Joker's POV:
I woke up next to Harley. My arm was draped protectively across her chest, as if to say "back off, she's mine."
I gave her some neck kisses to wake her up. She just looked so tantalizing in that tiny lingerie set.
She smiled sleepily. "Mornin', honey."
"Good morning, sweetie." I moved my arm off her chest so she could hug me.
"Are you feeling any better today?" she asked.
"Still a little sore from last night's brawl," I replied. "But I think I can manage."
"I can bring you breakfast in bed. Oswald's making that tea you like," Harley offered.
I smiled. "That'd be lovely."