"Oh well, I love you, pretty baby,

You're the only love I've ever known.

Just as long as you stay with me,

The whole world is my throne."

-Beyond Here Lies Nothin' by Bob Dylan


He was in a good mood; she had known it since the minute he had walked through the door of their temporary hideout.

She knew that the heist had gone well when he came in, his suit tails almost on fire with the amount of pride that his body was dragging in with him. He wore freedom like the finest ensemble of all; even finer than the expensive clothing that resided on his back for days at a time.

She knew he was really in a good mood when the first thing he did was address her.

"Harley," his voice serenaded, and the walls seemed to echo him. "How are you on this," he grinned, gesturing to the room around him, "delightful evening?"

She couldn't help but laugh at the joyous look that took residence on his features. He just chuckled then plopped down next to her on the faded loveseat. Placing his arm around her, he pulled her closer to his side and she nearly melted. He wasn't exactly the touchy-feely type, so she took advantage of the close contact when she could.

"I'm assuming everything went well then, did it?" He just snickered at her question and got up abruptly, nearly making her face hit the seat at his sudden departure. By the time she sat up straight, he was standing in front of her while music was playing in the background.

The song that was playing had catchy tune; the combination of instruments creating a blues-like rhythm.

He grabbed her hands and nearly pulled her arms out of socket, beginning to twirl her around. They were dancing in a strange, mutated tango and he nearly sent her flying several times at the speed he was moving. One second they were moving left, another second they were moving right. She started getting disoriented and began to giggle, making him laugh.

"So," she repeated, snickering in between words, "I'm guessing it went well?"

He chortled spinning her out of his arms then yanking her back into his chest again.

"Oh, it uh," he said lowly, "It went excellently. Not even the Bat could stop us."

After he stated this, he bent over, dipping Harley low to the ground. He held her there for several seconds, then grinned and let her fall to the floor.

"Hey!" She said, rubbing her head. He ran into the bedroom, not closing the door. She knew how to play that game, and he had just handed her an open invitation. She smirked and ran into the bedroom, making sure to shut the door this time.

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Two henchman happened to be observing the spectacle from the kitchen.

"What just happened?" One named Derrick asked the other. The other man, Mark, laughed.

"It's the Joker and the chick crazy enough to date him. Does that answer your question?"

Before Derrick could respond, they heard two shrieks of laughter; one deeper than the other.

"I'm not really sure I want to know."


A/N: Just a little short one I felt like writing. I'm always writing these deep Joker/Harley stories, so I just thought that I would write a playful one. The idea came to me today when I was listening to Beyond Here Lies Nothin' by the amazing Bob Dylan. There I was, and all of a sudden--BAM! The Joker and Harley dancing around their hideout! They've dancing around my brain ever since then, so I was forced to get this out of my head. Anyway, hope you liked and pretty PRETTY please with a nice cherry on top and pudding on the side leave a review!