AN: Holy shit I got an idea for something actually cute? Lets do this. Also, I just saw Suicide Squad and I freaking LOVE that new Joker/Harley dynamic. So I'm using that for them. Mixing movies and comics because I can.
Hey Jaunty, why are you writing so many fics featuring Crane? Because October is coming up! ...and also because it AMUSES ME. Plus he's a canon character I can actually write for effortlessly. *shrug*
Crane was thoroughly confused, turning the scrap of paper this way and that with a furrowed brow.
"Are ya gonna call it or what?" Harley played with the straw in her drink, smiling pleasantly at the professor.
"I'm pretty sure it's some kind of joke." One of his henchmen had handed him the scrap of paper after their most recent job. He couldn't say he was exactly fond of a basic bank robbery, such cliche antics were well beneath him, but the chemical supplies he needed didn't come cheap. They had been in, they had been out, and yet somewhere along the way a supposed woman had the time to hand one of his men a scrap of paper to hand to him. Call me, it said with a little heart, a phone number written in purple gel ink.
"Well you won't know unless you try it." she hummed, eyes drifting over to her love, who was wrapping up some business at one of the other tables. Finally Crane dialed the number, face twisted in annoyance and preparing for one of the men he hired to have been stupid enough to arrange this practical joke. But instead a female voice answered,
"Hello? Fair speaking, who's this?" his eyes doubled and he immediately hung up the phone, all but slamming it down on the table.
"What?" Harley's attention was back in an instant, Joker heading their way.
"This might not have been a joke."
"Well yeah, who'd be stupid enough to pull a prank on the Master of Fear?" Harley quipped.
"Present company excluded." Joker chimed in with a smirk, leaning in to grab a handful of her hair and tip her head back to drink in her lips. She pulled away giggling after indulging.
"Someone gave the professor their phone number." she filled in her Puddin'.
"Ooooh? Is our Johnny-boy getting lucky?" Crane's frown only deepened.
"I don't see why-" the phone on the table started buzzing, he lifted it to see the number he had just dialed. "She's calling back." he wasn't supposed to sound panicked about it, but something about this situation was reminding him far too much of high school. He was waiting for everyone to jump out and laugh at him. Instead the Joker plucked the phone from his fingers and answered.
"Hello! You've reached the phone of one Jonathan Crane. Joker speaking. Text your address to this device, and we'll pick you up tomorrow at 8 pm. Wear something nice." and with that he hung up the phone, the matter decided. Crane wasn't so certain.
"Who in their right mind would possibly-" the phone vibrated again, and Joker held it open to show the address had been sent.
"You got yourself a date!" Harley squealed with delight, "Double date night!" she clung to Joker, who did a once over on Crane.
"You're not going to wear that, are you?"
AN: I'll leave you off there. cause I can. :P