MAD • Joker x Harley Quinn (Book 1) ✓

13: Screwed

♛H.Q.♛

• chapter thirteen | Screwed

"Girl, what happened to you?"

Ivy asked, her hand basically lifting up my chin and checked all sides of my face to see if I had another large bruise or any scratches at all.

"I'm fine." I assured her as I gave her a faint smile, "Puddin' just.. got really mad last night." I laughed nervously as I scratched my arm due to awkwardness.

Ivy then handed me a bag of ice and crossed her arms, "Uh-huh, he always gets mad at you, Harls!" She blunted. "And if ever he gets mad, he would always hit you! Hurt you!"

"He's just protecting me." I protested. Denying the facts she was stating.

"Ya call that protecting? Boo, you can have a better man than him!"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I love him!" I answered, glaring at her as I crossed my arms as well. Sassing along with her.

"Harley Quinn, can you even hear what you're saying?" She asked, slamming her hand on the dining table, "He could've killed ya at that very moment!"

"I know Puddin'! He wouldn't kill me." I protested the fact, he told it to me once, he wouldn't kill me.

If necessary.

"You do know you're dating the most psychotic human who ever walked on Earth?" She stated, her hands now on her hips, "Harls, you can get a better man who will treat you right."

"Red, he just slaps me whenever I disobey him, he's clearly protecting me."

"Well, his overprotective way too much. Imagine this, for how long does he plan to keep you a secret to the World? How long will he let you out with him on his heists? His crimes? His meet up with Batman?" Her mouth was flowing with continuous questions. Questions which I couldn't answer myself.

I then grunted, "But I know he loves me too.." I sniffed, wiping my nose as I looked down to the floor, placing the bag of ice on my swollen cheek.

"I know he does, too. But he's showing it the wrong way."

I then let out a deep sigh before I fiddled at the material of my tank top.

I began to get upset, Ivy was telling the truth. But I wouldn't give up on Mister J. I love him too much.

Ivy then walked over to me and sat next to me on the couch and patted my back, "Babe, I'm not trying to be against you and the green bean." She began, her voice calming a little, "I don't intend to make you upset either. I just want the best for you."

I then held her hand for a small amout of comfort, since no one can comfort me unlike Puddin' does. Without words, just a cuddle from him, I'm already fine.

I then sobbed, "I just couldn't understand why can't he appreciate the little things I do to him." I sighed, my breath shaking lightly.

Ivy then pulled me into an embrace, "Want to sleep here tonight?"

"I don't want Mistah J get even mad at me, Red.." I sighed and nuzzled onto her neck.

"With you just sneaking out already got him even." She chuckled lowly before pinching my nose.

I then gave her a small glare and pinched her arm. Achieving a wince from her and light slap on the hand, "Ow!" She whined.

I then giggled, she then giggled along and held my shoulder, "But, seriously, Harls. I'll end him at the moment you give me my cue." She winked, making glare at her.

"Don't lay a finger on him or else I'll be the one who will be sending you to your grave, boo." I threatened, sending her death glares.

Ivy then rose both of her hands up in surrender and chuckled, "Alright, Alright, geez, babe. Like boyfriend, like girlfriend." She laughed.

I then giggled along with her and took a sip of the coffee she had prepared for the two of us, and then I choked on it when someone came barging in the door, knocking it down with such an aggressive aura.

"Where the fuck is Harley."

Well, shit. I'm screwed.

Literally.