The Joker's voice continued to ring in Harley's ear as he carried her bridal style out of her Belle Reeve cell. "Let's go home", he purred. He came back for her. The Joker risked it all for her. Oh, how special she felt. He could have left her there to rot, but he saved her. She knew in that moment that he loved her. All though he never said it out loud, she knew he did. It was just in his own way.
But just as they were exiting the prison, Harley remembered something. "Puddin wait!", she screamed a bit too loud.
"Yes Harls?", he asked patiently. "MY ESPRESSO MACHINE! WE HAVE TO GO BACK FOR IT!", she yelled back at him. He took a deep breath and looked over at the henchmen, who were currently shooting a few more guards. "You heard her boys", he told them. Being the good henchmen they were, they obeyed their boss. "Thank ya, puddin", Harley said, nuzzling into his chest as he purred.
They made their way back to the van, with the Joker's henchmen following slowly behind, carrying Harley's huge espresso machine. The Joker didn't like how long it was taking them, so being the responsible boss he was, he decided to give them a little encouragement. He turned around and shot one in the head, only leaving four henchmen to carry the espresso machine. Harley giggled, and the Joker smiled back at her. "I'd appreciate it if you all would move a little bit faster. You are really beginning to try my patience."
All of the henchmen nodded and started to move quicker. "Yes, boss."
The Joker and Harley smiled as they jumped into the van. She was finally safe, and had her espresso machine. The Joker didn't even loosen his grip on her, which was okay with Harley. "Thank ya for savin me, puddin", Harley whispered to him. He purred in her ear, sending chills down her spine. "I'll always come back for you."
Harley giggled. "Still got that bear skin rug and grape soda on ice waitin for me?", she asked. A big smile spread across the Joker's face. "Of course I do, doll. Anything for you."
He continued to hold her the entire ride home, even as they got onto the private jet, he never loosened his grip. Harley fell into a much needed sleep, dreaming of that bear skin rug and the delicious grape soda on ice.