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@kniivesandlint threatened the lives of everyone i know if I didn’t post this. So heres a weird and bad drabble I did for Joker/Jack and Harley/Harleen.

Harleen was an only child growing up. She was the bastard of a man who manipulated her mother, and Harleen grew up watching the lover her mother had for him destroy every ounce of who she was. All those fairy tales of true love never spoke to this little girl. She'd seen the real face of love.

The ugly truth of what it could be. And so this little girl grew up refusing to acknowledge its existence. Terrified of what it would do to her if she fell prey to its misleading clutches. She lead her life by her own rules, keeping relations with men strictly physical. Using them for the fleeting pleasure she could not be caught by, instead of cheating doom in matters of the heart.

In the spring of her Jr. year in med school Harleen Quinzel's life changed forever when she met a man named Jack.He was a chemistry major. A funny and charming man. Blond hair, curly as could be. He had a smile that was so contagious she deemed it a hazardous material right away. He had bumped into her, knocking her files and books to the ground. How cliche' right?

She thought so too.

He was instantly hooked on her. He loved her smile too. This pretty blonde looked like she needed it more to be honest. He made the choice right then and there to dedicate any free time he had to making her smile.

Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and the two found themselves inseparable friends. Studying, lunches, even hiding out in the library just to talk about anything and everything.The weird part about this, was that they hadn't even slept together. It didn't come up. Not for months. Until he took her out on July 20th. Harleen's birthday. He got her into lots of shinanagins that day.

Contraband on campus, including liquor and fire works. Swimming in the fountain. Yea, Harleen smiled a lot around him. She was having such a good time that she couldnt stop herself from leaning in and pressing her lips to his. One thing lead to another, and they fucked right there in the fountain. Once more behind the statue on campus, and then again in his dorm room.

All this energy they had for each other. It was like lighting when they touched. Come that morning Harleen had awoken with the knowledge of her fatal mistake, when he rolled over and pulled her close. A stupid chemistry joke broke the foggy morning silence and he whispered in her ear that he loved her.

Harleen's heart stopped.

Not because of what he said. No. Because she was falling in love with him too.

A quiet panic set in and Harleen excused herself with a fake smile. She was apparently going to be late for class. Jack didn't see her again after that. But she saw him. She saw him waiting for her. She watched him searching campus high and low for her. With each passing day his smile faded, until it was rarer than hers. That was what she was running from. Not him, but what that sickening thing called love was doing to him.It was killing who he was. Everything about him. She would not suffer the same fate. So she cut ties before they could form knots. two years later Harleen Quinzel became the first student at Gotham University to intern right out the gates at Arkham.

She was ambitious and good at her job. So good, they gave her their hardest patient. A man of unknown origins. Driven mad by a chemical accident. Bleached skin, green hair. The most sickly smile anyone has ever seen. Called himself the Joker.

Harleen was not expecting what happened that day when they brought the man in. It wasn't his hair, or his smile that gave him away. It was his eyes. The eyes she spent months staring into telling herself they were the eyes of her bestfriend and nothing more. The eyes of a man so full of love and laughter that he seemed to brighten the whole world around them. Now?

They were the eyes of a man who'd tasted the illness called love, and it'd torn him apart.

"You look familiar doc." He grins, "Havent I seen you on one of the stripper poles of Gotham?"He giggles to himself.

It's the same laugh. Just... Just darker.

"Maybe." She retorts, absent jest or even a smirk.

"Why so serious? Lets put a smile on that face of yours Doctooooor Quinz-"

He has no memories of his former life. Not before the accident drove him mad. But some times he can catch a brief glimpse of something from his past with the right trigger.

Quinzel.

A blond girl giggling and telling him he made awful jokes. He can't quite see her face behind her hand, but he can see her eyes. Those cold blue eyes.

"Do you want to know how i got these scars doctor?""I'm in an accident you see. Chemicals, nasty things in the right combination. Bleaches my skin. Dyes my hair. I woke up in a hospital. They tell me I'm lucky to be alive." He smirks, pausing to lick his lips a few times."Lucky to be alive they say." Another giggle.

