"Alright you big bunch of morons, make Mistah J and I proud! Last person alive gets to pet Bud and Lou!" the beautiful lunatic screamed from a megaphone at her clown in shining armor's anxious henchmen. Harley Quinn and her grinning lover Joker were sitting atop a decorated balcony about twelve feet above the arena, lounging in multi-colored beach chairs under large umbrellas, anticipating the magnificent slaughter that was about to begin.
The mad lovers decided to wear their summer clothes for this special occasion. They were on vacation after all. The Joker wore an unbuttoned orange and yellow flowered Hawaiian dress shirt that exposed his slim, pallid figure and tan shorts above his knobbly knees with enough pockets to hold his numerous sharp instruments of pleasure. A white sun hat sat on his vivacious green hair and he sipped excitedly on the sweet lemonade that his lovely harlequin had made them, little umbrellas with green smileys on them and all.
Harley couldn't tell whether to keep her wide, azure blue eyes on the scum that were about to be artistically splattered on the hide-out floor or on her impeccable, darling Mistah J. Sporting a black and red one piece swimsuit and sandals, she kicked her smooth, pale legs up and down in excitement, spilling her lemonade on the floor and her pet hyena Lou licking up the mess. She couldn't help but grin at her Mistah J, it was all she could do. He glistened in the Christmas lights tied around the balcony walls and the look in his devilish eyes made her melt like a popsicle in the sun. She had the same effect on him too, she knew. He was just better at hiding it.
"Alright, Harls, you ready?" asked Joker, the smeared lipstick on his face arching with his growing smile.
"You bet I am, puddin'!" Harley exclaimed, clapping her hands and bobbing her blonde and red streaked tied hair back and forth.
There were roughly 80 guys below them, half on one side of the cemented floor and the other half on the other side. They were dressed in the most ridiculous and hilarious outfits Harley and Joker could find, mostly of hideous animals, police outfits with 'GCPD' sprayed in bright spray paint, and homemade Batman outfits. They had no weapons to attack each other with, just their fists. A romantic sight for The Joker and his Harley Quinn.
Harley jumped out of her seat in giddiness and put the megaphone up to her full, pink lips.
"Alright dumbasses, assume your positions! I don't wanna hear any complaints from you! If I hear one mean name mentioned to one another during Mistah J and I's little show, I'll blow you all up myself! Got it? Good!"
The Joker sits up and snatches the megaphone from his ravishing clown in crime and yells, "Break a leg!"
The Joker hands Harley a blow horn and she holds down the button. The men crash into each other moments later, bashing each other's skulls in with their kicks and breaking bones with their fists. They begin to paint the floor and walls with a fresh coat of red paint and throw much-needed body parts into the air, screaming and wailing for their mothers.
Through intense bursts of laughter and amusement, the Joker and Harley topple over themselves and gag and cough at the marvelous fight, cherishing each other's company.
There is no other place in Gotham either of them would rather be at.