Yay! here's part 3. Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! or Happy Singles Awareness day....


3/3 Valentine's Day

The Joker walked through the door and tossed his gloves on the table. They were covered with soot. The other thugs followed him in, collapsing on all available surfaces with laughs. "Hey kid!" one of them called to Sammy. "Your explosive works just fine!"

"Hi Puddin'!" Harley called. "How'd it go?" She was sitting on the couch, watching TV. The kid Sammy was sitting at the other end, holding the fur ball's box in his lap and petting it.

The Joker smirked at her. Her pigtails were tousled, and her legs looked miles long from where they emerged under her shorts. "We, ah, kinda blew up the bank, but all the money's in the trunk." He walked over, pulled her up off the couch, and kissed her thoroughly as she wrapped her arms around him. "What's new with you, Pooh?" he asked when he came up for air.

"Sammy's gonna take Scraps home with him!" She squealed.

"That's, ah, great, Pooh," he said. "Scram," he told the other occupants of the room. They left, taking their cut of the haul, and Sam carried the cat out with him. "Y'know, Harl, you should maybe stop wearing those short shorts; it might, uh, give the boys the wrong idea. 'Course, it gives me great ideas…"

She stuck her tongue out at him, and he laughed and kissed her again. Harley ran her thumbs along the scar tissue beside his mouth and said, "Mmmm." She could feel his heartbeat, and it was beating in time with hers.

One AM

Harley woke up and felt the urge to use the bathroom. She slipped out of the covers and shivered as her feet touched the very cold floor. The harlequin padded softly to the bathroom. After relieving herself, she flushed and scampered back over the cold floor to land in the bed. She pulled the covers up to her chin and checked the clock. It was one AM. It's love day, she thought to herself.

The Joker rolled over, letting her know he was somewhat conscious. Harley snuggled close to him, resisting the impulse to warm her cold feet up on him. She'd gotten tossed out of bed for that once or twice. He was always warm, like he had an oven inside of him or something. "Puddin'?" she whispered softly.

"Mmm?" he said, not quite awake.

Ah, what the heck. She wrapped her arms around him and said, "Love you." Closing her eyes, she let her breathing deepen and tried to fall asleep fast. She was almost asleep when she felt his arms wrap around her tightly. He nuzzled her blond hair as she drifted off. He does love me. I know it.


His harlequin woke up to an empty space beside her. She rolled over as she heard the shower come on in the connecting bathroom. She rolled over in bed and rubbed her face, checking the clock. It wasn't even eight o'clock yet. She pulled the covers back over her head and dozed.

Later on, someone shook her head roughly and pulled the covers off her head. She blinked blearily and said, "Is it morning?" She focused her eyes just in time to see the door shut.

Sitting up, Harley looked around her to see a tray sitting on the bedside table. A chipped glass contained orange juice, and a few slightly burnt pieces of toast and scrambled eggs covered the plate. A sweet smile graced her face and she lifted the plate up, eating the food, which was pretty good, considering. Sipping the orange juice, she wondered what had prompted this breakfast in bed. She paused after a few bites as she realized there had been something under the plate.

Two playing cards lay on the tray: a joker and a queen of hearts. Depending on the way you interpreted them, they could mean many things, but Harley interpreted it as, Joker loves you.

He does love me! He does! She gave a soft squeal and dashed out of the room in only her Nike shorts and camisole. She skidded to a stop when she got to the kitchen. He was drinking coffee sluggishly.

She ran her fingers through her tousled blond hair. "Hi Puddin'." This was one of the few times he had washed his makeup off completely, and she could see his skin and the bumpy scars around his mouth. It was times like these where he looked like just a man, not a monster or a clown. Just a man. The man she loved.

He looked up when she said his name, and set his cup down just in time, because Harley threw herself into his arms. "I love you," she said into his ear as she wound her arms around his neck. "Love you love you loveyou." Kissing the skin below his ear, she closed her eyes.

His arms encircled her and she shivered happily as he rubbed her back. "Happy Valentines Day," he said, in a perfectly normal voice, from a perfectly normal face, from what was at that moment a perfectly normal man.

She looked into his eyes, and his hand slid up to hold the back of her neck. He mumbled something before their lips met, and Harley wasn't very sure, but it had sounded suspiciously like, "Love you too, Pooh."

Happy Valentine's Day!

Songs: (the ones I listened to over and over while writing this)

Forgiven –Skillet

Dead inside –Skillet

Those Nights -Skillet

The Last Night -Skillet

Mood Rings –Reliant K

It's You -Fireflight

Check yes Juliet –We the Kings

Tik Tok –Keisha

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