Harley arrived back shortly, and Ivy decided not to tell her about the Joker's visit. She knew if Harley heard the Joker came for her, she would become weak and lovesick again. And from what Ivy could tell, Harley was starting to get better.

Harley greeted, "Hey, Red. Miss me?"

"Someone just missed you," Ivy mumbled to herself.

"What?"

"Nothing."

The next morning, Harley got up early to see if she received another letter from the Riddler. She checked the mailbox eagerly and found another green envelope. Her stomach filled with nervousness, excitement, and guilt. She took it back to her room, and opened it quietly, trying not to wake Ivy, who was a late sleeper.

"'Dear Harley, your riddle puzzles me. What should every woman have, but few lucky women get? Hopefully a man that can tell a good riddle. Since you answered my other riddle correctly, I have another for you. Who wants to see you again and meet you at The Noir Café tomorrow at 6:00PM? That's right, me of course! I hope you agree to meet me,'" Harley read quietly to herself.

Harley gasped. An actual date? She wasn't sure how to feel. She still loved the Joker, and she knew she would never feel differently. But the idea of a guy who treated her with love and respect was elating. As she thought more, she realized that the Joker treated her with love and respect when they first fell in love. Could the cycle be repeating? She had too many questions and doubts, but after thinking about it long and hard she came up with a verdict.

Harley began writing her response. 'Dear Edward, I'd love to meet you at the Noir Café. I'll see you at 6:00…'

Joker decided to try Ivy's house again as he promised. He rang her doorbell, and again she answered with a frown. A facial trait the Joker hated to see, unless it was on Batman. After bickering with Ivy for what seemed like an eternity, he convinced her to let him in. Although Ivy told the Joker Harley wasn't there, and that was the truth he realized, he thought he might be able to get a clue to where she might be.

He spotted the two envelopes from the Riddler and decided to distract Ivy. "Well, I guess you were telling the truth after all. But I am truly thirsty, Pammy…could I have a cup of water?"

Ivy looked at the Joker with growing suspicion.

Joker pleaded, "Just one cup of water and I'll be gone. Promise."

Joker offered his pinky to her, but she declined and went to get his water. Joker rapidly took the envelopes. His heart stung when he saw the words "To Harley, With Love" on them. Ivy came in and Joker drank his ice-cold water. Although he managed to grin on his way out, she could tell something was wrong.

That evening Harley took out two lovely dresses and asked Ivy her opinion. "What do you think, Red? The sparkly black gown or the ravishing red dress?"

Ivy studied both dresses for a moment before making her decision. "Hmmm…well the black one says 'I'm a sophisticated young lady who has class, good taste, and wants to be taken seriously.' And the red one says 'I'm ready to have a good time. I'm a fun and bright young lady who loves dancing, kissing, and looking sexy.'

"So, the red one right?"

Ivy smiled and nodded. "And I've got just the right lip-gloss to match that color. I'll go get it."

"Thanks." Harley brushed her golden hair and looked at herself in the mirror nervously.

Ivy came back in holding the lip-gloss. "It's called First Date!" Ivy announced, then impeded upon seeing Harley fidgeting and looking anxious. "Don't be nervous, baby. It's only Edward."

Harley folded her hands in her lap. "It just feels so wrong, Red."

"Don't worry about it. It'll be fun," Ivy reassured her. Ivy took Harley's hair and held it up. "Are you gonna wear your hair up or down?"

Harley told Ivy, "I was thinking down, and I could curl it?"

Ivy nodded. "Hmmm…good idea."

Ivy let Harley's hair fall back down as she took out the curling iron for Harley. "Thanks, Red," Harley peeped.

Ivy left the room as Harley began curling her long, thick hair.

The Joker opened the envelopes and read Edward's love letters, or love riddles actually. His heart melted as looked up at his best friend Harvey who was reading them with him.

"Edward was supposed to be my friend or and how does he show it?" the Joker yelled, his fury and jealousy burning inside him. "By trying to seduce the woman I love?"

Joker froze as he said it. The woman he loves. He finally said it. He said he loved Harley. And he had to let her know.

"I'm going down to that Noir Café!"

Harvey looked concerned. "What are you gonna do?"

"I'm gonna give Harley her anniversary present."

Harley promenaded down the stairs like Cinderella, her garnet dress flowing down to her knees, her matching high heels with diamond hearts, and her ruby lips looking softer than ever.

"You look great, Harley-girl," Ivy complimented.

"Thank you, Red. Not overdressed?"

Ivy answered, "Hey, there's no such thing as overdressing for a first date."

Harley hugged Ivy, and Ivy wished her luck. Harley smiled and took her red and black diamond purse from the counter.

The doorbell rang.

Harley answered the door to see Edward looking fabulous in his navy blue suit and forest green tie.

He beamed and said, "Good evening, Harleen. You look amazing."

Harley did a little twirl for him and blushed slightly. Edward chuckled.

"You look amazing too," Harley replied a bit maladroitly.

Edward smiled as he gave her a single red rose. But as Harley looked at the crimson petals and smelled the sweetness of the rose, she remembered the time she realized she was in love with the Joker. She found a rose on her desk, and went to his cell to ask him how it got there. The rest was history.

But Harley didn't want to think about that tonight, and so she gave the beautiful rose a quick sniff and thanked Edward. As Edward led Harley to his pearl white '65 Mustang convertible, she felt excited. But her cloud of guilt still rained on her enthusiasm.