"Are you afraid of me?" He asked.
In which Joker tries to win Harley's heart back from their previous break up
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Joker-
I laid still on the empty king sized bed, sighing deeply through the crisp air.
I had just gotten home from work and just couldn't get my mind off of something.
More so, someone.
That bratty blonde bimbo whose laugh I claimed was incredibly annoying, but I secretly loved in my own sick, twisted way.
But she was gone now.
Because i'd idiotically told her to leave and she unexpectedly listened.
And just telling her to come back wasn't that easy.

She seemed perfectly fine without me. Why should I spend my time begging for forgiveness when she's likely to continue staying with Ivy? At least she didn't treat her like shit.

I sighed deeply as I remembered the sorrow chain of events that occurred a couple weeks back.
I remembered how angered I was and how broken she looked.
I had broken her.
But I wanted to put her back together again.

I remembered the phone call i'd gotten from Ivy the day of the fight.
How I could almost see the angered look on her face as she shouted through the phone speaker, almost feel the imaginary slap she'd threatened to give me after i'd shattered her best friends heart to pieces.

I chuckled slightly at the thought of Ivy mad.

But I soon frowned as I thought about Harley, the look on her face when I had told her to leave.
I figured even if I tried to beg her to come back Ivy would be in the way, breaking us apart and keeping Harley away from me and my insane temper. She'd be a good friend for keeping us apart. But my feelings meant something too.

They mean I should at least try to get her back, even with thousands of doubts that I'd be rejected, and reminded of how cold hearted and idiotic I was from just letting her go. I guess I didn't realize how much I needed her back...

The sound of my shriveled heart beating was enough for me to get up on my feet, and slowly walk toward the door. My hands hovered over the doorknob as I pass the time fiddling with my clothes to avoid leaving my house. After a few minutes of standing by the doorway my hands were finally on the steering wheel inside of my purple Lamborghini.

I focused on the words inside my head, replaying what I was going to tell Harley.
How would she acknowledge me? She can't just reject me. But she is a woman with her own rights and thoughts...
Though I know she can't deny the love she still has for me.

I bite my lip, parking my Lamborghini two blocks away from the Plant's house, my palms sweaty from being so nervous, a feeling I'd never felt before.
My eyes wander toward the small apartment as the silence of Gotham calms me down a bit more.
Then slowly and surely, I begin knocking on the wooden door.

Expecting for a long wait ahead of me, the door instantly swings open revealing a not so promising Ivy before me.
I clench my teeth, reminding myself that the girl in front of me is a friend of Harley's, and killing her wouldn't be an option.

Sudden laughs spill it of Ivy's mouth, as I shake my head.
The small laughter suddenly turns to silence as she says something catching my attention.
"I really don't know why you came back J, it's a waste of mine, yours, and Harley's time." She says, making me turn speechless. Just her mentioning Harley's name makes me shift in my presence.

"I'm not as mean as you think I am, pothead." I blurt out, not completely thinking as I hear her chuckle once more.

"I'm not just letting you back into her life J. I know you'll never change." She says bitterly, feeling defeated as I know she could be right.
To busy surrounded in my thoughts, I hadn't noticed Ivy slowly closing the door.
But that didn't happen.

"Ivy, wait!" The sudden spark of Harley's voice was enough for me to wake up from being so deep in thought as I glanced at the half open door, waiting for someone to come out.

"Harley, I told you you didn't need to come outside." Ivy's voice a bit stern as a sudden sigh escaped Harley's lips.
"I need to talk to him." Harley fought back, the two consistently arguing until Ivy eventually gave in, walking toward another room.

The door slowly opened, Jokers eyes wandering toward the fair woman in front of him.
Her long blonde hair cascaded to one side as she wore casual clothes with her eyes a mixture of blues, showing strong emotions.

Harley suddenly cleared her throat as the green haired man silently licked his chapped lips, looking up at her nervous presence.
"I missed you." She whispered, a tiny spark in her eye.
Joker smiled lightly, and soon frowned as she spoke once more.
"But Ivy's right J, I don't know if it be healthy for me to come back with you." She says, her voice shaking.

I bite my lip for what it seemed like the hundredth time that day as I also begin to speak.
"I'm evil, I make mistakes, I hurt people, but when I say sorry, I actually mean it." I protest, taking a hand from Harley who's eyes were now a porcelain blue, almost if it could be cracked.

"But I'm just complicated, and you know that." I whisper, feeling a light squeeze from Harley's fist.

"That's why I need to come back." She smiles, her blue eyes filling with relief and happiness.

I smile, as I face her once more, our eyes staring into each others deeply.
"Are you afraid of me?" I ask, as she looks back at my concerned face.

"Maybe so, but I can't give up on the man who made me, me." She whispers back.