MAD • Joker x Harley Quinn (Book 1) ✓

48: Bother

• chapter forty-eight | Bother

"That stupid fucker!"

Joker threw the papers and blueprints placed on his office desk, throwing all of them off of the wooden table. In rage, he grab a handful of his green hair, pulling on them in frustration. "I can't let him take Harley.." He mumbled to himself, trying to calm down as he then sat down on the small couch placed on the side of his office, the couch where Harley mostly sits down and reads the books placed neatly on the bookshelf of his office, giving him company as she let him work.

"What's happenin'?" Harley suddenly came in the room, opening the door and looked around, looking down to the scattered papers, folders, and blueprints on the floor. She was only wearing her pink robe, her hair damp, drips of water dripping from the strands of her wet, platinum blonde locks. She got out of the tub once she heard shouting from J's office. She wanted to make sure he was doing fine.
"Puddin'?" She asked, looking up to The Clown Prince sitting on the couch, clutching on his own hair.

Joker looked up and saw Harley standing by the doorway, he grunted before he rubbed his face against his hands in frustration. He wanted Harley out of the picture, he wished Harley was out of his problems. "Everything's fine!" He boomed, striking a cold glare at the female who stood still there.

Harley was nowhere near amused due to the fact she was used to him being like this, taking all of his anger to her, she didn't mind at all, since she does want her Puddin' to be happy and relaxed, and it may be a foolish thing to say, but she figured releasing his anger at her will do the job.

She sat down beside him, gathering up her confidence as she sat down beside the raging Joker, she was afraid that he will push her away, but she had to do something to calm him down. She looked at him, examining him before she crawled onto his lap, slowly to not make a move that will anger him more. The Joker leaned back, letting Harley straddling on his lap. He lets out a small sigh as he felt Harley's hand trace up and down his bare, inked chest. "Tell me what's wrong." She coo, looking up to his eyes with her soft orbs.

Joker looked away, looking at the empty wall to avoid contact with Harley's gentle eyes, "It's just work." He simply answered, not daring to say a thing about Creeper.

Harley hummed, she figured she should stop asking, it would be no point since he won't say anything. Her asking further more the same question will make him even mad. "Ya need to go to work today?" She asked, resting her head on his chest, her fingertips trailing all over his muscular build.

"Yes, I'm meeting up with someone." Joker replied, his hand sliding up to Harley's hair and began playing with it, despite it being soaking wet still. "I didn't mean to interrupt your bath, pumpkin." He frowned down at her.

She giggled in response and looked up at him, "No worries, Puddin', I lost the mood to continue bathing anyway." She pouted out, making Harley irresistible for Joker, "Ya didn't bother joining me in the tub." She sighed, her look turning down to her lap, her pout disappearing to a frown.

J then realized that he did turned her down, he said that he wanted her to join in his bath, but because of everything happening in such a short time, he refused to join Harley in the tub. He felt bad, guilty. He didn't mean to anyway, "I'm sorry, doll.." he sighed before he then kissed her forehead, then stood up from the chair. "I need to take a shower, I'm meeting up with shit-face." He stated on as he then began walking out of the office, leaving Harley sitting there on the chair.

She then lets out a sigh before she decided to move the chair she sat on forward to his laptop, deciding to bother whatever he had in the laptop.