Alright, this is my first Harley/Joker story. Their relationship is not based on what it typically is in the comics. He does not disrespect her, and she come crawling back. They are a perfect match for each other and mutually respect one another. (So no flames on that please.) If Joker seems a little OOC, please let me know, as he was a hard character to write for. All in all, I want you to enjoy and please let me hear your thoughts!

Chapter 1

It was a dark and stormy night in Gotham City. The Joker had been in his study plotting his next scheme to kill the Bat. Harley was left all alone in the warehouse with nothing to do. She had been trying to entertain herself but it wasn't working.

"Ughhhh," she whined, "There's nothing to do in this stupid place!"

She hopped off the couch where she was sitting upside down and went into her enormous closet.

"How 'bout a little dress up?" She teased herself. She skipped all around the room trying to put together the cutest outfit.

"Hmm… Now what would my Puddin' like?"

She found her old fishnets with a red booty shorts and her favorite "Mista J" t-shirt which was cut accordingly to her assets.

"Where are my stinkin' boots?" She hollered. Frantically digging around her shoes collection which was organized at one point. Even though Joker was evil, sinister, and diabolical, he treated her like a queen. Everything had to be perfect for his doll. They both were criminally insane, but they respected each other and couldn't be anymore of a perfect match.

"Aha!" She finally found her black leather boots with a sharp point for a 6 inch heel. Strutting her way over to her vanity, she plopped down in her chair and began curling her hair and applying her makeup.

"I'll get all dolled up for my Puddin', go hotwire him a nice car, and have a nice romantic evening.

Harley confidently marched out the door and began walking her way down the streets of Gotham looking for a sporty car good enough for her Puddin'. She came across the real shady part of town where three guys were leaning against a purple car, tricked out to no end, with lime green underglow.

"Hmm... ," she evilly glared.

One of the guys noticed her staring at them.

"Hey, Dollface," he cat-called, "Come over here and give Daddy a little kiss."

She giggled amusingly.

"Say, buddy," she began flirting her way over there, "That's a real nice car ya got there. Mind if I take it for a spin?"

He looked around to his friends as if it was a joke.

"What's in it for me?"

"Anything you want, baby," she got real close to his face, teasing a kiss.

Just then he grabbed her and flung her to the side of the brick wall.

"Oh, I'm going to enjoy this," he said pressing her forcefully. She began giggling.

"What's so funny? You better pucker up for Daddy."

"Don'tcha know who I am?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yeah it mattahs! And you ain't my 'Daddy'!" As quick as a flash, she kneed him in the groin, ducked under him, round house kicked his head to where he fell on the ground, whipped out her revolver and shot him in the knee.

"Name's Harley Quinn, pleased to meetcha!"

His other two friend ls lunged at her to try and take her down.

"Ohhh, you wanna play too?" She gleefully asked, shooting each of them in the abdomen.

"Awh," she whined, "Game ovah…."

She turned on her heel, got in and hot wired the car, and sped off.

"Call the cops on that crazy bitch!" The driver of the now stolen car yelled.

"Whoooo!" She hollered as she zipped through traffic and lights.

She noticed she had a black car behind her, gaining up fast.

"Oh boy! B-Man has come to play! Ya wanna race?!" She punched it into the gear hoping to lose him, but being Batman, he was hot on her tail. Without warning, he was suddenly on the hood of the car, punching through the glass to get at her. She tried to reach for her gun, but he'd already yanked her out of the seat and turned the wheel to crash the car into a cinder block wall, avoiding injury to and bystanders. Grappling up to the nearest structure, he perched over the city with Harley still in his hands, dangling to the city below.

"'Sup B-Man? Ya wanna play with ya Harley? You know I've always got a soft spot ya. You and your muscles…" She gently stroked his forearm. He yanked her up by the shirt and threw her on the ground of the escape ladder.

"You're going away, Quinn. Don't you think you should've learned your lesson by now?"

"I never learn my lesson," she grinned, lunging at him. She pounced him to the ground and kissed him.

"Let me in that suit! I'll show ya a real good time! Promise!"

He quickly reached for his utility belt and had her tied up in an instant. He stood up, wiping his mouth.

"If I had a dollar for every time you've kissed me…"

She giggled maniacally.

The authorities arrive shortly to take her away, Joker still unaware she even left the warehouse.