It was hard to live in Gotham City and not know who the Joker and Harley Quinn were but you had made some effort to not ever end up on their radar but that went terribly wrong. You had been in a bar when Harley came in and she was very chatty, so you got talking with her. She told you that she and the Joker and broken up and although you had no intentions to end up in a relationship with the infamous Harley Quinn, you got along well, and a casual relationship seemed natural.

There weren't any labels and both of you were happy with that, you weren't even officially together more sticking to being friends with benefits whilst having the opening to see other people if you wanted to. You hadn't met anyone else, and you became more excited every time she called you to join her in her bed for the night. Once again, she had called you and you headed to her apartment, discarding your clothes within seconds of entering her home and spending your time in her bed.

You had finished with round one, the two of you curling up as a sweaty mess below her sheets, waiting to get your breath back before you'd go back for round two.

"That was better than yesterday," you sighed, snuggling up close to her.

"I've never been known to disappoint," she grinned.

The two of you cuddled together for a couple of moments before a loud knock came on her front door. You jumped up to sit up in the bed, clutching the sheet around you as you heard the voice you least wished to here.

"Fuck!" Harley exclaimed, jumping out of her bed, grasping for any clothing that she could get on.

"Is that the Joker?" You whisper screamed at her, not knowing what the hell was going on.

"Yes," she responded. "You have to leave right now."

She made her way over to your side of the bed, pulling you up to your feet, thrusting your clothes into your arms.

"What is he doing here?" You questioned. "You said you broke up and he wasn't speaking to you."

Harley gave you an apologetic smile as she opened the window out to the fire escape.

"We got back together last week. If he finds you here, you're a gonna."

You didn't have a chance to process the pain that panged in your heart before you were pushed out onto the fire escape, naked and confused, the window latching behind you and the curtains being pulled. Quickly you tried to pull on the mismatch of clothing you'd been given before climbing down the ladder, not knowing what you were going to do or what this meant for you and Harley.

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Written by Charlotte.

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