MAD • Joker x Harley Quinn (Book 1) ✓

44: Anger

• chapter forty-four | Anger

"What the hell happened back there, Harley?"

The red head asked, looking at her best friend who is looking through the bag she had stolen from the shop inside the Shopping Mall of Gotham.

"Someone just attempted to kidnap me when ya went off." Harley hummed, pulling out the upper pair of the black Lingerie made out with only lace, just a fair amout of fabric to cover up the breast part. While the lower pair, a lacey, black panty, and behind was barely only a string to go behind. In short, it was showing so much of the skin. But, Harley did pick it out for hee Mister J. They could use it in another time. Who knows, maybe later.

"Kidnap? You?" Pamela asked, raising her eyebrows at her girl friend busy looking at the lingerie she held, "Why would someone even attempt to kidnap you?" She asked again, adjusting her previous criss-cross sitting position to where her legs hung from the couch. Her body turned to face Harley, keeping her attention to her friend.

Harley then placed down the pair of Lingerie, placing them on her lap as she lets out a sigh. Her ocean blue orbs shifting to Pamela's, giving her the glance, "Because, Pam, people already know I'm the Joker's girlfriend!" She explained, her accent slipping here and there. "People would take advantage of me against Puddin'." She added on, swinging her hands in the air before she leaned against the couch, crossing her arms over her chest. "Hopefully Mistah J wouldn't know..." Harley mumbled out, playing with the hem of her oversized white dress shirt that she took from the drawers of Joker.

What if he finds out? Will he get mad? Surely. Will he beat her up? Definitely. Will he forgive her? Possibly. There many things that flew in Harley's mind, she was scared. She was afraid that J would find out, that she had introduced herself in public. She would get the beating, painfully. She did many things he didn't like just in one day. Leave the house without any of his goons watching her out, drive the Blue Lamborghini without his permission, shop lift a Lingerie Store, and introduce who she was in public. Surely, she will get the beating.

A faint sound of static filled the living room as she dove deep into her ocean of thoughts, but soon was interrupted when the loud news anchor became audible, snapping her from her thoughts. "Today, a woman introduced as Harley Quinn, shop lifted a store and spoke about her relationship with the Clown Prince of Crime, The Joker. Is it possible that she is the one that the Clown has been with in every heist of banks? Is it true that The Joker does have a girlfriend? Is she the Queen of Gotham City that rules beside the King himself?" The woman in the television spoke as pictures of me flashed through the blue background of the screen.

"Welp, J will definitely know, now that you're all over the news." Poison Ivy turned her look at Harley, "Bet he'll be rushing back here." She chuckled, pulling back her red hair before standing up. She stretched her upper body before she started walking to the door, "I got to go, hun. I need to feed my babies." She waved her hand at her, she was going to feed her plants. Since it is already 3 in the afternoon, she haven't watered them since earlier in 5 in the morning.

"Alright, thank ya, Red." Harley waved back, turning her look behind to watch Ivy walk off.

A sigh then left her lips, now she's not thinking straight, she was worried. She was worried will happen. Was she going to die tonight? Nah, J wouldn't even cut her.

Her heart beat accelerated once she heard a familiar sound of a car pulling up from the driveway. Shit. Harley thought before she began to bite her nails in anxiety. Poison Ivy was right, J has already rushed to get back to her. I'm fucking screwed.

"Harley!" She jolted up, flinched at the loud, deep voice of her Puddin'.

Harley stood up from the couch and turned to face J who is steaming in anger. His ring decorated fists clutched into a ball, his nails digging into his own palm. His silver grills grinding against each other. His icy blue eyes piercing through her ocean blue ones, throwing daggers in her soul. Low, animalistic growls escaped his lips. He then began making his way towards Harley, throwing his keys to god-who-knows-where.

Harley began shaking in fear as she began to walk back, fear painted in her eyes as she looked into his angered orbs, "P..Puddin'.." she called, holding out her hands to him, a signal of her for him to stop, "I.. I can explain." She stuttered again, soon hitting the cold, concrete wall.

"How can ya fucking explain what have ya done, Harls?" He boomed, slamming his fists on the wall, inches from her face, making her flinch. A tear threatening to roll down her cheek. "Ya exposed yourself in public! How can ya be so fucking pathetic?" He barked again.

"I...I'm sorry, Puddin'.." She cried out, gripping on the hem of her shirt in fear, "Th...There was just a guy who a...attempted to kidnap me and I lost my mi—"

"I don't want to hear any of your excuses, Harley!" He interrupted her mid-sentence. Not even listening to her.

"It's true!" She protested, "I was almost kidnapped, J! No one knows what that guy would have done if I didn't fight back!" She added on, gaining all of her confidence and determination as she spoke back, "Don't ya care about me? Or ya just care about your fucking reputation?"

The Joker slammed his fists against the wall one last time, creating a crack beside her, "I do fucking care about ya!"