Harley's first kill.
Joker pulled Harley out of the acid and kissed her, her breath returning to her. J carried her out of the acid and to his car. Her shirt was in tatters by now, his gone as well, only her undergarments were intact. (Yes, I know it's very convient that she still has her bra on and stuff, but hey, I didn't want to go THERE ok?)
He carried his newly mad, ex-doctor to the back seat. Some on his henchmen had already arrived to check out the area make sure there weren't any 'liabilities'.
Joker only truly realized the scope of his new creation's madness when she pulled the gun from the holster that had survived the acid. She shot one of J's men straight in the forehead, before curling closer to Joker's chest.
"What was that for?" He laughed, obviously pleased.
"He looked at me funny." She giggled and sighed at the warmth radiating off his chest.
"Well, we can't have a man looking at their Queen that way, can we?" Joker laughed quietly, placing Harley in the backseat of the Lamborghini put his hand over her face, for the second time that night. "Smile baby, let your insaneness rule you." He lauged manically and smiled when he felt Harley nod and comply.