin'." I jumped a bit when I heard his voice behind me, stating it nothing near as a question. I turned my head behind and saw him leaning against the door frame.

I then stroke him a glare and crossed my arms before turning my back to him, "Hmph, nothing you can worry about." I sass.

I heard let out a sigh before his footsteps came closer, his weight made the bed lower as he sat behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, snaking them around and kissing my shoulder. "I'm sorry, pumpkin.."

I knew it, he can't be mad at me for too long.

"Hmph." I grunted, looking away from him, but then his hand touched my chin, making me face him.

"I'm sorry for being mad at ya like that." He coos, and gave me a peck, mocking a small pout right after.

I couldn't help myself and lost, I giggled at his cuteness and kissed him, "Aw, puddin'. Ya know I forgive ya." I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck and rained him lots of kisses on his cheek.

He then chuckled before he looked at me in the eyes and said, "Let's go to the club."