Life After Death (Harley and Joker)

Chapter 19: After Therapy

A/N
I'm not putting my Harley outfit and stuff on this chapter because I need to do the makeup when I get chance, I'll post a photo as soon as I can! Xx

Harley rubbed her eyes and slowly sat up. She was very confused as to where she was or what she was doing. Her head felt so painful, but she was okay with it. She had felt that pain before and weirdly enough, she liked it.

Harley turned her head and saw Joker stood in the corner, looking slightly bored but his eyes lit up as he saw her lift up from the table.

"Your awake! Good" Joker clapped his hands and walked over to Harley

"What happened Puddin?" Harley asked. Jokers face had a large smile smacked on it.

"Harley you're back! You are actually back!" Joker wrapped his muscly arms around Harley's cold, shaken body.

"Where did I go? What do you mean?" Harley couldn't remember a thing about falling off the window or in hospital. All she remembered was her Puddin; and everything else that came with him.

Joker picked Harley's limp body of the metal table and she hugged him tightly as he carried her out of the room.
They made their way through Arkham, dodging any sight of guards who were still alive. The dark walls of the asylum screamed as Joker swiftly made his way out of the hell hole known as Arkham. When they walked out of the gates, Frost spotted them and indicated for them to hurry up. Joker walked quicker until he reached the van they came to Arkham in. He jumped in the back, still clutching onto his Harley who was still snuggled up into Jokers chest.

Frost handed Joker his jacket and Harley's clothes; her Harley clothes.
Harley was still in the same clothes when she jumped into the chemicals. They were now dry but had big rips in them.
Instead of putting his jacket on, Joker wrapped it around Harley to keep her warm. Her hair was still flowing in big, waves, with her red and blue ends still glowing in the darkness. Joker held onto Harley's clothes. He knew he wouldn't need them now but she would put them on soon enough.

The doors on the back of the van were closed and the van began to move. Jokers henchmen were shoved into the back of the van as well as Joker and Harley.
Frost was driving the van all the way to Jokers hideout.

Harley's head was pounding in pain. She placed her index fingers on her temples. The burns on the sides of her soft skin were stinging.

"Owe" Harley said under her breath.

"Just lie down sweetie" Joker insisted. Harley tightly cuddled Jokers chest and closed her eyes. Her mind drifted off into some place else as she fell asleep; in her puddin's arms.