A/N: This takes place in Arkham. I just couldn't help myself. More to come soon.
Harleen Quinzel rubbed her eyes harshly, smudging her eyeliner, "You drowned him in his own soup?"
"Well, he should have been wearing his floaties."
He wiggled his fingers a little, and at that moment the Joker saw it. A ghost of a smile playing on her mouth. He leaned as far forward as the restraints would allow. Her lids were black, her lips were crimson, and her unruly hair spoke of the many sleepless nights he had caused. There were stars burning in her eyes just waiting to supernova.
"Ya know what, Harley? I really like that look on you."