this one is kinda short, but i thought i'd throw in a little fluff:3

"Harleeeeeeeeeey… Harleeeeeeeey….HARLEY!" a voice bellowed at me from my window, waking me up. I glanced toward the place the voice had come from, but it was too dark to see anything. Cautiously I moved from my bed and picked up the nearest blunt object I could find. Inching closer and closer to the window I could barely make out a solid figure that was cupping its hands and trying to look inside. My heart thundered in my chest. There is no way in hell that whatever it is, is going to come in my fucking room. Cautiously raising my weapon over my head I threw the window open and struck the figure…hard. "OW! What the fuck was that for?" the figure questioned

I knew that voice. Slowly lowering my weapon I leaned in closer to the black mass squinting, trying to get a better look. "Jack? Is that you?"

"No it's the fuckin' tooth fairy…of course it's me. Why the hell did you attack me with a stapler?" He griped

I looked down at the weapon in my hand…hmm..so that's what I grabbed. I rolled my eyes "Why the hell are you on my roof?" I whispered while watching him struggle through the window "jesus, are ya okay? I coulda fuckin killed ya!"

"Touché and yeah, I'll be fine. Just help me in will ya? I gotta talk to ya for a second." i sighed and grabbed the arm of his leather jacket. Finally getting him through the window, I led him to the mattress on the floor and laid him down.

"Are ya sure I didn't hurt anything?" I asked while examining the top of his head.

"Just my pride…" he mumbled.

I leaned down to him "What was that?"

"Nothin'" he laughed and I noticed his eyes slide down my figure. I glanced down. I was wearing my screeching weasel shirt and a pair of white cotton undies. I squeaked and covered myself with the thin sheet of my blankets. He blushed and cleared his throat while struggling to sit up. "So…Uhm…nice..." he swallowed and looked around my tiny room. "Lamp you got there." he motioned over the the shitty little lamp in the corner of my room.

We both looked at each other and dissolved into a silent fit of hysterics. "Nice lamp?" I giggled.

"Yeah I know, I panicked." He shrugged and smiled. "I just wanted to drop by and give ya somethin' for ya birthday." He pulled a tiny black bag out of his leather jacket pocket and placed it on my lap. Gently opening the bag I pulled out two soft, shiny satin hair bows, one black and one red. I glanced up at his glowing eyes "Happy birthday Harley girl." He smiled.

I threw my arms around him and tackled him back down to the mattress. "Oh Jacky, I love them!" I squeezed him and felt his laugh rumble through his chest.

Sitting back up he grabbed my hands "Good, I'm glad." He whispered while rubbing my knuckles with his thumbs. "But, that's not the only reason I was over here." He looked into my eyes and licked his top lip nervously. "Harley…I've been thinking for a while…and I uh just wanted to know…if ya wanted to…ya know..be my girl?"

My smile slowly turned into a frown. "But…why?"

A confused expression crossed over his features. "What do ya mean why?"

"Why me? It doesn't make sense." I folded my hands into my lap, studying the new, beautiful satin bows

"What do ya mean it doesn't make sense?" he tilted my chin up and met my eyes. "Harleen Quinzel, any guy would be lucky to have you on his arm. Okay?"

"But.."

"No buts. Butts stink, well, not your butt...it's actually kinda cute." He grinned as I rolled my eyes, but then his face turned serious. "Can ya just answer me doll? I've been tryin to ask ya now for a month, and i'd rather not wait any longer."

I took a deep breath. There are so many things that could go wrong with this…what if my dad found out..what if it was all a joke and I got laughed at…but Jacky wouldn't mess around with something like that. I mean come on, its Jack we're talkin about. I looked up into his deep green eyes and sighed. "Well..."

"oh come on Harls, ya killin me kid." He jokingly griped

I giggled "fine, but on one condition…"

"oh dear jesus…what?"

"Next time ya wanna come crawlin through my window…let me in on it 'kay?" I smiled up at him, and silently prayed that it'd all be okay.