" As what? I ask the nurse, a ghost? I have no idea who I am, my skin is splotchy and my hair! Well its a new fabulous colour! Don't you think Quinzel?"

She doesn't respond, just nods and listens. "She tells me," He licked his lips and leaned in like he was still upset about the audacity of the woman.

"She tells me, I should smile. Smiling and laughter are the best medicines."

"So you know what I do doc? I took the kniiiiife, from my lunch traaay. This is good, listen to this. And I caaaaaaaaaaarveee my lips into a smile. Why? Because, if I smile BIGGER and CONSTANTLY! I should heal faster!"

Harleen's brows knitted together, but she kept her silence just listening.

"Naturally- I sued the hospital for malpractice. After all, a doctor giving out fake advice like that could lead to some- accidentallllll misUNderstANDings." He giggled again.

"It says here you stabbed her to death with her own pen.""I lied. Sue me." Another sickening laugh.

The worst part about all of this was the crippling guilt she felt for this poor man. He'd lost everything, everyone he ever knew was gone to him, and no one cared to step up and tell him who he was. Strange, the longer she spent with him the more she felt like she knew him. The more she wanted to know him better. He had this gravitational pull towards her, and no matter what she did she couldn't escape the fact that she wanted to be where ever this man was. She'd only felt it once in her life, back in college. She run from it for so long it seemed to be catching up with her. Her will to fight it, her ability to run from it, was all fading. It was like she was caught in a bear trap and he was pulling her in slowly and painfully. She could see it happening but was powerless to stop it.

"Do you know any jokes doc?"

"Just one." She replied.

Harleen was hesitant to say it, after all, it was the worst joke she'd ever heard...

"Babe Ruth is on the field, practicing his batting when a horse walks up to him. He says I'm here to try out for the team. Babe Ruth looks at him confused, youre a horse, what can you do? The horse replies, I can do what you can do, but better. So Ruth hands him a bat and pitches to him. BAM BAM. Hit after hit out of the park. Ruth is so impressed, he says what else can you do? Well I can play short stop! The horse boasts. Oh wow! Can you pitch? The horse deadpans and looks him dead in the eye. Who ever heard of a horse that can pitch?"

She cant help the nostalgic smirk on her face.

Its the same joke Jack had told to her in the library. The worst joke she'd ever heard.

Somewhere deep in the Joker's mind something triggers. Another memory. Holding a girls hand. A water fountain. Lunch. A kiss, brisk movements and shared breath under a blanket. The images drive him mad, and he cant handle it, a psychotic break pushing him to rage and orderlies rush in to save Harleen.

Its only when she finds herself yelling "Don't hurt him!" That she knows.

Harleen Quinzel was in love.

She doesn't know who he really is anymore than he does. But she knows what she feels when shes with him. And he knows he has met her before.

Neither of them will ever truly know just how deep they are connected, but as time passes they will make choices, decisions they never thought they'd make for each other. Actions that seem almost out of character for them all because of the connection they are unaware they share.He'll keep her instead of killing her, shape her mind into something reminiscent of his own. He'll pamper her. Call her baby, kiss her. Fuck her. and when hes done with her he'll let her stay.

She will let him drive her crazy. Hit her. Beat her. Abuse her, throw her into harms way and each time she'll crawl back because they are connected. They are sick and dark soulmates in the slimy underbelly of a thing called love. See, not everyone knows that love is not all flowers, romance and weddings.

Its an addiction you just can't shake. A gnawing need for someone that drives you mad. A weakness for someone you'd rather not have. But you keep them. Because they bring a smile to your face. You keep them, because its empty and to quiet when they are not around.

You keep them because when your entire world feels like its spinning, you need them to hold on to. Harleen never truly escaped the clutches of love, and in running from it she forged her own fate at the hands of a man who'd gone mad over the same love she'd run from. Fate has a funny way of working around all the curve balls you throw at it. Its finicky, and if you piss it off? Well.

No one wants a mad love. Except maybe these two.

#Jarley #joker and harley #;;save #;;drabble

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