-Joker and Harley fight. Harley leaves. Henchmen bring her back. Henchmen leave and Joker talks to Harley.
*****FLASHBACK - to the fight that made Harley leave ****
“You’re so weak! Why do I even keep you around? All you do is mess things up for me!”
Joker yelled, stalking towards her and backhanded her across the cheek.
Anger blinded Harley’s rational thoughts and before she knew it, her open hand had hit him across the face right back. As soon as her slap hit him, all anger disappeared. Like the sound of skin hitting skin had flipped a switch in her mind and her anger was gone, and replacing it was guilt.
“Puddin,” Her mouth dropped open in shock, “I’m so sorry.” Tears filled her eyes and regret filled her stomach.
For a second, Joker eyes seemed almost as shocked as she was and then he blinked, his eyes flashed and fury was the only emotion Harley saw. She kept apologizing as he advanced towards her, his hands grasping onto her neck and cutting off her air supply. He shook her as she cried.
“How dare you!” Joker’s voice was so guttural, so furious, “You mess up my business deal, cheat me out of millions, and then strike me like it’s my fault?”
The tears flooded down Harley’s face as he slammed her head into the wall and stars rose in her vision. Joker pushed her up against the wall, caging her with his body, his arms shook with rage around her neck. His growls were enough to make a lion tremble.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Harley kept repeating her voice horse from the lack of air. But still she repeated her apology, for her slap for her stupidity, she kept apologizing until all her air was gone and she was just mouthing the words. Still she apologized, black spots appeared in her vision and just as she was about to pass out, Joker let her go.
Gasping for air she didn’t deserve, Harley fell to the floor at his feet. The black in her vision started to clear. Now the only object obscuring her vision was her tears as she continued to cry. Out of the corner of her eye, Harley saw Joker disappear out of the bedroom door. Gunshots sounding in the hallway as his fury raged on. She heard the front door slam a few moments after that.
Harley followed the Joker’s path out of the bedroom door, she almost tripped over a body laying facedown on the floor. A dead henchmen, his blood staining the carpets. Harley bent down, pushing the dead henchmen’s body over and grabbing his large abandoned gun. She held the gun in her hands and walked towards the door. She didn’t deserve to be in this house, didn’t deserve Mr. J. He was right it was her fault, her fault, her fault. Harley reached the front door and tore it open.
“Ms. Quinn,” One of the nameless henchmen spoke, “Remember, Mr. J doesn’t like it when you leave like-“
Harley fired off the weapon behind her, not even looking to see if she hit her target. She opened the front door and ran out of it. The pouring rain cleared her thoughts, woke her up, she walked right into the street. Shooting a driver as they sped towards her and stole their car.
Then, she drove.
Harley started to cry again at her memory. Now, she was now seated on the floor of a motel. She didn’t know exactly where she was, somewhere outside of Gotham she supposed. Harley also wasn’t sure how long she had been sitting in the motel room, only that the daylight outside had turned dark. She had driven with blurry vision until she happened upon this motel on the side of the road, bodies littered the floor in the lobby and hallways until Harley had found an empty room. My fault.
Every time they fought, Joker left to get the rest of his anger out by killing everyone he came in contact with. Then he would come back to their bed and hold Harley close to him all night long, in his own way of apologizing. But it wasn’t he who needed to apologize now.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Harley perked up as she heard people running, from how much sound they were making, Harley assumed it was men. And there were a lot of them. From sound alone, Harley figured there were more than ten. Maybe more than twenty. The cops? The sound of running grew louder and louder, doors now started to slam open. They were in the hallway Harley was in. Harley check the bullets in her gun, she gripped the gun and pointed it at the door.
She heard doors being opened slowly now, she could imagine the police opening the doors as if a wild lion was behind them. Slow, careful not to disrupt the lion. What they didn’t know was this lion was already disturbed. This lion was prepared to pounce.
The feet were finally at Harley’s door, she readied her finger on the trigger of the gun and waited. Maybe this will make me feel better. The door knob turned slowly and the door opened even slower. Suddenly, Harley had a gun pointed at her too. Until the person on the others side of the door realized who they were pointing a gun at.
“Frosty?” Harley felt like smiling. He was in a tux, like always, with a bullet proof vest over it. Behind him were masked henchmen, in weird funny masked that could only be from Mr. J’s mind. Harley’s heart broke. My fault.
“Ms. Quinn, I need you to come back with us. Mr. J is expecting you.” Frost let out a sigh of relief, almost like his life was on the line. Harley’s giggle was hysterical, it probably was.
Harley walked out of the door of her motel room and towards the exit. She climbed into the front seat of a expensive black escalade. Frost and a few henchmen joined her, not looking or talking to her much. Like they were told not too. Frost was making a phone call.
