Alice woke up when she felt Jack pressing her hard against himself. He was mumbling. But she didn't understand what he was saying. So she took all strength she could afford to loosen his grip for a second and turn around. He was asleep. A nightmare hunted him. He had sweat on his forehead. He pressed her tighter again.

"Don't leave, don't leave me, no, no, don't go, stay with me, don't leave me alone…" he mumbled merely. She had to bring her ear directly in front of his ear to understand those words. He had a nightmare. He was a nightmare for this city. But he was also a human being with normal emotions. Even when they were hidden deep down in his soul.

Jack was going through the hell in this dream. The woman in the white nightgown. It was his Emily. The Emily he lost seven years ago. She smiled at him and then turned around in his dream and ran away. He tried to catch up with her but he couldn't reach her. So he called for her. Begged her to don't leave him. He ran and ran but he could reach her or touch her.

Alice watched the man who was clinging on her for dear life close. She couldn't help but brush some of the tears and the sweat of his face with her thumb. She knew very well that he didn't dream about her. But still she started to talk to him. The failed attempt to calm him.

"It's okay Jack. It's okay, I'm not going anywhere…." she replied his whispering. She started to caress his back. After a while, his eyes opened and widened in horror. The end of the dream seemed to be very bad. She eyed him carefully and stopped the petting.

Hey returned her gaze. After a while he spoke to her. "You'll never tell anyone of this."

She nodded. "Never."

"Go-ood." he replied in a dangerous quiet voice.

"Who were you dreaming of?" she asked.

He hesitated. He couldn't tell her of course, so he lied. He was good at lying. And he couldn't allow that someone knew his secret and hit that nerve. "My mother." 'Great Idiot. Now little dollface will think you're a pussy with a Freudian complex. Good job!' he cursed himself.

"Ah." she replied. Alice decided it was better not the asked too much right now. Suddenly she spotted something outside of the window. "I don't believe this!" she whispered and he furrowed. "I refuse to believe this!" she said louder, getting angry all of the sudden. Her eyes still glued on the window.

"What is i…." he turned around and saw what she meant. It took a moment before he burst out into laughter. It was Harley! She hung in a mountain climber belt on a rope in front of the window, watching them. She pouted and her hand were clenched tightly around the robe. She definitely didn't look happy at all. "Rappeling from the roof top? Ha ha! Harley you're a truly a stalker!" The joker laughed.

"I can't laugh about this." Alice commented dryly.

"Oh co - me ooon, little Alice. You have to admit: She really tries ha-ard." he chuckled delighted.

Alice decided that it was time now to do something about it. Right about now…

"Well we've two options now." Alice announced.

"Igno- - ring her or make jokes of her?" the Joker asked amused.

"No. Cut the robe or give the girl the show she came for." Alice said teasingly and lifted an eyebrow.

"You can't be serious." he said in a serious tone. He. Did. Not. Expect. This. He even forgot to use his childish accent.

"Oh, I am. Your choice." She nodded.

"We can't cut the robe. Harley is too much fun. I ne – ver so such a masochist like her before. Every time it gets boring with my BFF Batsy the bat-rat, she's my second favorite plaything." he explained nonchalant.

"Well, I'd say she overstepped her boundaries right now, don't you agree? Let's punish her." Alice said.

"What do you have in mind?" The Joker asked as he lifted an eyebrow at her.

She smirked and was on top of him within a minute. The Joker was totally surprised by this girl and her way of problem-solution-finding. She straddled him and when she sat up the blanket fell off. There was quite a lot of yelling and clamor outside of the window.

"Hhmmm, somehow I get the feeling our little peeping tom out there doesn't like the show." Alice gave him a diabolic smile.

"Well. I still don't know what I did to deserve you, dollface. But Karma seems to like me." The joker smirked back as he put his hands on her hips.

The next noises were kicking and bouncing against the window.

"When she breaks the windows, I'll cut the robe. It's already damn cold in here." Alice declared.

The Joker chuckled. "Well, let's heat this place up. " He said as he tugged slightly on her shirt.

"Are you serious?" Alice asked shocked. Yes, she wanted to make the weirdo girl in front of the window furious. But the idea of really having sex with him of all people. Now and here. That was most definitely Not. Part. Of. The. Plan!

"Ah ah ah, little bunny. Nobody told you not to start games you can't win?" He said as he pulled her closer softly. When she felt his lips on hers she knew that there was no turning back now. When she returned the kiss, she could feel Joker smirking against her lips. She took his wrist and pushed them in the pillow above his head. He chuckled a bit but let her do. Both of them knew that he was the stronger one. If he really want to, he could take control.

He pulled his hands out of her grip, grabbed her hip and turned her over so that she was lying on her back now. He started to kiss her along her jaw line and neck. Now with Joker above her and moonlight flowing in (only halted by a furious, yelling little creature hanging on a rope and who was now swinging from one side of the window to the other caused by her kicking and bluster) she could see his features clearly. He had worked out a lot. He was really muscular and good looking for the monster he actually was. But how he could sleep in nothing but his boxers in this icy room was beyond her. She got goose bumps already.

"Now, is this a sign of arousal or a sign that I should pay the fuel bill, huh?" he teased.

"Both I guess." she admitted. And he laughed. "Do you think you're little stalker out there will make Voodoo puppets for you and me?" she asked teasingly.

He shrugged, and took something from the nightstand. A second later she recognized that it was a knife.

"What the hell?" she asked worried.

"Ah tat a tat a." he returned before he started to cut the shirt open.

"Okay. It's your shirt. Cut it. But be careful. It's MY skin after all."

"You talk way too much right now dollface." he said but he was very concentrated on ripping the shirt off in a zigzag-pattern. When he was done and ripped the shirt off of her, she froze in the place. She pressed her eyes shut.

"What's the matter, bunny?" he asked confused.

"Nothing. Let's just get over it." she whispered in return.

Joker frowned. He took one of her arms, she flinched a bit but let him do it. He lifted the arm and let it drop and so did she. She was like a lifeless doll.

"Is this because of Harley?" he asked with a bit of anger.

"No…no it's not." Alice replied as a tear run down her cheek.

A/N: I hope any of you guys could laugh too about the imagine of Harley in front of the window :o)