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After around 3 months of working for a criminal, also known as The Joker, soon after you abandoned your previous life for this life of crime, you realized something about your boss. You decide to confront him about his feelings concerning you, something you have been putting off doing for quite a while, but it doesn't seem to go over very well.
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"Mr. J! I don't know what to do. I give you all of my love, my whole heart, and you continually push it away. I'm living a life of crime now because of my love for you."
"What? And no, it isn't because of me. You chose to live this life, Harley."
"No don't you see?! I'm doing this all for you! I'm not complaining, simply explaining. I left my previous life and I'd do it a trillion times over if it meant that you'd finally accept my love."
"And what will little miss Harley do about it? You can't fix me. No one can. Maybe one day you'll finally understand that."
"I can...you just have to let me in..Please..."
"No, you can't. Stop trying. No matter what you try I can't be changed. Turn yourself in, and try to get back to a normal life. I don't know why I ever thought things could ever work between us."
You push your gun up against his forehead.
"Quinn." He continues. "What are you gonna do? Shoot me?"
The Joker laughs, being unafraid of the gun.
"I will. I wish you would just trust me, but you're too caught up in your own shit (feelings) and won't let me in even after I've done everything you've ever asked of me. You're more scared of the idea of letting anyone love you than you are of a gun."
He remains silent for a moment, that last sentence stinging him with truth, but he doesn't mention it. Instead, he tries to change the subject.
"Maybe I am caught up. But even so, there is still a chance you're just–"
"No! I would do anything for you and you know it. Yet you STILL refuse to acknowledge that there is SOMETHING between us. When we kissed in the alley, tell me, tell me you didn't feel at least SOMETHING."
"Careful. Words like those lead to promises that can't be kept. 'Anything' is a such a common word, but yet holds so much power. At the same time, words are empty and meaningless. Actions do all of the talk needed, without even opening your mouth."
"But Mister J, you're missing the point sweetie. I speak AND I show it too. I truly would do anything at all for you, but you can't see it. Every other girl I can imagine has probably bailed on you considering how you are STILL alone but, not me. You know this as do I. You completely disregarded my feelings and what I said though. I love you. Now please, show me that you love me back."
You can tell he is a bit stunned by your words due to his expression, but he soon switches back to that same stoic face, and that stubborn mood which is oh so familiar to you. He again, ignores your words and instead asks a question.
"Question...Would you die for me?"
"I- Yes."
"No, that's too easy. Would you— Would you live..for me?"
"Yes."
"....."
"I would."
You stare at him, hoping to finally have had some sort of breakthrough, but instead, he takes another jab at your heart.
"Quinn, go."
"Sir I-"
"Go."
"Please—"
"No. Harley, you are detrimental to my plans to destroy Gotham."
"If you truly believed that, you wouldn't have kept me around... CORRECTION. Strung me along for all of this time. If you truly thought that I was a liability—"
"Shut up little girl. You know nothing about my works. You know nothing about me. Stop pretending you know me. I—"
There is a long pause.
"It's time for you to get going. Move along now, Harley Quinnzel."
He kisses you one last time, and then walks away.
"Are you leaving me?! Mr. J please!—I can't live without you..."
You shout, but get seemingly no response. After you turn to leave, he sneaks one more look at you, and then continues walking with a guilty look and a fake smile on his face, trying to act normal, as if he didn't just leave the love of his life. He was too cowardly to admit his true feelings. Feeling defeated, you too walk away, and begin heading home. As you walk, you reflect on everything that happened prior to this moment, and you feel like you're at your lowest low. Caught up in your thoughts and on your phone, you don't notice other people in the world, and you end up having a head on collision with someone else who also happened to be in a similar situation.
"Oof!" You both say in unison as you collide, dropping your phones.
"Sorry!" You both shout, bending down at the same time and bumping heads again.
"I'll get it." He says awkwardly, scratching his head.
You finally look up at him, still on the ground. He's wearing a funny looking sleek red and black suit, almost like Spider-Man, but it isn't Spider-Man. There's no blue. Just red. And black.
"Oh excuse me where are my manners." He reaches a hand out to you, to which you respond eagerly, taking his hand, standing up quickly and dusting your outfit off.
"My name's Deadpool," he continues, handing you your phone. "And you?" He looks at you with a somewhat curious look that you can, somehow, see through his suit.
"Ah, I'm Harley!" You say in a slight shout, awkwardly through your small, but noticable accent. You have many questions, but decide not to ask them. Well, all but one.
"What's with the suit?"
"What's with the pigtails?" He replies.
"Ah– Hey!"
"No hard feelings." he says, smirking through his suit.
"Not funny." You whisper.
"Totally funny." He responds.
"You know I can see your expressions through your suit right?"
"Yeah, it's kinda a thing." He says. "I don't know how people see it, but it's fine with me."
"Haha."
"Anyway, we should probably get going now. I'm sure you have somewhere to be, as do I." He said that knowing the only place he had to be, was home on the couch watching romance movies after his girlfriend dumped him, but he wasn't gonna say that.
"Yea, I do." You respond trying to seem productive, knowing you'll probably being sobbing in your bedroom the moment you get home reminiscing over the times you had with your boss.
"So uh, cya." He says.
"Cya." You say, waving at him.
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