Minutes after the Joker's henchmen entered the basement the Joker came through the door with a wicked grin on his face. "DARRYL, KEITH, HAROLD. I NEED YOUR HELP" he yelled in a voice that could make a toddler cry on command.
"With what boss?, is it a heist?" Keith asked,
"No you damn fool, I'm planning a date with Harley" J answered.
Harold looked at Darryl with a crazy grin on his face, "You seriously thought us guys would know anything about this kind of thing Joker?, that kid is insane you figure something out!". Normally The Joker would shoot him on command for raising his voice, oh who am I kidding. The Joker pulled out his handgun with no hesitation and shot Harold in the leg. "ANY MORE COMMENTS BOYS?", there was a pause of silence. "THOUGHT SO, NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!". There was the sound of scurrying, and of course limping, then the basement door shut. "What to do..." J thought, "What to do...".
Harley had just pulled into the Local Stop and Shop in the next town over known as Leravon City. Being new to the smaller city she got out of the car slowly and scanned the area for any "Wanted" signs, the Gotham Police Department had been good at screwing her visits to cities over. Once she figured there were none in sight she stepped out of the getaway car to which she was greeted with cat calls from bikers who had parked next to the sidewalk. "Disgusting men" she thought, "They wouldn't be doing that if my puddin' were here". "HEY, TAKE A PICTURE WHY DON'T YA!" she screamed at them. "Feisty, I like you baby" one of the bikers beamed at her and replied to her pissed look with a wink.
"Oh boy" Harley thought as she walked across the pavement towards them with a sly grin on her face. "I'm never going to be allowed here again am I?" she spoke under her breath gritting her teeth. As she got closer to the bikers their cat calls just got even more relentless and loud. She had made it to the Bike filled sidewalk after having to look at her feet stomping a little too noticibly on the pavement. One of the bikers stood up, a burly man with a longer leather jacket that read "Big Papa". "Great this must be the ring leader" Harley thought. The biker lifted up his hand and reached toward her face, "Don't. You. Dare." Harley thought "Don't. You. Freaking. Dare". The biker cradled her chin in his hand only to be met by her almost-too-heavy-to-carry purse. "DON'T TOUCH ME YOU FILTHY BASTAHD!, MY PUDDIN' WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD ON A STAKE". The rest of the bikers were too stunned to move, they went from giving nodding looks of approval at their boss touching Harley, to the dumbfounded did she just seriously knock him on his ass look. "ANYBODY ELSE WANNA TOUCH?" she said a little to loudly placing a hand on her hip. The bikers looked like they were pondering it until she gave them a pissed look and they turned away, "That's what I thought".
Harley strutted away from the sidewalk wearing the biggest grin ever thinking how great it had felt to knock the biker out cold. You'd think it would have been J that would have taught her to hit like that, but what people didn't know was before you became a psychiatrist at Arkham you had to take a self-defence class. Looking back on it now Harley chuckled to herself "Bet they never though a super villian would come from their staff, Idiots". Harley walked into the supermarkets doors and
"Come here often?" he asked her. Harley cringed at the more-than-cheesy pickup line the Creeper had used on her. She turned to face him, "Listen here Creep-o, I don't have time for this and if you think I do then you are sadly mistaken". Harley turned back around and walked over to the areas she needed to be she didn't have time to deal with the Creeper nor the patience. She turned to face him once she got by the register. "Leave me alone now or I'll get my J to teach you a lesson." She said a snarl had formed on her bright red lips. The Creeper backed off obviously he had found another girl to prey on, in the meantime Harley had to get back to her J and see what he had planned for date night.
The Joker had been planning since the moment the goons had left him. He had never felt such a soft spot for Harley before, or really anyone before. He had been counting the times he had hurt Harley and hoped that this would make all of the bad things go away. The plan The Joker had was to show her that no matter how he may treat her there is always good in the bad, and maybe he doesn't show his love too often but he thought of it as a way to protect her from getting to close before he lashed out again. He was always afraid of Harley getting closer than she already was to him, and then him lashing out at her for something she had done, causing her to leave him. He had seen it happen before with plenty of the others. Tonight was not the night that he was going to hurt Harley… he hoped.