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The Joker in the eyes of Harley QuinnShe didn't know how late it was lying there in the arms of The Joker.
Hearing the sound of his steady breathing, his breath tickling her cheeks.
His breath always smelled the same.
Spices mixed with the scent of tabacco.
She loved it.
Harley loved times like this.
When The Joker actually came to bed and held her close to him.
Close to his heart.
She couldn't help but admire his face.
The waves of lime green and dirt blonde hair framing The Joker's white painted face.
The coal black paint incasing his jade eye's, closed now, showing his dark lashes.
His full lips coated in bright red grease paint, the paint spreading across the scars connected to his lips.
She loved them too.
There was nothing she hated about The Joker.
No matter what pain he inflicted on her,
the bruise he left,
the cuts he made...
He was her Puddin'.
and she was his Harley Quinn.
Harley Quinn in the eyes of The JokerThe Joker yawned and cracked his neck as he sat in the study of his latest hideout.
Time for bed, he though, rising from the desk he had been hunched over for the past few hours and left the room.
He made his way into the bedroom he shared with Harley.
She was there already, lying in the bed they shared, sleeping.
The Joker removed his vivid purple and green clothing till he was just in his purple boxers
before slipping in under the sheets careful not to stur his sleeping Harliquinn.
The Joker then just stared at her. Drinking in everything about her.
Her soft blonde hair tied up in pigtails, the ends dipped in blood-red and black,
Her creamy skin that would redden at his touch,
Her thick, dark lashes that would frame those big baby blue eyes.
Those lips... a deep crimson that they rivalled the red of roses...
the red of blood.
He reached out a long pale finger and ran it across Harley's cheek and tracing down her neck.
He shivered slightly enjoying how smooth and soft her mi
Harley and Joker: 11 years later.Harley: Jester! Get down from the roof!
Jester: No! I wanna kill Batman!
Harley: Not till you've finished your homework!
Jester: No! I'm gonna kill Batman!
Harley: Don't make me get your father!
Jester: He aint gonna do nothing, he's all washed up!
Harley: Mista J! Get your son off the roof!
(Joker comes out)
Joker: JESTER! GET DOWN HERE NOW!
Joker: Do you want to be punished like last time boy! GET DOWN NOW!
Jester: Fine! *disappers from roof*
Harley: Thanks Puddin'
( my boyfriend was doing this and a more extented version today doing the voice of both Harley, their kid AND Joker :3
Joker Poem to Harley QuinnOh darling,
apple of my eye.
do you know how you make me feel?
like fire in my veins.
bounding me tight.
brighter than a shooting star.
apple of my eye.
do you know how you look to me?
like a golden halo.
a bright sapphire blue.
like a blooming red rose.
apple of my eye.
Will you ever know?
JxH The Returning Past Chapter 7Harley POV
What? Mista J is a father? Oh I wanted to be the only one to have his kid. Oh she could see it now. They have a son. Puddin' would love a little him to share his scheme's with. He'd look just like him too. He'd have his warm syrupy brown eyes, rich dark hair, his shaped face and his slim figure.He'd have Mista J's little quirks. The way his voice catched slightly when he got excited. His sharp little giggles. His fondness of blowing things up and- wait? How did she know? Oh no.... "Your the mother." she said her little pink lips forming a small 'o'.
She looked at Harley and nodded. "Yes and I'm Jack's wife... technically...anyway. We never divorced." She told Harley how she ran from Jack, her kind Jack, after he had cuts his beautiful face at the lips. She remembered vividly how crimson reb blood ran from the corners of his lips living thin trails down his his neck. He did it because of her scar. It had scared her. She also told her how she gained mo
JxH The Returning Past Chapter 5Joker POV
He was sat where he'd been the whole time. On the purple silk sheets of his bed. Waiting for Katherine, she had gone to pick up some stuff for him. Why she still had them was well...beyond him. Why had he agreed to this? Changing who he was now to who he once was? He knew the answer. He wanted to bury the hatchet. To finally cast of Jack. The old him. Katherine came back in with a small bag. She dropped the bag on the bed gesturing to the Joker to open it. He pulls out a pair of jeans, a shirt, dark shoes and a blazer jacket. He also found a bottle of dye remover in the bag. He rolls the bottles smooth shape in his palm. "Why?" he asked Katherine. His signiture green hair. "Only if you want to Jack" Katherine said softly. The Joker's only reply was to tell Katherine to sit with his little pumpkin in the living room.
She leaves the bedroom opening the scratched green and purple door which lead to the living room. As she closed the door she saw Harley's face sore
Outfits"Harley, leave me alone." Joker clenched his teeth as he growled at the dancing woman in front of his desk. She didn't seem to notice the seriousness in his animalistic but distracted warning. She held two shirts suspended in the air by hangers, glancing back and forth between them and biting her glossed lips in thought.
"First, tell me which one you like better!" She squeaked, holding the shirts over her body one by one. She had her "pajamas" on; a cottony black button up shirt she sewed herself with red hearts all over it, paired up with matching sweat pants. Joker kept his focus on the long pencil in his hand, sketching routes through a complex blue-print of a building.
Once the sirens rang, these doors would be locked first, then these over here. This one would be easiest to break open but the elevator would be shut down, so... we'd have to take the stairs down a couple of floors or should we go up? Hmm... Maybe I should take a trip to the airport and steal a helic
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