"Where is she?" Thundered the Joker as he forcefully pushed open the double doors in front of him, unaware that one of his goons was standing right behind it and was now on the floor nursing a broken nose. The rest of his gang had jumped up from the golden sofas, attempting to disguise that they weren't doing anything.

Not many of the Joker's men were brave enough to respond directly to their boss. That honour usually fell to Bob, the Joker's number two. "I think I saw her in the Sensory Room boss" stated Bob, careful to not look the Joker in his eyes.

"Fine, get this mess cleaned up, I want the club ready for business when we open later tonight and pick Finn off the floor unless he wants to new job as my personal footstool." The Joker prowled off in the direction of the newly installed Sensory Room. It was an extended cupboard filled with coloured tubes, bubbles and lava lamps which was great for the customers who were either high or needed calming the fuck down.

The Joker stood in the doorway and peered in. He spotted Harley sitting cross legged on the floor, her head resting on a glass tube, her fingers slowly following the ascending bubbles lost in thought, the blue light from the tube highlighting her face.

"Wake up Harley girl we need to shut this place down for the night, it's nearly five in the morning!"

There was no response from his girlfriend, he sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose and raised his forehead where his eyebrows once were. "What's up Princess?" He asked quietly, moving towards her and crouching down in front. Harley looked at her Puddin' with fazed eyes, almost like she was looking through him "oh nothing Mista J, just a bit tired that's all."

"Well snap outta it girl" said the Joker standing up and starting to leave until Harley began "don't cha ever feel like…." she stopped as he spun on his heel to look back at her. She furrowed her bow. The Joker didn't like her complaining or being negative, she wasn't sure if he'd like what she wanted to say, but if it didn't come out Harley felt like she was going to burst. "Like you want to get away from it all?"

"What do you mean?"

Harley sighed, stood up and smoothed out her skirt "well, we've been doing this straight for at least five years, we've never had a break. I've not been outta Gotham since I started working in Arkham. I'd just like a little holiday or something." Harley fully expected the Joker to give her a slap or to tell her to grow up but it seemed that her was actually thinking about it.

The Joker smoothed back his green hair and held out his arm for Harley to take "come on Harley we will discuss this at home." She nodded, it wasn't a no after all, and allowed herself to be led out of their club into the waiting car.

The two clowns sat in the back seats of the black Jeep as their flashy purple sports car was currently being repaired. Harley leaned her head onto the Joker's shoulder and played with his gold bracelet, whist he watched Gotham wizz by the car window. In a few moments they had arrived at their hideout.

A penthouse apartment they had killed for, literally, the previous owners were now spending time at the bottom of the Gotham river in body bags. Harley wordlessly took herself to bed whilst the Joker instructed Bob to set up a few business meetings between him and some of his rivals. The sun had almost totally risen by the time he had decided to join Harley in bed.

The Joker took off his wine red shirt and black trousers and slipped into the black silky bed next to her. Harley has subconsciously sensed his presence because she turned towards him and snuggled against him. The Joker stretched like a cat, his bones clicking as he went, he put an arm around her and softly kissed the top of her head. He then reached over and picked up the remote for the blinds. As the sun rose above the tallest buildings, their binds came down and as the Joker drifted off to sleep he thought to himself 'perhaps it would be nice to have a holiday'