MAD • Joker x Harley Quinn (Book 1) ✓

51: Missing

• chapter fifty-one | Missing

The signature laugh of one clown soon invaded the dark, empty house. "Oh, Harley darling!" He called with a bright smile.

The Joker took off his jacket and threw it to God who knows where. His steps echoed through the tiled floors as he walked around looking for his girlfriend. "Harley?" He called again.

After walking to the kitchen, he had seen no trace of Harley. The whole house was clean, not a single drop of dust or stain was visible, and by that, he knew Harley had cleaned up the house. Maybe she just went out. He tried calming himself like how Harley had taught him, taking deep breathes and responding positivity into his mind.

But then, the thought of her leaving the house with no permission angered him.

Joker stormed into the bedroom, "Harley Quinn, come here!" He yelled, his loud, piercing deep voice filled the entire house. The bedroom door then shoots open, and he had seen the Bed all made up. Huffing and puffing, Joker walked to Harley's walk in closet and saw all of her clothes in there. He then checked her dresser and saw everything in there. Her jewelry box was still filled and none of her possessions were missing.

She did not run away.

"Frost!"

"Yes, boss?" Frost rushed up the bedroom to meet up with Joker.

"Where the fuck did Harley go." Joker spoke more like a statement rather than a question. Low animalistic growls vibrated his red painted lips.

"We left the house with her cleaning. J." Jonny replied, flinching right after when Joker threw the vase of Roses on the bedside table in anger.

Joker ruffled his electric green strands as he started panicking and thinking of where she could've ran off to. "Where the fuck would she go!"

But then, he paused and stared at a purple sequence nightgown owned by Harley, neatly folded at the window with a a piece of folded paper on top of it. Joker reached for the paper and the nightgown, smelling his favorite cologne of Harley. His eyes then laid back to the piece of paper before he unfolded it, immediately recognizing the scribbled letters written with a red pen.

Joker my boy, you thought I was dumb enough to not know your tricks?

Tell me who is the dumb one now!

P.S. if you don't want war, then let me play with your gf.

P.P.S. you might wanna wear this before you miss her.

-Creep.

"C-Creeper..." Joker stuttered so suddenly, his tight grip on the paper hardened as it shook. He was trembling, mixed emotions painted his eyes blue orbs, sorrow, worry, anger and love.

True love.

"Creeper!" He shouted, before he crumpled the paper on his fists. "Rocco!" He shouted through the whole house.

Then, Rocco ran in the room and stood still and obediently. "Boss?"

"I want you and the goons to look every single corner, every street, every alley, every inch of this fucked up city!" He yelled, throwing the table beside him across the room before he pulled out his gun from his holster and pointed it against Rocco's head, "Find my Harley, locate where she is, you are not allowed to go back here without knowing where she is." He threatened, his voice low and filled with anger. "Try running away or disobey my orders, I'll make sure to blow your useless head off."