The next day, Ivy walked outside to her greenhouse to check water her 'babies'. When she finished, she strode back towards her house and checked her mailbox. It was mostly junk mail, except one mint green envelope with an emerald question mark as a stamp. It was to Harley from the Riddler. Ivy eyed it curiously, and ran back into the house to deliver it.

Harley was lying on the couch with her Betty Boop pajamas still cloaked around her slender frame and rollers still intact in her hair, although it was 1:00PM. She was watching the "Smallville" episode where Clark Kent first kissed Lana Lang. It reminded her of the first time the Joker planted his lips on hers. He came into her office for another session, and when she asked him what he had been thinking about lately, he kissed her passionately before replying, "That's all I've been thinking about."

Harley didn't want the Joker to occupy her mind, so she switched to "Family Ties." 'Better,' she thought.

At that moment, Ivy came rushing in, startling Harley.

"Red? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, Harley. But you got a letter!" Ivy said elatedly.

Harley's eyes widen with hope. "From Mistah J?"

Ivy shook her head disapprovingly. "No. From Edward."

Ivy handed Harley the envelope, and she slowly opened it. The Riddler's beautiful calligraphy wrote out the words: 'To Harley, With Love.' Love?

Harley started to read the Riddler's letter out loud. "'Dear Harley, I have a riddle for you to solve. I'm usually clad in red, but I can be seen clad in black. Sometimes I'm warm and other times I'm like ice. I don't have wings, but when I'm around you I flutter. What am I?' Well…a heart, right, Red?"

"I would think so…you know what that means right, Harls?"

Harley shook her head. "Red, no! He doesn't love me! I mean…he knows I'm with Mistah J!"

"Really? Because it doesn't look like you're with him now…and it doesn't look like you'll be going drinking and dancing any time soon." Ivy looked at Harley as if she had just proven her point.

Harley knew Ivy was right. But it felt so completely wrong to actually reply to Edward's letter. But as much as her heart told her not to, she found herself asking Ivy to teach her calligraphy.

The Joker sat at his wide desk trying to come up with a new plan to abolish Batman once and for all. Nothing unusual for him to be doing, but the fact that he hadn't come up with a single idea was foreign.

'It's just not the same without Harley being here to annoy me and distract me with her stupid ideas and unvarying need for affection,' the Joker contemplated. 'Oh, how I miss her.'

Although Joker and Harley had only been apart for a day, a slow, salty tear rolled down the Joker's bright white face like snow beginning to melt. He started to wonder if she had finally had it, and decided to permanently stay with Ivy. Then it hit him…Ivy! All he had to do was go down to Ivy's place, apologize to Harley, and she'd be back in his arms. He just hoped that's all it would take. Usually an apology would do the trick, but he wasn't sure about anything anymore.

Still hesitant over her decision to reply to Edward, Harley filled her fountain pen with ink over and over again.

Ivy asked frustrated, "Are you gonna write him the letter or not?"

Harley looked up at her friend. "Red, you usually don't care about guys at all. What makes you so interested now?"

Ivy turned her back to Harley. Her flowing, shimmering red hair covered her face when she shrugged insecurely and said, "I don't know. I ended up talking to Robert Mallasko at the competition. I asked him how he felt about winning. He said, 'It all feels like a dream. But I'm not delirious enough to kiss a poisonous plant.'"

Harley got up and put her arm around Ivy. "Oh, I'm sorry, Red."

Ivy nodded as if it was no big deal. "He just referred to me as a plant. I guess I miss being treated like a woman. And when I saw that love letter…I don't know, I guess it just made me in the mood to fall in love."

Harley smiles shyly and sadly. "I guess I know what you mean. I've been with Mistah J for what seems like forever, and I never once thought about anyone else. Including myself. And now I feel like a weight's been lifted off my shoulders…and I can experience some new things. Like replying to a love letter for example."

Ivy and Harley chuckled. Harley sat back down and began writing. "Dear Edward, the answer to your riddle is the heart. I have a riddle for you. What should all women have, but only few lucky women get?'"

Harley folded the letter and put it inside a purple envelope. She was about to seal it with a kiss, but couldn't bring herself to do it. Instead she licked it shut and put a personalized stamp on it. The background of the stamp was red and black diamonds, with the words "From the heart of Harley" on it. The Joker had made the stamps for her.

She thought about it for a minute, until Ivy snapped her out of it.

"You okay?" Ivy asked.

Harley smiled jovially. "Yeah, of course. Um…I'm gonna go bring this to the post office."

Ten minutes after Harley left Ivy's, the Joker arrived. He rang her doorbell and waited for her scowling face to answer. Sure enough it did. Ivy, shocked that the Joker was at the door, stumbled for words.

"J-joker. What are you doing here?" She despised the way she had just stuttered. It made her appear afraid. And that what not the message she wished to convey to the Joker.

Although the Joker normally made pretentious small talk, on that day he avoided it. "Is Harley here?"

"Why should I tell you?"

Joker replied curtly, "Because I came to get her and bring her home."

Ivy was honestly bewildered. "Why?"

Joker didn't answer. "Is she here?"

Ivy told him the truth, in a way. "No, she's not."

"Do you know where she is?"

"No," Ivy said simply. "And even if I did, why would I tell you?

Joker sighed. "Nevermind. Go back to your little rose garden…I mean as Mariah Carey would say, 'Who would care when the tears of a clown fall down?'"

Ivy rolled her eyes. "You listen to Mariah Carey?"

Joker shook his head solemnly. "Harley does. That song was never one of my favorites. But seeing as you won't tell me where my Harls is, I guess the babe sings the truth."

"Goodbye, Joker." Ivy said his name with a sharp edge.

"Not goodbye, Pammy," the Joker responded as he turned to leave. "I'll be back…"