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I Know

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The sound of the lock clicking, the doorknob turning echoed throughout the silence of the apartment. The slight figure lounging on the bed sat up with a start, a small gasp escaping her lips. Clear blue eyes focused on the front door with hope brimming beneath their surface.

"Puddin'?" she called out quietly. Harleen Quinzel, better known now as Harley Quinn, had been lying in the same spot for a good three hours, waiting. Waiting patiently. Her signature pigtails had long since been let down and her blond hair was in quite a disarray. It was late, but she had been determined not to fall asleep and had instead taken to lounging in her pajamas, watching the clock. Waiting. Until he got home.

Finally, the door swung open to reveal the object of her attention and affection, the Joker.

"Puddin'!" she squealed, leaping off the bed towards him. "You're so late! I was worried! How did it go? I was afraid Bats got you! But I should have known better!"

The Joker sighed loudly and staggered inside, closing the door behind him. "Harley... Don't talk." he grumbled, walking past her.

Harley's smile fell and she turned and watched him as he removed his hat and slid out of his custom purple suit.

There must be something wrong... she thought to herself. Something must have happened, not gone right. Maybe the Bat did something wrong, unusual?

At a closer look, he did look a bit rough. His usually well slicked back hair was utterly disheveled and his suit was ripped and soiled. As his jacket came off, she even noticed blood stains... that looked like his.

She gasped. "Are you alright?! Did Bats do - "

The Joker's hand moved at lightning speed as he spun around and backhanded her across the face. She fell to the floor with the force of the blow, cheek pulsing and head spinning.

"I said don't talk, Harley." he growled, looking down at her. She's an idiot. For speaking, for staying...

"I... I'm sorry..." she whimpered, trying to sit up, but was silenced with a vicious kick to the stomach. She coughed, curling in on herself, and he watched as she desperately tried to catch the breath that he had knocked out of her.

"Stupid girl." the Joker mumbled as he turned away, shrugging out of his clothes and walking over to the bed.

After a few moments, he glanced over and saw that Harley had managed to sit up and was pitifully cradling her injured stomach while her cheek burned red.

The Joker laid down and closed his eyes, trying to ignore her all too obvious presence. She should know better. Know to listen. Listen or I have to teach her.

Suddenly, he felt someone crawl onto the bed behind him. He listened as she tried to stifle another cough as she curled tenderly up against his back.

Harley, you silly thing... Why? Why do you do it?

He knew the answer. And he knew she would respond to his thoughts at that very moment had he not forbade her to speak. She said it every night. No matter what transpired beforehand, whatever cuts or bruises he left on her. It didn't matter. She said it and meant it. Every night.

The Joker sighed softly and closed his eyes before turning around to face her. He looked at her, all curled up, head tucked, eyes closed. Her cheeks were stained with tears that she seemed to be trying to keep silent.

"Oh, Harley-girl..." he murmured and she opened her eyes to look at him, surprised. "What am I going to do with you?"

He pulled her into his arms and closed his eyes as he felt her snuggle into his chest.

"I love you, Mistah J." she whimpered ever so softly.

The Joker's eyes flickered open and he and sighed, stroking her hair slowly.

"I know, Harley. I know."
Okay, this didn't come out at all like I planned (that's how writing is, I guess? xD) but I'm actually good with it~

A simple one shot of a night in the life of my favorite couple, Harley Quinn and the Joker <3 I absolutely love them and their relationship (I... am a sick person... I know >///< xD) and often come up with scenarios and such, ideas for stories and oneshots. I just opted to writing this one down :3

It's probably because I was up late~ Words just seem to pour out of me when it's the middle of the night xD

Warning for slight abuse, obviously (it's the JOKER) but it's followed with LOOOOVE 8D (again... I'm sick, I know xD)

Just a tidbit, the arrangement is a little odd, I know. The point of view is switched half way through at the slap, first Harley and then the Joker to optimize the affect of what I was trying to portray. I had originally intended to do this in a different way, but this is what came out :3

So, I love them, love you, and hope you love this! 8D ...or at least like it? xD <3
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