“Boss?” Harley could hear Mr. J’s grumbled reply on the other side, “We got her. Driving back now. Do you want to talk to her?”
Harley was hopeful for a moment, staring at the phone in Frost’s hand. Trying to hear what was said on the other side. Frost hung up the phone, he started the car, and turned onto the highway as if the phone call had never happened. More tears sprang to her eyes, she turned towards the window of the car so the henchmen couldn’t see. My fault. My fault. My fault.
“Ms. Quinn?” Frost asked, his eyes down, “Boss wants to talk to you.”
Harley grasped the phone like a lifeline, she wished the henchmen weren’t in the car. One glance at them and they all turned their heads, all but plugged their ears. Frost started the car and turned onto the highway.
“Puddin?” Harley asked in an innocent tone, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to-“
“Come straight to my office when you get home.” He hung up.
The car ride was silent except for Harley’s quick crying breaths.
Harley walked toward Joker’s office with only Frost in front of her. Frost opened the door to Mr. J after knocking twice. He walked through the door and she followed him in. Mr. J was seated at his desk, his chair was turned away from the door. As they entered, he turned around. A
“Sit down.” Joker pointed at the seat across from his desk. His anger radiated off of him.
“Puddin, I missed you-“
He stopped her with a hand and pointed at the seat again. Harley sighed and walked to sit in the seat. Joker took a deep breath in and out before he started speaking, his eyes hadn’t left her face. She hadn’t even seen him blink yet.
“Would you like to explain why you didn’t come home?”
“You made an oath to me.” Joker placed his hands on either armrest of her chair, caging her in. “You belong to me.”
“If you leave again-“ Joker’s lips were an inch away from her.
Harley shook her head immediately, “I won’t.”
“If you do,” His hands clasped around the top of her arms tightly, “this will end very differently.”
****Note: J RESPONDS TO BEING HURT WITH ANGER****
“You belong to me.” Joker said clearly, deadly, “Don’t you remember your oath?”
“Yes, of course I do.” Harley’s eyes stayed locked on his, “I live for you. That’s been true since I met you, it will always be true.”
“Are you still mine?” Joker leaned towards her.
“I’ll always be yours.” Harley answered … “You know that, Mr. J.”
Joker ran a hand through his hair and walked around the desk until he was stood in front of Harley.
“Now, since daddy is so forgiving. I’m gonna let you sleep on the couch tonight and not the bench outside.” Joker said, leaning close and placing his hands on the armrests of her chair.
“No, puddin.” Harley cried, quickly cupping his face with her hands, “I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. It’s so cold on the couch.”
He tried to twist out of her hands but she held on, running her thumbs over his cheeks softly.
“Get a blanket.” Joker snapped, “Harley, I don’t like to punish you but I can’t just let you walk out like that.”
“I’m so sorry, Mr. J.” Harley brought her face close to his, “I won’t do it again, I promise I won’t. Please, J.” Her lips were a breath against his she moved her arms to wrap around his shoulders, holding him close to her.
Joker wasn’t backing down, “Enough.” He tore his body out of her hands and slicked back his hair again, “If you don’t stop now, I’m going to make your punishment more severe.”
Harley stood up out of her chair and ran her hands down his chest, “How severe, daddy?” She put on her most innocent voice.
“Harley.” He grabbed her hands in a tight grip. “You’re on thin ice. Go away or you’ll be sleeping on the bench outside with one hand missing.”
Harley lowered her eyes in defeat…
She slowly wrapped her arms around his chest, resting her cheek against his heart, hugging him tightly. His arms stayed at his sides.
“I missed you so much.”
Harley sat down beside him silently, he didn’t move. His head still in his hands. Harley moved to wrap her arms around his shoulders and he pushed her away.
“Harley,” He growled, “Don’t test my patience.”
“Puddin,” She whispered, “I’m sorry. Please.” She hesitantly wrapped her arm around his shoulder. “It will never happen again, I promise.” She whispered, slowly gently pushing his head onto her shoulder… Harley stroked her fingers through his hair softly, helping him to relax against her.
… He growled into her skin, his head twitched back and forth a few times, and then finally he relaxed. He took a deep breath and let her hold him.
After a long while, … She didn’t know how long they sat like that. Her holding him and apologizing softly. Joker purring and growling against her neck… like his head and his body were at war with one another.
A long time later… Joker pushed off her shoulder and quick as lightning, had her chin in between two of his fingers.
“If you ever leave again,” Joker growled, bringing his face close so she heard every syllable of his threat, “this will end very differently.”
“I won’t.” Harley shook her head as best she could with him holding her face OR Harley’s eyes stayed locked with his, the finality in her promise clear.
Joker took a deep breath. In, out. Then rested his forehead against hers.
Joker stared at her unblinking until the answer in her eyes became clear (???).
“You belong to me.” Joker’s lips brushed her as he talked.
