There was something very special about an evening spent lounging on a red leather couch in the dim lights of a club while singers with beautiful, soulful voices cried out from the stage, accompanied perfectly by the smooth sound of trumpets and piano. They complimented each other perfectly, each one bringing out the best in the other, like a fine wine beside the sharp bite of an aging wheel of cheddar. One long, thin finger stroked the glistening rim of a crystal glass, the condensation dripping steadily onto the table beneath him as he watched from underneath the brim of his wide hat. A soft and almost sultry voice purred into his ear, "Are you ready, Mistah J?" His red lips cracked a small smile and his eyes, piercing and green shot over to view her face. She looked beautiful tonight, though she was always beautiful. This night it was different. Her thick blonde hair, instead of pulled into ponytails on opposite sides of her heart-shaped face was now curled into a tight bun on top of her head, tendrils of honey hair falling like silk past her cheekbones. The dress she wore was still in her classic colors, a dark, midnight black with red accents on the sleeves that hugged her muscular arms and cut off around the wrists. Her scarf was a cherry red, though it looked like blood in the muted lights. And those lips… A dark red lipstick, one that changed when she moved. In direct light it was a bright, beautiful red but if she turned towards the shadows, her lips suddenly looked dark and black, as if they were dripping ink from her mouth.
"Is everything in readiness?" He asked softly as she scooted closer to him, her small hand landing on his thigh. Two small nods and a tiny grin were all she gave him and he nodded, pushing his way off the couch and immediately buttoning his custom-made suit jacket. Those deft, pale hands picked up his glass and quickly threw back the rest of the golden liquor before letting the glass fall to the ground, shattering into thousands of little splinters. No one noticed, the music too loud, the sights and sounds of the club too much for them to be distracted by a simple glass breaking. "Mazel tov."
He held out his arm, coked in at the elbow and blushing, the young woman took it, wrapping her fingers around his elbow. He grinned at her like a cat before calmly walking towards the exit. He waved discreetly at the bouncer who nodded in return and then they were out in the cold winter air of Gotham. The valet was already bringing their car around the front, a purple Mercury Cougar and he tipped the valet generously, earning a pleased and excited smile from the young man. Together they circled to the car and as they started the vehicle and began to drive away, Harley Quinn pulled a small device from her clutch and said, "Bye, bye, Birdy," before twisting the wired key in the side. Behind them, the Iceberg Lounge went up in flames.