35Jooo, whaddup? Ya'll remember me? I'm the one who seriously fucked up the last few chapters on this story, then went away for over a year, forgot to read my notifs yeah..
What I'm trying to say is: I'm sorry.
I really am.
I'm so happy! You guys made it to over 36k total views!
How frickin crazy is that?!
You're seriously the best. All of you. I love you so much.
I can't promise you I'll start updating regularly now (I actually moved over to wattpad more or less), but I'll try my best. If anyone still cares about this?
On that note: Special sorry and huge thank you to Bubble Pops.
I only just read your reviews and seriously, you made me come back to this story.
You made me so happy when I finally read your review it reminded me why I started writing in the first place.
So thank you. So much.
here you have your Belle Reve scene. I sincerely hope my writing didn't change too much or is too off now.
I did my best, I think..
Soo anyways, I think this is the longest I've rambled here in a while, huh?
I should probably let you read now..
Yeah..
Ya know the drill. Tell me how good or bad I did xD
if you have suggestions, just throw them at me!
Sincerely,
~Punkin
HARLEY POV
One word to describe her day?
Boring.
One word to describe her week?
Boring!
One word to des-
BORING!
Boring, boring, boring.
Everything was boring.
Why was everything so booooring?
Nobody ever laughed in here, joked in here..
Oh, right.
Nobody in here was him.
'Nearly forgot about that.'
Nobody made her smile, nobody made her grin, smirk, laugh..
What was wrong with her?
She even got an espresso machine!
How many prisoners could say that about themselves?
Harley looked down at the book in her lap, another shitty romance story.
They were really all the same, weren't they?
The boy got the girl, the girl got the boy, they lived happily ever after.
Nobody was alone, nobody died, nobody ended up in a shitty prison after saving the damn world.
Harley sighed, a thing she'd done pretty often lately, and stood up to get another espresso.
Even though the food improved quite a bit after Griggs.. resignation a few weeks ago, it felt like she lived purely on the sweet black liquid pouring out of the machine lately.
Because sleeping was bad.
Sleeping meant nightmares.
Or worse- memories.
Memories of them, of him, of the killing, of Batsy..
Memories of a life she used to live.
And a life she so desperately wanted to live.
She couldn't even laugh anymore.
He'd be so disappointed in her.
Harley Quinn, former Queen of Gotham, ridden of everything, caged in a prison she couldn't get out of on her own, controlled by the big fat meanie everyone called Waller.
Sure, things went pretty well, they saved the world, yaddah yaddah, blah blah blah.
But for Harley, all that mattered was what she lost in the process.
'Puddin..'
The name left a sour taste in her mouth, one that she couldn't rinse down with all the espresso in the world.
It's been weeks.
And she hadn't heard from him.
'Because he's dead.'
Not that she actually expected it.
Not even J could survive a crash like that.
And so, she continued.
Drinking her espresso, reading her stupid romancy books, surviving, waiting for the one day when impossible would become possible and she would laugh again like she used to.
It had been a pretty good day so far.
For Harley as least.
So far no crying, no breakdowns, nobody came in to interrupt her morning gymnast session.
In fact, she hadn't seen a single person all day.
Should she be concerned about that?
Probably.
Was she?
Nope, not interested.
Her trusty espresso machine finally poured out another wave of hot liquid, another hour of sleep chased away.
She wasn't sure how long she'd been in here anymore.
Days, weeks, months.. Who cared?
It didn't matter anymore.
Nothing mattered to Harley Quinn anymore.
At least not until the explosions started.
Her scream of surprise was short-lived however, when guy after guy in uniform ran into the building, shooting the ones that came running into the room from deeper inside the building.
'What the hell is goin on?'
It only took seconds for the fake guards to shoot all the real guards and open up the cage that surrounded her.
Harley, too perplexed to do anything else, just stood there in the corner, hands on her ears, eyeing them carefully.
Who could have sent them?
Maybe Johnny? He had always been nice to her.
But there was one problem.
He died in the crash, just like J did.
So who was it?
Who? Who? Who?
Think, Harley, think!
But all thoughts vanished, when one of the fake guards entered the cage, her cage, way too close to her espresso machine for her liking.
'Alright, screw thinkin. Focus, Harley!'
Her eyes wandered up to the guy who dared to enter her room, who was foolish enough to come close to her.
Maybe she could kill him and take over their gang?
That could be fun.
Not as fun as-
No.
No. That couldn't be.
That.. That was a cruel joke..
Who would be so cruel?
The guy in front of her wore a normal uniform, one like every one of the fake guards, except for the big letters on his chest.
'JOKER'
How cruel could this life be?
What had she done to deserve something like this?
But then he ripped of his helmet and Harley nearly fell to her knees.
There he was.
It couldn't be. He was dead.
But there he was, grinning at her like he always did.
Her head felt heavy and tears threatened to run down her pale cheeks.
This couldn't be real.
But the voices shut up the second she felt those bright eyes on her and a shiver went down her spine when she smelled his cologne.
It was him.
It was J, the Joker, the one and only Clown Prince of-
A screw this.
Ya'll know who stood in front of Harley.
"Puddin?"
Her voice came out soft, way too small to be heard over the turmoil around them, but his grin widened nonetheless.
"Puddin!"
And finally, she rushed forward, pressing herself against him, wanting nothing more than to rip the uniform off of his body to feel every patch of skin, needing more of him.
She felt alive again, alive and at the same time like she was suffocating, because he was finally here again so who even needed to breath anymore?
J came back for her!
J was alive!
She had her King back!
Nothing could stop them, not even death could separate them.
"Let's go home."
And there it was, as small and quiet as it might have been, a laugh.
A pure, happy laugh that seemed to vibrate in her chest and bubble out of her mouth.
Yes.
Home sounded pretty good to Harley right now.
J held her to his chest, his arm securely wrapped around her, daring anyone to steal her away again.
An immovable force, laughing like the madman he was.
And before either could say anything else, he kissed her, long and hard and tender and sweet, everything she knew, everything she missed, everything she thought she had lost.
They kept breaking apart, laughing and grinning, while his men killed everyone who dared to set foot into the room.
"C'mon baby, you and me. Remember?", J whispered in her ear, before placing something heavy in her hand and pulling away, only to grasp her other hand tightly.
Harley gasped when she looked down.
It was her gun.
The one she thought she lost in the battle against Enchantress.
The first gun he ever gave her.
"You and me, puddin."
And they laughed and they killed and they shot everybody around them, before waltzing off towards the van to drive home.
Nobody dared to come close after that.
Nobody dared to lay a hand on either of them.
They were royalty, a King and a Queen, finally free and finally back together.
'Haha, nothin will stop us now.'