“Forever.” Harley promised.
Harley’s eyes stayed locked with his, the finality in her promise clear.
“I’m sorry, J.” Harley whispered in her most innocent tone, “It won’t ever happen again. I’m so sorry.”
Joker stared at her for a while longer. …
“You’re lucky I’m so forgiving.” He said finally.
Harley smiled, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and hugging him tightly.
“I missed you so much.” She felt tears hit her eyes again.
Harley tears had finally ceased around three in the morning. She was curled up on the couch unable to sleep without Joker next to her. …
(???) Even with her eyes closed, she saw a light turn on and a door open. … She opened her eyes and saw Joker’s silhouette in the light of the open door. He looked at her and seemed to find that her eyes were open.
He snapped his head back and forth, growled, and then rose two fingers and motioned her towards him. Harley was immediately on her feet and running towards him. She stopped in front of him. … Joker cupped a hand underneath her chin and forced her to look at him in the eyes.
“Don’t ever leave again.” Joker demanded slowly so she heard every word … and the threat behind them.
“Never again. I promise, puddin.” She promised desperate for his forgiveness.
“Harley,” He clinched and unclenched his free hand, “I will not tell you this again. This is my final warning. If you walk out-“ He cut himself off squeezing his hand under her chin, closing off her air supply.
Harley couldn’t help the desire that rose in her lower stomach.
“It won’t happen again.” Harley … declared.
Joker held her eyes for one second more and then let her go.
“Get in bed.” He said finally.
“Thank you, puddin.” Harley smiled, walking into the bedroom and climbing in. Joker shut the door, bathing them both in darkness.
They both lay still for a moment, Harley knew he was still angry at her. That he wasn’t in the mood to forgive her yet. But she was back in their bed, so that was a good sign. She tried to disguise moving closer to him as trying to find a comfortable spot, she ended up rolled up her side about an inch away from him. Not touching. Harley’s body burned, she wanted to touch him so badly.
… Harley looked up at his face in the darkness… she knew he wasn’t asleep. Usually the only way he could was when she massaged his scalp and body. …
Harley hesitantly, bravely, placed her head on his chest over his heart.
Immediately the Joker pushed her away from him.
“Don’t test me, Harley.” He said, “I’m still mad at you.”
“Yes, sir.” Harley decided to play good, wanting so badly to be back on his good(???) side. She scooted away from him.
A few more minutes passed of silence, Harley didn’t move. She tried to hold back her tears… Joker’s head was snapping back and forth. His growl like an angry lion who hadn’t been fed in days. … Suddenly, his arm grabbed her wrist and pulled her against him.
Am I the only one who doesn’t get hyped for new champions anymore? It began since Jhin was released, I thought of him: “He’s a mix of Sivir, Caitlyn, Jinx and Corki. Nothing original.” What about Xayah and Rakan? PFFT. Another OP AF champion that will be nerfed significantly two or three patches later. I can see myself checking the patch and seeing them being nerfed. OH FUCKING WELL.
Since I’ve been putting together so many Megaman sketchdumps lately I figured I might as well make one for my gemsonas! Over half these sketches are at least year old, but since I haven’t been posting anything for them lately, I figured it’d be fun to compile old & newer doodles together (there are even a few past Gemsona-HQ prompts mixed in there). The age of some sketches can be measured by the puffiness of Moon’s pants- they’re definitely a lot slimmer now than they used to be! I’m still working on her reformed design since I poofed her a few weeks ago; hopefully I’ll have a ref of that up someday.
I went off the pill in late January/February of this year. That last time I went off the pill those 45-50 pounds basically fell off. This time instead of the pill I have an IUD (gotta be safe!!) and I absolutely love it.
I was getting severe migraines for a couple of years and I switched from a really high dose pill to a lower dose one and no [male] doctor questioned whether I got migraines. I was frustrated with my weight and they chose to be super condescending instead of asking hey maybe it’s the birth control. I went to a new [female] doctor and I was just not feeling good one day and fearing an ear infection (she sent me to a dentist because she thought it was my teeth and it was) but she asked if here was anything else she could do for me, and I told her about my migraines. She basically immediately wanted me off birth control and gave me a referral to another family doctor in the building to get a consultation. A week? Ish later I went in and had my consultation and decided to get the Jaydess. I got it in in about a month? (There were issues Like a gastrointestinal virus and getting my wisdom teeth out that had to get all moved around but I did get it in)
If you are looking to get an IUD I recommend consulting your doctor and also if/when you go to get it in make sure you are on your period!!! It makes it so much easier. I did find some parts painful I won’t lie but otherwise it wasn’t so terrible. Just kind of an extended Pap test.
