Joker found himself wandering about Clown Manor for Harley. She'd been out of bed by the time he got up, so she must have been up around three. He didn't often pay this much attention to any one girl, they were simple minded toys, but Harleen had been smart, Harley was smart, sassy, crazy. She snapped in an instant so unpredictable it even surprised Joker.
He hated that he was so intensely attached to her. She wasn't ever supposed to be anything but a pawn in his and Batsy's game of violent and bloody chess, but now, now she had shattered whatever independence he had, he'd tried drugs a couple of times, but decided against recreational use because it fogged her mind too much, but no drug was quite as addictive as the one and only Harley Quinn.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are baby." J called, but turned to the training room when he heard his queen's sickly sweet giggle.
He walked in to find Harley hanging from the bar the men and he, himself, used for chin ups. A single, chemical bleached leg was hooked onto the metal bar, her other leg crossing over the other so that her body was stretched backwards. Her hair was down, the blanched color twisted with blue and red, a pair of black short shorts rode high up her legs, and a crop top covered her chest, a thick band of her pale skin was exposed, and Joker could tell she'd lost a lot of weight since becoming Harley Quinn.
"Puddin'!" She laughed sweetly and wrapped her second leg on the bar, completely hanging upside down. He came closer, and kissed her upside down.
Before he could blink she had dismounted and flipped so that she landed so close to him that their chests brushed. She kissed him non-too-gently and smiled.
"Come on baby, we've got plans" He told her and cackled, her following in a rythymic maniacal laugh all her own.
"Let's do it." She smiled and took his hand so he could drag her out of the training room.
After Harley and Joker had armed themselves, and Harley pulled back her hair, they got into a flashy green car, driving rampant through the streets.
"Come on kitten, we've got work to do."
Joker led Harley into a restaurant. J gunned down some of the patrons while Harley went about killing the staff, with both her bat, and her hands. One of the men had gotten in a good hit and punched her in the lip, splitting it, causing it to bleed. Joker watched as she tantalizingly wiped it around her lips, smacked them, and finally smiling.
By now the owner had come out and Harley had a gun from her holster pointed at his head. "Sit down. Get comfy" Harley pushed the man to a booth.
Joker sat down across from the man, but refused to pay any attention to the man as Harley flounced away, going to the bar, and fixed herself a drink, her childish pig-tails bouncing. She sat on the counter of the bar and sipped the blue martini.
"I'm sorry sir, if you just give me a week, I can get you the money." The man blubbered. Joker tore his attention away from the Queen to the fat, gluttonous man before him.
"Ah, I wish I could, but if I did, I couldn't treat my girl over there right. And you would never treat a woman, especially mine, to everything she wants, would you? No, I knew you'd see it my way." J laughed and pulled his gun from his holster.
"No! Sir, just let me get the mon-" The man was abruptly cut off with a gun shot.
"No can DO!" J let out a laugh so nefarious it strained his throat.
Harley giggled and hopped from the counter, threw her glass to the floor and ran to J. He opened his arms for her and she gladly accepted.