On their way to their hideout, it was quiet. None of them spoke, specially Harley. She was very tired, so she fell asleep. As the Joker saw Harley, he looked where the wound was and remembered the scary feeling he got thinking he could have lost Harley that quick. He was concerned, he didn't wanted her to die. Not even by his own hands. They arrived home, but Harley was still asleep. He took this moment and took a closer look to the wound. He lifted Harley's Arkham shirt and unwrapped the medical bands that were around her lower chest; just to see the scar she had left from the surgery and then wrapped the band again around her. The Joker then started spotting all the bruises, scratches and cuts he had made her in the past. If she had so many on her chest, torso and collarbone, he couldn't imagine how many more she had on other parts of her body. It was horror to his eyes. His little toy was already hurt, by his own bare hands. Now that she had saved his life, he felt bad with himself. He then decided he would value her more, and not yell at her for every stupid thing she would say. After all, he spoke more stupidity than her.
He couldn't believe a girl like Harley, beautiful, stunning, with a bright future, capable of having a normal life, would have given up everything because of him. He got out of his thoughts and came back to reality.
"Home, sweet, home." The Joker said as he opened his door and made his way out of the car. That woke up Harley, which was now doing the same. He was about to make his way inside when he notice Harley could barely walk. She was about to fall but he got in time to take one of her arms around his shoulders to help her out. "Feeling dizzy?" He asked Harley. "Not really, Mr J. Is just that, it hurts when I walk. The running kinda hurt me, ya' know?" Harley whined. "Don't worry cupcake, I'll take care of that." And with those words said, he lifted Harley bridal style. She gazed with surprise. 'Did he just lifted me up? Wait, did he just made a kind gesture? No, but wait! He just saved me from falling?' Harley was amazed. She squeaked in delight as he opened the door and took her to their bed.
"Oh, Puddin! What was that for? You have never acted like that before!" Harley said with a wide smile on her face. "Oh, it's nothing. I'm just concerned, ya' know?" He said, putting his pajamas and lying next to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. "Come here, pooh. It's very cold. I don't want you freezing. It might harm you." Harley's body shivered as he brought her more closer. But they were good shivers. They were of excitement. "Oh, Mr. J, don't worry. With your warmth I already know I'll be okay." Harley squeaked, hiding her head under his chest. He took his hand and lifted up her chin to face her, and gave her a gentle kiss in her forehead. "Good Night, Harley." The Joker said. And with that they fell asleep, close, together...
In the morning, the Joker woke up to find something wet around him. First he thought he peed himself, then he thought Harley peed herself. But when he sat up, lifted the blanket and figured out what was the wetness, he saw it was blood coming out from Harley. She had bleeded herself to death. Her wound was opened up, and the cuts the Joker had made to her were bleeding too. Her bruises were dark and she had a black eye. The Joker screamed to the top of his lungs and started to do anything possible to try to save her life. "Wake up, Harley! Harley! HARLEY! Wake up! Baby! Cupcake! Pumpkin Pie! Answer me!" He yelled while he shaked her dead body; waiting for a respond. But there was no answer. He continued to shake and yell, waiting for a rensponse, a movement, or even a sigh; but he got none. He gave up and lied on his dead girl's body; crying and blaming himself for it.
Then he heard a voice screaming his name. "Mr. J!" He though he was hallucinating, and ignored it. But he heard it once more. The joker then thought he was going crazy for real this time. "You're hurting me!" He swore he heard that came from Harley. "Oh forgive me, Harley! I never ment for this to happen!" He cried out. "Happen what?" the voice said. Then the Joker opened his eyes and woke up from his terrible nightmare.
"Puddin, are okay? I woke up finding you squashing me more closer than we can to you like a little plushie and screaming "Forgive me Harley!" or "Harley! Wake up, Harley!" Had a bad dream?" Harley asked as she pushed him softly, but missed miserably by his emotions. "Harley! You're alive! Oh God, yes! A terrible, terrible nightmare my dear." The Joker whined as he hugged her more tight. Harley accidentally groaned by the pressure he gave her, making her wound ache. As he heard her groan, he pushed her off him rapidly. "Baby! Are you okay?" He said with a worried tone. "Yeah. Is just that my wound still hurts. Sorry if I scared you off." Harley said giggling, wrapping her arms around his neck, getting closer to him again.
"You really enjoy scaring me, don't ya?" He said, giggling too. As they laughed, they got again close enough, they could feel each others' breathing. "Well, I gotta say, Mr. J. I like the way you get when you're worried about me but, for me, its not a good joke. So, I do; and at the same time, not." Harley said, putting one hand on his cheek. The Joker chuckled, and put one hand on Harley's chin and the other on her waist. "Well, I hope you don't start scaring me on purpose. It will get me very angry. And I don't like being angry at you. You know how I get when someone pisses me off." Harley nodded, telling him she knew. "Good then, because I don't want to hurt you anymore." He said as he started to caress her cheek; then her hair; then her back..
"Oh but Puddin, you have never hurt me. You couldn't." Harley said with confidence to him. "Oh but dear child, what about all those times I kick you out or slap you, or even punch you?" The Joker asked confused. "I deserved those, Puddin." The Joker felt like if someone was stabbing him from behind. He felt so terrible now, she never really deserved her punishments. Harley only accepted them because she thought whatever he said, was the right thing. "Well, Harley girl, you know what you deserve for that?" He said as he lifted her shirt from behind and started to caress her back; giving Harley chills. "What, Mr. J?" Harley asked curiously. "This..." and with that, he pulled her closer and gave her a passionate kiss. They stood like that for eternal minutes and finally the Joker broke the kiss. "Ready for what's coming next?" He said flirtingly, breathing hard. "Always, Puddin."