Anyways I’ve just added exercise into my regime - not a whole insane amount I just spend about 15 mins doing cardio and 45 lifting 5 days a week. Some days I just do cardio and I’ll lift about 3 days depending on the plan! I don’t necessarily eat ~the same~ as I did when I was super depressed and had terrible migraines all the time but like…does anyone? When you are in so much pain and it feels like the only thing that will help is shitty greasy carbs (don’t get me wrong sometimes I still eat shitty greasy carbs) then that’s what you do. It’s not a sustainable lifestyle and actually wayyyy harder and more expensive to maintain than eating fairly healthy with like an 80/20 split. I did cut down my cheese intake because a lot of the recipes I was making were mostly just cheese and that’s not terribly good for anyone - especially not someone with issues with lactose intolerance 😂
Anyways so far I’m down about 20 lbs and on track to be down 60 (what I want) for august. I have a lot more to lose than what I had lost before because I put all my weight back on PLUS added gain from antidepressants - which is SUPER hard to lose and it sucks (apparently you can ask for medication that doesn’t make you gain weight but I didn’t want to switch and just built a tolerance anyways and got off them - with regular counselling and coping strategies ) and from a high dose of estrogen. When my mom was pregnant she gained a shit ton of weight so I assume estrogen does not like our bodes.
Anyways yeah I cook more now because I have time and more energy and I’m able to have the things I love because I’m not depriving myself. I am tracking calories but I’m finally at a point in my mental state where they aren’t a huge issue and I don’t freak out if I say go over them a bit. I waited until I knew I could comfortably do this without obsessing and now I’m pretty chill
About it. I do like to track my food every day but it’s mostly about what I’m eating and holding myself to not lie about what I’m consuming.
All in all birth control added a huge brick in the road to my issues and made my
Depression significantly worse. I am pretty much back to normal and I’ll get about one migraine /month which I mean is okay in my books if it’s the kind where I can just take some medicine and make it leave.
I am feeling much better, have all kinds of energy, and I am enjoying going to the gym. I even went to a yoga class the other day. I also got a cookbook (fixate) and I have the beachbody on demand app. It’s great because it works with my chromecast and I think I might add yoga to my regular routine just to get some better stretching in. But yeah just an update !! Oh i also got rid of social media for a while (fb and twitter) because I was wasting too much of time time on them and it wasn’t worth it.
Pushed Away & Built for War - Tulip O’Hare Playlist
Problem - Natalia Kills // Sleep with My Enemies - Emika // Bad Girls - M.I.A. // Youth Without You - Metric // Tigerlily - La Roux // Muse - OCAD // Baby’s on Fire - Die Antwoord // Chasing Twisters - Delta Rae // Hangin’ Tree - Blues Saraceno // Fucked Up World - The Pretty Reckless // Speed of Collapse - Metric // Vapaus Käteen Jää - Haloo Helsinki! // Amen - Halestorm
So, since I have a full-time job now and I’m not always on, I figured it’s time to get some mains on this page. What this means to me is that; my mains will take priority over other portrayals of the same character, but will NOT be the only version of that character I rp with. Basically, all you need to do to become a main is be my friend and rp with me a lot! If you want to be a main, just low key make me love you ooc and you’re in! Thanks darlings! Love you all so much :*
...If you still want to write stuff: 18. for KaiShin, pretty please?
This is obviously crazy late, but to make up for it, it’s also incredibly long. I hope you enjoy it. 8) Thank you again for sending the prompt request. I had fun writing this!
“Well, how are you feeling?”
Haibara asked, voice flat, but eyes betraying her concern. Shinichi took stock: body at its correct proportions, no fever, no
“I feel… okay,” Shinichi said,
smile slowly stretching across his face.
“Haibara, I think we did it.” He
laughed helplessly, pressing his hands to his face. He felt like he could cry with the sheer relief.
“I’d like to run some checks, just
in case,” Haibara said, sighing quietly.
“You remember the questions we prepared yesterday?”
“The ones to check my memory?”
“Yes. I’ll start from the beginning. Please state your name and occupation.”
“My name is Kudou Shinichi, and I’m
a student detective. I most often work
for the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Force.”
“I’d like you to name your closest
friends for me.”
“Mouri Ran and Suzuki Sonoko are my
childhood friends; Ran, my childhood crush.
Hattori Heiji is a hot-blooded detective from Osaka and one of my best
friends and something of a rival. The
Detective Boys are Ayumi, Mitsuhiko, Genta, and Haibara. They’re supervised—kind of—by Professor
Agasa. I work the most often with
Inspector Megure and Detectives Satou and Takagi, along with Mouri Kogoro,
“Impressive. As expected of Kudou,” Haibara said
smiling. Turning back to her notes, she
continued, asking him to detail their operation from start to finish, explain
the deductions he’d made at the end…
It was weird, though, for all he
could answer every question, he felt like he was forgetting something.
But if it wasn’t in Haibara’s note cards, it must not have been all that