Waking up early the next morning, Joker scrawled a quick note on a paper and left it on his pillow next to Harley. Pulling on his clothes, he headed out of the apartment, grabbing two of his most trusted men, one of which had become Croc.

"Where are we goin` boss?"

"I think it's time I get this weddin` business goin`, don't you boys? What's one thing ya need, besides the obvious?"

While Croc stayed quiet, the other man started to list off random things, causing the King of crime to roll his eyes. Croc finally spoke up, silencing the other man.

"Preacher."

"Exactly my scaly friend! So we're gonna go find one!"

The van pulled up outside a church, and the three of them climbed out, heading to the doors and pushing them open. The building was full, and the priest in the middle of his sermon when Joker pulled his revolver and headed up the middle aisle. Everything skidded to a halt when the occupants recognized the man who'd waltzed into their midst, and the priest turned to face him.

"Well, hello there, Mr. Preacher Man! I find myself in need of your services, immediately."

"If you're asking me to save your soul, I think you're far beyond that."

"No no no, see, I'm completely at ease with what I've done. Nah, what I need you for is far less spiritual. I need you for a wedding."

The man's eyebrows shot up and he stumbled over his words, eventually getting the barrel of a revolver between his eyes.

"Cut the chit-chat, and just get in the van, kay? Kay."

With that, he walked around behind the priest and pushed him, getting him to start walking. Once they got outside, he pulled a grenade out of his pocket and pulled the pin, tossing it back through the doors and getting into the van. Almost as soon as they were around the corner, the building exploded, and Joker broke into his devious, maniacal laugh. Staring open-mouthed at the clown, the priest finally found his voice.

"So….Mr. Joker….who's getting married?"

"Why, I am!"

"You? I find that a bit hard to believe."

Another laugh escaped him and he pressed the barrel of his gun against the man's temple again.

"Best you not think, then, huh?"

Nodding nervously, the priest stayed quiet on the remainder of the ride. Back in their apartment, Harley woke up and stretched, a pleasant ache settling in her body from the night before that caused a giggle and a grin. Looking to her side, she pouted at finding herself alone, but when she saw the note, she sat up and grabbed it.

"Harls,

When you wake up, clean up, make yourself presentable and put that ridiculous white dress on. I'll see you downstairs in two hours.

-J"

Blinking, she shrugged and got up out of bed, moving to shower. While standing under the water, her brain suddenly realizing what the note had said.

"Why's he want me….hmph….it's not ridiculous….waitaminute….could he be…."

Suddenly giddy with excitement, once she was clean and dry, she threw on the stolen wedding dress and did her normal makeup before glancing at the clock. She had another hour before she was needed downstairs, and didn't know what to do until then. Hearing the van pull in downstairs, she moved to the window and looked down, smiling as she saw Joker get out, followed by Croc, the priest, and his other henchman. Showing the man to his office, the King of crime sat him down, and explained everything.

"So…you're actually getting married to her, then."

"I've said that, like five times! Pay attention!"

"I…I'm sorry."

"Just….go stand where you're supposed to be."

Doing as he was told, the priest moved to stand behind the desk in Joker's office, not moving. Motioning for Croc to go get Harley, the man straightened his clothes and tucked his gun back into it's holster. Upstairs, Harley moved over to the door and pulled it open when she heard the knock.

"Boss is waitin` downstairs."

Grinning, she bounced out of the room and down the stairs, slowing a bit when she reached the bottom and saw her puddin` standing in his office, waiting for her. Taking a deep breath, she walked into the office and smiled at him. When he took in the sight of her in the pure white dress, his heart did a little flutter and he smiled back.

"Puddin…this is a surprise!"

"Mm hm, that's the point. Let's get going preacher man!"

Their little ceremony went as normal as could be, until of course it came to the exchanging of the vows. The priest swallowed, made extremely uncomfortable by what each of the clowns had to say. Not even waiting for the typical 'you may kiss your bride' line, Joker pulled his woman tight against his chest and their lips met in a passionate kiss.

"Well…I'll just go…."

Leveling his gun at the man's head, the King of crime stopped him from moving. Harley ran her hand up his arm to the gun and pulled the trigger, neither pulling away from each other as the body hit the floor with a thud. Ignoring the pair, a couple henchmen came in and removed the body, and Joker finally pulled back, putting his gun back in it's holster.

"I love you, Mistah J."

"Love you too, Mrs. J."

A grin bloomed on Harley's face again and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Both of his arms went around her waist and he leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers. Her fingers tangled in the short hairs at the base of his neck, before he gently pushed her away and winked.

"Almost forgot…."

Cocking her head, she watched as the man pulled something out of his coat and handed it to her. Looking down, a black box met her eyes, and when she opened it, she smiled again. Pulling the simple silver band from it, she easily slipped it onto his hand.

"There. Now it's official, huh?"

"Guess it is, baby."

Bending slightly, Joker hooked an arm under Harley's knees and easily picked her up. She threw her arms around his neck and giggled, letting him carry her up the steps and into their apartment.

AN: YAY! They're officially married! I'm milling a few ideas around in my head, but don't know where its going yet. Leave reviews, and feel free to PM me with ideas!