Comical Love
Fleeting Feather
Disclaimer: I do not own the Batman series or are associated with DC Comics in any way. However, I own my ideas and imagination. ;-)
After the pair's close run-in with the police, Harley had mistakenly left key evidence behind from their recent crime.
The infamous duo had been captured and placed in the Arkham Asylum under psychiatric care, after setting local circus tents on fire.
"Aw puddin', don't be mad at me! I slipped up!" Harley Quinn pouted, resting her chin on her palms, while seated beside the green haired jester.
"Don't touch me!" The Joker hissed, rubbing his temples, and pushing her further away towards the corner of the cell, "it's over, simply over!"
After several moments of silence, she shot Joker a puzzled look, and frowned at his behavior towards her.
He clearly wasn't happy.
"It's all my fault! Don't be mad Mr. J, turn that frown upside down!" She pleaded, crawling slowly back towards him.
Before he could respond, an idea overcame him.
"Turn that frown upside..." The Joker whispered, repeating it word for word, smiling devilishly at her.
After several seconds, he eyed Harley and his ill-famed and contagious laughter filled every space and corner in the cell, "bingo!"
"Bingo, what are you talking about deary?"
"I've got it! Even Batsy won't be able to keep up, we're breaking out!"
The couple kept close watch, waiting patiently for the cops and guards to leave.
"There's our bait kiddo," he whispered to his girlfriend, pointing to the important silver key, dangling on the nurse's neck.
Harley nodded gleefully.
Dressed in white, accompanied with nude heels and red lipstick, walked in a brunette nurse clicking her heels with every step towards the villains.
"What would you like for lunch this evening?" The nurse asked politely, smiling and keeping a relatively calm atmosphere.
"How about we play a game instead?" Harley exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear, gesturing for the nurse to come near.
She raised an eyebrow and gave off a bewildered look, stepping back several inches from the bars, however, Harley was already ahead of her, "gameover doll!"
The brunette screamed at the top of her lungs, gripped tightly from the red and black material, fright gleaming in her eyes.
"Help! Help! Somebody help me!"
"Why so serious?" The Joker remarked.
"We did it toots, we escaped!" The Joker mused, climbing inside of a beaten down black Shelby Mustang, the two had just stolen, "we're going to live free from the Dark Knight, just you and me Quinsy!"
"Really? Do you mean it?"
"Have I ever lied to you before?"
"Well..."
"Don't answer that!" He interrupted, changing the subject quickly, "we'll be BIG, BOOM, BANG - on our own, free from the authorities and dreadful walls of the facilities, can't you see it?"
Harley ignored his last statement, holding onto his sleeves like a lost puppy, "you better not be joking puddin'!"
The Joker glared deeply into her eyes and smiled grimly.
"Me? Joke? What a silly thing to say."