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Male! Harley Quinn x reader

Source: http://kaloomte-cassy.deviantart.com/art/Wonderfully-Obsessed-Male-Harley-Quinn-x-Reader-543508764
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Was it better if you kept pretending you didn't remember?

"Ha! Ya thought ya could get away that easily, didn't ya?."

A body lay on the floor at his feet. He ignored the puddle of blood he constantly stepped on as he slowly edged over to the corpse. The huge mallet dragged on the floor nearly taking away the bloodshed it caused earlier. But how could you forget it? Blood drops still clung to the deadly weapon. It was so gruesome and terrifying. You constantly asked yourself why didn't do something. It didn't make any sense. Then again, you didn't' quite know who you were. Only he did. Your whole semblance of self was based on what he said.

Watching him swing his mullet around for it to swing and rest on his shoulder, you could only stand there in wonder. It always amazed you how strong he was to carry a weapon twice his size.

"Serves ya right, mista'. No one makes a pass at my Doll and gets away with it- that is if ya had hands to begin with!" He proceeds to laugh and its deep sound nearly makes you want to laugh with him. Almost.

He turns to you, raising an eyebrow. "Wassup, Doll? Doncha think that's funny?"

It's hard to stare into his ice-blue eyes without now obviously seeing the insanity reigning within them. What's more frightening is that he wasn't the type of crazy that could be easily manipulated. Oh no, it was much worse. In that twisted mind lie a genius that coolly calculated every move with the guise of being clinically insane.

'Was that always there?'

Every step you took could easily mean the continuance of your life...or death.

"I'm sorry, Babe. I can't laugh when I'm always thinking the Batman, who's always on our tail." The statement wasn't a complete lie. Half-truths weren't lies; maybe.

"Oh." He noticeably relaxes. It seemed something he wanted to keep hidden did. "Is that all yar worried about? Well, don't be scared! I'm right here. No one, and I mean no one is gonna take ya away. Not even Bats."

You take comfort in his words despite him wrapping an arm over your shoulders. His grasp is a little too tight than what he usually does. It slips your mind how possessive he looked when he said no was going to take you away.

'Maybe he just wants to protect me.' You would reason to yourself. After all, he has taken care of you for nearly nine months. His story of rescuing you when you desperately needed it, always made your heart grow its own set of wings.

Sometimes his hand would lightly rub over the place where your nine-month old head injury was. You yourself would notice a dip on the side of your cranium everytime you washed your scalp. Hale told you time and time again it was because of the Batman punching the side of your head. Naturally you accepted this truth. Not because you were helpless, but because Hale was the only one that was there when you woke up.

Who could deny their savior?

As time went by, Hale grew more attentive. He started following where you went, saying villains had to be extra careful of the Batman. When you asked if you were a villain, he would cheerfully reply,