Harry sighed as he scrubbed roughly as a cake pan; cake mixture was blackened and clung to the sides. After several minutes of intense cleaning, he gave up and tossed it aside, deciding that it would be too much trouble to try to salvage it. The mess came from Harley's, obviously, failed attempt at baking a 'Welcome Back' cake for Joker since she was breaking him out today. He cleaned up the rest of the mess before sitting down and waiting for Harley to come back from getting Joker out of Arkham. He could not wait to show Joker that he would be helpful, now that Harley had finally taught him how to fight and dodge, mainly dodge, when in certain situations and he had been constantly practicing those skills as well as perfecting his aim with the empty capsules that would eventually contain Joker Gas, since it was easier and safer to practice with them while they were still empty; he hoped that his new talents would finally be able to convince them to let him help. He tugged absently at the outfit that Harley had given him as a base for his costume; it was similar to what Harley herself wore however it was all black and rather plain looking, but he was excited when told that they would be able to modify it to whatever he wanted. As it was, it was fairly comfortable and easy to move around in, although he thought that it could use a pocket or two to store his things, and he was glad that it kept his body temperature at a fairly even level. He heard the sound of a car outside and knew that it must be Harley and Joker and was proven right when the door opened and both of them came in.

"It's good to be back!" Joker exclaimed, pulling something off him and draping it over the nearest chair, "What they hell is that burning smell?"

"Mum tried to bake a cake…and failed quite miserably at it," Harry explained, taking a better look at what Joker had taken off, noting that it was a straitjacket.

"It's the thought that counts, right puddin'?" Harley butted in, hugging Joker's arm tightly. Harry could not help but smile at her antics when a small bell went off, "What's that, hun?"

"I made another cake when you left," Harry clarified as he went over to the barely working oven, pulling on oven mitts, and pulling out a cake, "You guys fine with chocolate?"

"I am!" Harley said, gleefully sitting down at the table.

"I'm not complaining," Joker commented, sitting down as well.

Harry happily cut up the cake and divided it amongst them and the few goons that were around before taking an interest in the straitjacket; on a whim, he picked it up from where Joker had left it and decided to put it on. The effect was quite comical since it was made with an adult in mind and was ridiculously oversized on him: the sleeves reached all the way to his feet and the edge of the jacket went nearly to his knees.

"You look so cute!" Harley squealed, scooping Harry up into a rough hug.

"I still have bruises from you teaching me," Harry mentioned.

"Oh, sorry!" Harley quickly put him down, "But I couldn't resist, that thing just fits you!"
"It's too big for me," Harry said, lifting up his arms to emphasize how much sleeve there was.

"I meant that it would be perfect for your costume," Harley explained.

"It's a little plain looking," Joker commented, eating another piece of cake.

"Could we color it?" Harry asked, "Maybe red or purple?"

"Purple!" Joker exclaimed gleefully.

"Purple it is, then," Harley smiled, "We'll just cut down the sleeves and the length of the jacket a bit and dye it."

Harry grinned, "Does this mean when it's finished, I can join you?"

"Not until you're ten," Joker offhandedly commented.

"That's in two years!" Harry yelled.

"I thought you were seven?" Harley remarked.

"My birthday is July 31st," Harry stated, attempting to look serious but failing due to the fact he was still wearing the straitjacket.

"Look like I got out just in time," Joker said, realizing that the day in question was about a month away.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"He means that he'll be able to celebrate your birthday hun," Harley said with a smile.

"…we're gonna to celebrate it?" Harry stated, surprised that they would do that.

"Why wouldn't we? A birthday only comes once a year!" Harley started bouncing around the room, spouting off plans for the event.

"You act like you've never had a birthday party before," Joker commented.

"That's because I haven't," Harry truthfully stated, "And the only presents I ever got was a coat hanger and an old pair of socks."

Harley looked mad, "Well, we're just gonna have to throw you a party to make up for all the ones you didn't have. Now, who're we gonna invite? Red's definitely coming…maybe Pengy and Cats and Riddles…are we on good terms with Scarecrow?"

"Not really, but I want to hit him with a chair again for that stunt he tried to pull on me," Joker remarked.

"What he'd do?" Harry inquired curiously.

"He tried to use that Fear Toxin on me but it didn't work. I was mad at him so I beat him to a pulp with a chair," Joker explained with a smile. For some reason, Harry found the story funny.

"Now puddin' can you try to not beat him up too badly? It'll ruin the mood of the party," Harley cut in.

"I'm not making any promises," Joker commented. Harry could not help the wide grin that nearly split his face in two; he was going to actually celebrate his birthday!