J sent me to an amazing spa today. More aftercare from my punishment. He must have booked every treatment they had because I was there pretty much all day. I had another massage, a glorious facial, exfoliating manicure and pedicure, I sat in one of those mud baths, had a detoxifying body mask followed by a hydrating body wrap, a salt and oil scrub that exfoliated my skin, and even had my hair trimmed and colored. I chose to do what they called "fashion" colors and picked pink and blue – pink on the lower half of my right side and blue on the lower half of my left. They finished my treatments with hair styling and makeup application. By the time they were done I felt absolutely gorgeous. My body thrummed happily from the treatments; I felt like I was glowing.

After getting back to the Penthouse, J gave me a beautiful sparkly black dress with matching pumps. Then he told me we were going out.

"Back to the Smile and Grin?"

"Not tonight," he shook his head. "Tonight, we go to the Black Mask Club."

"What's that."

"Roman's place." At my quizzical look, he continued, "Roman Sionis, son of Charles Sionis, who runs Janus Corporation."

"Like Janus Cosmetics?"

He nodded and I frowned, "Their stuff is shit."

He cackled, "I'll be sure to tell Roman that."

I couldn't convince J to let me drive us in the Quinnmobile.

"I drive," he said.

"You let Jonny drive you."

"That's Jonny."

"What's that supposed to mean? You sayin' I'm a bad driver?"

"I'm not the one who said it." he grinned.

I scowled. "I'm not a bad driver!"

"According to Frankie -"

I shrieked, cutting him off, "Frankie said I can't drive?!"

He laughed again while I fumed. "He said you're crazy behind the wheel."

"Oh, well that's different. … I'm crazy everywhere."

We left for the club and J drove as madly as he could. Point taken, Puddin'. Once again, he parked in a RESERVED space and ignored the bouncers. Everyone knew who he was, and everyone knew he didn't follow the rules. The Joker didn't pay to enter your establishment. If anything, you paid him for the honor of his presence. Not that I think anyone's actually paid Mistah J to show up somewhere. Now that I think about it, I don't think you could come up with enough money to get him to go somewhere he didn't want to go.

The inside of the Black Mask Club was swanky, but not as opulent as the Smile and Grin. Some of it was weird. Booths and head statues, couches in the middle of the floor, two massive sculptures that each depicted a hand around an eye. J led me to a booth where Frankie and Jonny were already waiting. I think J sends them ahead to scope out the situation and make sure we're not walking into trouble because if we're not showing up with them, they're always the first ones to get where we're going.

Someone delivered a round of shots when we sat down and it wasn't long before the club's owner himself came over to our table.

"The Joker!" he greeted, opening his arms as if putting Daddy on display. "I'd heard you were out. Welcome back to my little establishment."

"Roman."

"And who is your guest?"

J smiled then, "This is my Harley Quinn."

"Very nice to meet you, Miss Quinn."

"Right back at ya, Romy." Sionis's smile faltered, "Hey, are you involved in your dad's company at all?"

His frown flashed for a mere second before it disappeared, "It's a family business."

"Well, you gotta get some better developers or whatever cuz your makeup is drugstore bullshit."

"Yes... well..." Roman clearly wanted out of that conversation so he changed the subject, "What do you think of my little bird?"

"Bird?" I asked, but Roman was already turning to the stage where a beautiful woman with partially braided hair was singing. "Oh, damn, I thought that was piped in."

He watched her for a long moment, a blissful smile on his face. Then he turned back to me, "Well?"

"She's pretty."

"That's it?"

"You need more?" J's eyes glittered.

"Of course not, of course not."

I put my hand on Puddin's leg, "She has a beautiful voice."

The smile was back on Roman's face, "Doesn't she just? So good to see you both, but if you don't mind, I need to see the gentleman across the way."

J nodded his permission and Roman walked away to another booth. I sent Frankie to get more shots and turned to my daddy, "I can take care'a myself ya know."

