Chapter 11

A/N: So I read over that last chapter again and found a bunch of typos I had missed during my proofread. Eek! Sorry about that guys. I really need to have a second set of eyes look these chapters over before I post them. My bad! Hopefully this one is much more fluid and with far less errors.

Somewhere around midnight, The Joker had resigned himself to a table and was sipping his bourbon as he watched Harley's interaction with Jervis aka The Mad Hatter. A few people were crowding around as Harley helped him with a few simple card tricks. Nothing special, but J felt his blood boil as she gave her attention to someone else. He'd spent all night letting his little social butterfly flutter from group to group, dragging him along with her, but as he glanced at his phone to check the time, he saw he had a text message from Frost.

Harley looked over to see Joker on his phone, pacing around a cocktail table angrily as he spoke through gritted teeth and clenched his other hand open and closed.

"Gentlemen, it's been real. Thanks so much for the tricks Jervis," she said as she handed The Hatter his cards back and separated from the group.

She started to walk back to her puddin', then paused as she waited for permission to come closer. She wasn't always allowed to know the ins and outs of his business, especially lately, but once their eyes met he gave her an aggravated wave to motion her over. She put a little more fire in her step this time and he hung up the call as she approached.

"What's wrong, puddin'?" she asked him. He said nothing, just grabbed her arm sharply and lead her towards the exit. Uh-oh.

He didn't even wait for the valet to grab his car, just marched straight over to a strange black car Harley had never seen before, complete with a strange man standing leaning on it. He jingled the keys and hopped into the driver's seat as they approached but before J opened the door for her, he roughly shoved her against the car and met her eyes; his own were steely and cold in his fury.

"I've spent all night letting you drag me around this damned frozen party and for what?! For you to ditch me at a cocktail table and fraternize with a bunch of second rate has-beens?!"

"Well, excuse me for having a good time!" Harley shouted back, her back was against the car and he seemed to tower over her but she never let her eyes leave his. She wasn't afraid of the clown, not anymore; any physical brutalities he gave her now turned into two-sided brawls rather than one-sided domestic disputes.

"A good time?! I broke you out of Belle Reve, put a tattoo on your finger, called you MY WIFE! And this is how you repay me?! Giggling and card tricks with The Mad Hatter!? You want 'mad', Harls!?" He pulled out a pocket knife and grabbed her wrist, holding the blade to her left ring finger. "I can top any 'madness' he thinks he can dish out!" Her eyes softened on him, causing his grip on her wrist to loosen some.

"That's what this is about? Jervis?" she smiled at him. "Mistah J, I'm flattered you're all in a huff for me, but ya know I'm a one loon kinda woman. I'm not going anywhere, puddin'. I'm sorry I made ya upset though." His knife clattered to the floor and he pulled her into a passionate kiss.

"That's okay puu," he replied as he opened the car door for her.

The car ride was quiet as the two of them sat in the back seat until finally Harley broke the silence.

"That phone call you got had you pretty upset. Am I allowed to ask?" The Joker remained silent, but the blacked-out car came to a stop and the doors unlocked.

"Keep quiet, get out, and meet me at our car."

Harley did as she was told and made a bee line for the purple sports car waiting for them a few feet up the alley way. Once inside, Joker started the car and started to drive off before handing Harley a small button.

"Hit that for me, baby." She did as he instructed and the car behind them blew into ball of orange, bits of car flying everywhere. She gasped and her eyes lit up like a little kid watching fireworks for the first time.

"Woooooah! Who was that guy?"

"No idea. Frost hired him for the night. I noticed The Bat watching outside of the Iceberg Lounge and had him send a decoy to pick us up, just in case ol' Batsy's trying to sneak home with us. Besides, nothing tops off a date night like a little mayhem!" The two cackled like crazed hyenas as J drove them home.

Once the excitement died down again, J took a breath and began to explain the phone call to Harley; he'd waited until now to be sure the previous car wasn't bugged.

"I'm supposed to be getting a shipment of chemicals in this evening to make a large amount of my laughing gas. But Frost sent me a message stating the shipment has been intercepted by some nobodies over in Bludhaven. They're holding it for ransom…granted they probably have no idea what's in those containers or who the 'Jack White' they're addressed to really is. Otherwise they wouldn't be doing something so…unhealthy. Regardless, you know how I feel about wrenches in my plans."

"Maybe we should let them know who those containers are for?" she said eyeing him mischeiviously. "Come on, puddin'! When's the last time we pulled a job together?"

"Probably when we were too broke to afford gasoline, let alone goons…although, I could use a little action after being cooped up in that damned office…" Without warning, The Joker made a U-turn and began to speed towards Bludhaven. Harley squealed with excitement as she realized which direction they were headed and dove into the backseat to change.

"You keep clothes back there?"

"Of course I do, silly! Ya think I can rough up some pussies wearing a full-length gown? I'm good, Mistah J, but not that good." He laughed and adjusted the rearview mirror so he could watch her undress.

"Well, keep the fishnets on! I have plans for those later."