Harley Quinn woke up one morning and the Joker was gone. This was nothing unusual. Her puddin was a busy man and often started work before she got up. It was her own fault for sleeping so late she knew. Sometimes she slept so deeply that he had completely relocated to a new hide out by the time she got up. It was so much work, but he always let her sleep right through it because he cared so much. And he had so much faith in her smarts! He knew he didn't even have to tell her where they were moving to because she was just that good at finding him.
She hoped he hadn't moved again though, it was always such a pain to move the babies across town. She glanced around the room and decided this was not the case, the Jokers things were right where they had been last night. Deciding he was just out for a morning heist Harley allowed herself a few moments to relax in bed. She sighed dreamily to her self, maybe Mista J had gone off to get her a present. It was almost their anniversary. Maybe he was going to get her some new pretties. Maybe he would get her a ring. Maybe he was going to ask her to marry him!
A commotion from the kitchen startled her out of her day dreams. The Babies! Harley quickly hopped out of bed, mentally scolding herself. He puddin was out workin and here she was just lyin around. She had work to do too.

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Harley sighed and flopped down on the couch. She had fed the Bud and Lou, cleaned the kitchen, and organized all those papers and things on mista J's desk. After dropping a roast in to the oven (because puddin was always hungry after work) she gathered up all the henchmen's holey socks to darn them on the couch. She flicked on the radio to a local news station. He'd been gone atleast three hours, he must be making news by now.