Baby, this is what you came for

Lightning strikes every time she moves

And everybody's watching her

But she's looking at you

- This is what you came for by Calvin Harris ft. Rihanna

This was going to be their first night out together in weeks and Harley was more excited than ever. She was looking forward to going to the club again and dance the night away. There was only one problem: she didn't have anything to wear. She rummaged through her closet, taking out dress after dress and throwing them in a pile on the bed behind her. "No…no…no!" It's not that she was picky or indecisive. No, the fact that none of the dresses would do was because she had already used all of them on previous date nights.

Harley let out a loud groan when she realized she had gone through every single dress she owned. In that moment, the Joker walked into the room and his eyes fell on Harley, who pouted at him.

"What's the matter?" he asked, knowing that that's what she wanted him to do.

"I don't have anything to wear for our date night. I've already used all my dresses on our previous ones." She plopped down onto the bed and crossed her arms over her chest. Joker looked at the pile on the bed. There were so many! How could she possibly have used all of them?

"Are you sure?" he asked, to which Harley rolled her eyes.

"Yes, I'm sure!" Joker picked one of the dresses up. It was half-black and half-red with no shoulder straps.

"What about this one?" He held it up to her and she just stared at him.

"Are you kidding me? That's the one I wore on our first date! Don't you remember?" He shrugged and dropped the dress back onto the bed.

"No. What I do remember is getting you out of the dress." Harley smirked.

"Nice cover-up," she said, but that still didn't change the fact that she had nothing to wear. She let herself fall backwards down onto the bed with a sigh. What was she going to do now? Lucky for her, she didn't have to think too long about that.

"Poor Harley. If only there was something I could do, but since you're obviously so depressed, I bet even my gift won't cheer you up." Gift? Harley shot straight back up again, watching him expectantly.

"You got me a gift?" Her smile returned. He only gave her gifts on rare occasions, but whenever he did, it was always something good.

"I sure did," he said and opened his own closet filled with expensive clothing and shoes. He returned with a box and handed it to her. Harley didn't know if this was just another one of his silly pranks. Anything could be in that box, but she was way too curious not to open it. She took it and carefully removed the lid, her heartbeat increasing with excitement. Her jaw dropped when she found what was inside. A dress. He got me a dress! She took it out and held it up in front of her to get a proper look. It was a golden dress with black diamonds all over it and the neckline was plunging. When she flipped it around to look at the back, she could see it was covered in gold chains. It was beautiful! "If you don't want it, I guess I could always use it for something else…" Harley threw her arms around the Joker, who swayed a little upon feeling her weight on him. "I take it you want it, then?"

When they arrived and entered the club later that night, all eyes turned to them. As they should, Harley thought and smiled to herself. She was on the Joker's left arm and they walked in together as the king and queen everyone knew them to be. The Joker twirled his cane in his right hand. The atmosphere changed completely when he was present. He owned the place. Figuratively and literally. People knew well enough not to stare for too long though and so they continued mingling and dancing. Harley looked out over the golden dance floor and she was just itching to get down on it. But first, she followed her man to their private booth where they could overlook the whole place. Johnny Frost was already there waiting for them and greeted both of them with a bow. Joker turned to stand with his back to Johnny so he could remove his white jacket. Johnny folded it neatly and put it away for now. Joker sat down and Harley did the same, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning in close to his face. "I'm going to dance for a little while," she whispered seductively. "I hope you'll be watching."

"Oh, you know I will," he assured her and she left him with a peck on the lips before hurrying up to her glass cage. She'd been missing it so much. Joker followed her with his eyes all the way and he never took them off of her. He would never admit it, but he loved watching her dance. Anyone who saw him watching her could tell that he was entranced. Johnny was one of them, but he was also one of the few wise enough to not look at Harley. He couldn't even begin to name all the people Joker had to put down for drooling over his girl.

"Cheap thrills" by Sia was playing. It was one of Harley's favourite songs at the moment and it was a perfect song to dance to. As she danced in the cage, every now and then she looked over to where the Joker was, just to make sure he was watching. He was. She stepped up to the glass and pressed her lips against it, leaving a red stain. She kept eye contact with him the whole time. She grabbed the chain hanging in the middle of the cage and played around with it.

It went on like that for a while and new songs came on for Harley to dance to. Joker continued watching her, but was soon interrupted. A hand was extended to him.

"We finally meet."

"He don't shake hands," Johnny said when Joker didn't respond. Damn right, I don't. "Sit down. Have a drink." His new company sat down. Joker's gaze remained on Harley.

"Hey, J?" the man said, trying to get the Joker's attention. It didn't work, yet he continued. "On behalf of everybody: welcome back. I wanted to come by and personally say thank you." Enough flattering. Joker was already getting tired of hearing him talk. He finally averted his eyes from Harley to face the tattooed man wearing shades in front of him.

"Are you sweet-talking me?" Joker put his left hand over his mouth, showcasing the smiling tattoo and laughed underneath it. "I love this guy," he told Johnny. "He's so intense!" The tattooed man, most commonly known as Monster T, removed his shades. His eyes darted over to Harley, who was the main event of the evening. Anyone could see that.

"You're a lucky man," Monster T said, checking her out. "Got a bad bitch."

Bitch.

There was no mistaking what he meant by that. And the Joker didn't like it.

"Oh, there she is." Joker pointed over to where Harley was. Monster T turned his attention back to the Joker and he could tell that he had just said something he shouldn't have. Joker raised from his seat, moving closer to Monster T. "The fire in my loins. The itch in my crotch! The one, the only, the infamous… Harley Quinn!" Now he knew that he had crossed a line and Monster T was feeling more and more uncomfortable by the second.

Harley heard an all too familiar whistle, beckoning her to come. She smiled and headed back to the booth, where her puddin' was waiting for her. "Oh, come to daddy!"

"Puddin'," she laughed sweetly. She was pretty to look at, but now when she was this close, Monster T could smell the crazy on her. The next thing he knew, she was on his lap, giving herself to him. He had to admit that she was irresistible. Any man who claimed otherwise was either blind or just downright stupid. However, feeling the Joker's intense predatory stare on him and hearing his heavy breathing, Monster T came to reason.

"I don't want no beef," he confessed. He knew it was a trap. Unlucky for him, it was a trap he had no way out of. No matter what he chose, he was a dead man. From the moment he walked in to that club, he was a dead man. "That's your lady, Joker." The Joker smiled. That's the best thing he had heard this man say tonight.

"That's right." Too bad I still have to kill you. He grabbed his gun from the holster and pointed it straight to Monster T's head. As he pulled the trigger, only one thought went through his mind. No one disrespects my queen.

A/N: I don't know why, but every time I hear "Cheap thrills" by Sia, I picture Harley in her gold dress dancing to it. XD Anyone else thought this scene was great? When I saw it for the first time, all I could think of was how accurate it was! Not a single flaw! I just wasn't prepared for Joker calling Harley the "itch in his crotch" lol. But I'm not complaining and all I wanted was to hear him or Harley call him "daddy." So yeah, I was very happy with that, plus I love seeing jealous Joker. ;)