"As long as I'm around, that's my job."

The little girl in my head squealed, Daddy swears to take care of me. I felt safe, as I always do with him.

Frankie and Jonny kept the drinks flowing all evening and as the hours grew later, the club changed into more of a nightclub. The singer stepped down from the stage and a DJ started playing dance music. People swarmed to the spaces between booths and couches, some even standing in the booths they occupied and bodies started gyrating to the music. I wanted to dance, but J had no interest, so I went by myself.

I moved to the beat, my arms up in the air as I spun and twirled. Down my fingers moved, into my hair as my hips swayed. Further down they went as they splayed across my body. At first, I stayed in front of the booth where Daddy could watch me. But I was soon swept up in the sea of people moving about the floor. I made my own loop, never stopping my dancing as I circled the room.

I was definitely drunk, and when I saw a double shot sitting by its lonesome, I grabbed it and downed it one motion. The drunk girl that the shot actually belonged to wasn't impressed, to say the least.

"Hey! What the fuck?!"

I shrugged, "I was thirsty."

"That was mine, bitch!" She clambered across her friend and out of the booth to face me.

"I can always puke it up for you." I mimicked retching to prove my point.

"Or you can get me another one," she fumed.

"Or you can just fuck off." I rolled my eyes. We were pretty much yelling at each other over the music.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

I grinned maliciously, "Everything."

She didn't seem to pick up on the danger in my expression, "Just get me another drink, and we'll call it even, ok, bitch?"

I shook my head, "Oh, no, not ok." and then I shoved her, back into the booth and hard enough to knock down her friend, who was still dancing on the seat.

She screamed in rage and launched herself up, throwing herself at me. I barely kept us from tumbling to the floor as she collided with me and I shoved her again. Then I scratched her, four long swipes from my nails etched across her face. She shrieked and punched me. I stumbled backward and into Frankie, who looked absolutely murderous.

But his expression didn't hold a candle to my J's. They'd walked over quietly, the three of them. J had his custom Colt Gold Cup Trophy out and aimed it at the girl's head. He didn't say a word, just stared. She began shaking under his gaze.

I hadn't noticed the music stopped until I heard murmurs from the crowd.

"Oh shit."

"It's the Joker."

"He's gonna kill her."

"Is that Janelle?"

"Who's the other girl? The one with the hair?"

"What did she do?"

"What's happening?"

"He's gonna kill her."

"Holy shit, it's the Joker."

I looked from girl to Daddy and back with an absolutely wicked grin, "No one's ever accused ya of being smart, huh?"

She couldn't tear her brown eyes from his crystal blue ones. She couldn't even formulate sentences. I giggled, "See, I'm with him. He's my boyfriend. That means I do whatever the fuck I want and you don't do shit about it, understand?"

She nodded as she swallowed hard. I patted her cheek softly, "Good. That's a good girl. Now sit down and don't bother me again, yeah?"

I grabbed another shot off the table and knocked it back, just make sure my point was driven home. The girl sat down heavily in the booth, still never tearing her eyes away from the Joker. I put my hand on his arm just as Sionis came over.

It took a bit of silent coaxing from me to get him to lower the gun, but as J put it back in its holster, Roman called out to everyone, "Everything's fine, everything's fine. Come on, it's a party! Let's get the music going! Dance!"

The beat began to play again and people slowly went back to their dancing. It didn't take me a second to settle back into the groove of the music and I started bopping around again as Roman and Daddy talked quietly for a moment. I grabbed Frankie and laughed, "Dance with me!"

"I'm not much of a dancer, Harley."

"Aw, c'mon, Frankie. Puddin' won't dance. Please? Pleeeaaaase?"

He smiled and shook his head, "Ok, Harley. Ok."

I don't know why he'd said he couldn't dance; he was really good! He matched my movements in a style all his own and looked good doing it. We had a lot of fun dancing together and I didn't give another thought to the girl I'd fought with.