On a Tuesday afternoon the sun was partially covered with clouds. The bustling streets filled the ears of fellow Gothamites. Nothing alarming arose in the city, not an explosion, demolition, or massacre. Nope just some local anesthesia.

"Now count backwards from 100." The anesthesiologist said calmly before turning the knob. "This will be over sooner than you know it Dr. Quinzel."

"I better not wake up with a kid on my lap…." Her vision went black and silence ensued.

Immediately the environment changed to show the Joker's penthouse building just placed in the center of a green grass field. It couldn't have been more put out of place. The door was wide open to the main entrance. Walking in there was no one there. The grey marble reflected from the fluorescent lights. A ding from the elevator occurred. What appeared was a dark green balloon once the doors opened. It contained a red harlequin diamond painted around the balloon. There was a purple pin attached to the string. "Ouuu." Entering the elevator she turned around to see a minimalistic button panel, only a blue button with no number listed, just a phrase, Amare.

The button was pressed and the doors reopened to show the Joker, smiling as ever. He contained the same attire when they first escaped Arkham together. The iris shade of purple for his suit with slate grey colored buttons attached. His undershirt had a flint hue of grey that complimented a charcoal colored tie. The playfulness in his vibrant green eyes were noticeable but an unknown intention was visible as well.

"Hello love. Happy Valentines Day." He handed her a plate. "Pop it sweets."

Harley untied the pin from the string. The popping gave off the sound of a clown horn and a cake plopped onto the plate. The cake had three layers with blue, green, violet frosting. The base was blood red and smelled of vanilla and mint. White frosting on the top wrote out 'till the end' with a single candle in the middle. Joker wrapped his arm around her and pulled out a long knife. "Where would you like to eat this? Try me."

"Hmmm. The moon." And with that the Joker snapped his fingers and both became weightless on top of a crater. He began to start choking from a lack of air. "Puddin..PUDDIN!"

"Hahahahahahahahahaha. Aww love, this isn't reality, your not aware." She punches his arm. "That's not funny Mistah J. I was concerned, even if this is a dream. Where are you?"

"I'm waiting for you. The nurse was adamant that I'd stay in the waiting room while your under the knife." She holds him. "That's so considerate Mistah J."

"Ugh love, my knife is in your chest."

"Oops." Joker took out a white picnic blanket and placed it on the surface. Two plates and two forks appeared. "Come, sit." She laid down next to him. Two equal pieces were cut but the candle was given to Harley. "Make a wish." She blew it out and watch the smoke dissipate into the emptiness of space. At least it wasn't the dark side of the moon. "I wish to see you after this." His held a small genuine smile.

"You will see me again. I'll always be there for you love, the jester for a queen."

"The wife to the king." Harley nuzzled her head along Jokers chest. "Mind feeding me the cake. It's Valentine's day."

"Oh pooh, we did something similar two weeks ago. I can do this any time of the year. All you need to do is wake up." Harley was being pulled away from the Joker's embrace.

"Wait no no. I wanna eat this amalgamation cake." The sound of her cries was being drowned out from the sound of a heart monitor.

"Hello...anyone there?", said in a drained tone. Vision was blurred, twitching present in the left arm, an itch on the other. In an expression of need she cried out, "Pudddin!"

"Harleen." Jay come back into the room. "I'm here love, everything is alright." She began to cry.

"Happy Valentines day." Harley said tiredly. Joker was confused and looked at the calendar.

"Ah sweets, it's June. Look at the grass growing outside, it would be dead at that time of year. How are you feeling love?"

"Sore. Can you make a cake for me puddin?"

"Of course pumpkin. I can even feed it to you, my poor patient."