Ha...so this one definitely got away from me, but #noragrets! I definitely had fun writing this chapter ;)

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Chapter 3

The music was loud, but still somewhat bearable. Betty was making her way through the throng of teens with Jughead in tow. Her hips swaying to the beat of the song, eyes darting around looking for a leather-wearing black cat.

There was no active thought process towards her clown, but she never let go of his hand. She was gripping him tightly so that they don't get separated by the crowd, but not actually paying him any attention. She was a woman on a mission and on the hunt for her villainous ally.

Jughead actually struggled a bit keeping up with his minx-like partner. She was bobbing and weaving through the crowd as if it was natural for her. All the while he just kept running into people and yelling "Sorry!" every time he bumped someone, or worse, their drink.

He also couldn't help but notice the eyes of almost everyone male in the room as they made their way through the crowd. Almost every guy they passed had widened their eyes in appreciation, which was almost always followed by a wink towards himself. Like he didn't know how amazing Betty looked. Meanwhile Betty, the ever obtuse, hadn't realized all the attention her little (pun intended) costume garnered. I mean really, how could someone be so good at sleuthing and just so hilariously obtuse to normal, everyday life? Everyone meet Betty Cooper, the human oxymoron.

He hurried to her side and asked as loudly as he could without breaking her eardrum "Have you found Catwoman yet?"

She seemed frustrated. "No not yet" she yelled back.

He sighed, mainly to himself, knowing that when Betty was on a mission, she wasn't easily distracted. Now Jughead Jones was not the tallest man in the building, but we was tall enough to easily survey the crowd. He was on the lookout for black hair and pointy cat ears.

He felt a sudden jerk from his hand as was propelled forward by the blonde and he thinks he heard "Found her!" but he wasn't quite sure. His attention back on his pretty blonde partner, he also found Veronica sitting at one of the booths with Archie (How did he find her first?!).

"Ronnie!" Betty yelled as she left Jughead behind in favor of bum-rushing her best friend.

Veronica turned at the sound of her name and eyes widened for just a moment taking in Betty's appearance and accepting the bone crushing hug.

Once Betty released her grip, Veronica held her at arm's length and very obviously checked her out. "B! Damn girl, you look hot! I'm sure your clown prince approves" She winked suggestively at Jughead.

Betty could sense herself blushing again and giggled to hide her embarrassment. She looked back at Jughead, her hand reaching out to him to bring him closer and in her Harley accent she said "Well Mista J likes the new look."

"Mr. J, huh?" Veronica looked between Betty and Jughead, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Well lucky you Juggiekins, I thought for sure you were going to come as Edgar Allen Poe"

Jughead cringed at the nickname. Veronica seemed to have a horrible habit of adding "-kins" to any boy's name. He absolutely hated it, but just like he couldn't say no to Betty, no one could say no to Veronica. He didn't need or want the confrontation.

"Hilarious. I thought we're supposed to dress up as something you aren't for Halloween. How boring would I be if I just came as myself." He added sarcastically, rolling his eyes for good measure.

"Aw Puddin, you can be such a stick in the mud sometimes." Betty teased him with a faux frown.

As Jughead was about to reply, Veronica just as quickly interrupted. "Not to break up whatever was about to happen, but Harley Quinn and I need to hit the dance floor! C'mon B let's tear this place up!"

And they were off, B&V set off towards the dance floor, their dates left behind to watch. Betty looked back apologetically and mouthed "Sorry" to Jughead, to which he only chuckled and waved a hand at her showing that he wasn't bothered.

"I don't know how the girls can dance in those shoes all night" Archie said as Jughead sat down next to him.

"You're guess is as good as mine." Jughead replied. "Let's hit the snack bar. You know I'm starving and I have a feeling they're going to be out there for a while."

"Yea alright, I could use some food too." Archie said as the maneuvered their way to the snack bar.

In the meantime, Betty was having a blast on the dance floor. She wasn't a great dancer, but she could definitely groove to a beat and not look like a complete idiot. She was having fun dancing with her best friend without a care in the world.

"Oh my God B, honestly this costume is amazing!" Veronica yelled.

"Yea?! I made it myself. Took me like 2 weeks!" Betty yelled back.

Veronica bobbed her head appreciatively, impressed by her best friend's handiwork. "Not bad Cooper, it looks amazing."

Betty just smiled and twirled around in jubilee.

"So what's up with the accent and the Mr. J thing?"

Betty looked at her friend sheepishly "It's Harley's accent...and what she calls The Joker." She shrugged. "I watched the old cartoons on youtube to get the accent right. I thought he would like that"

Veronica just laughed. "Oh girl, he definitely likes it. Even eating he can't take his eyes off of you!" With that, she grabbed Betty's arms and switched places with her and Betty caught a glimpse of her now favorite clown casually eating a mountain of snacks (surprise, surprise) and talking to Archie, but his eyes never left hers.

Her skin suddenly felt very hot and she got a little bashful as she turned her right knee in as her right hand waved sweetly at him as her left hand twirled a piece of hair from her pigtail.

"Um, excuse me B! You're dancing with me right now so get those fuck-me eyes out of here so we can get back to dancing!"

Betty gasped dramatically at Veronica's insinuation. "Veronica Lodge! I do not have fuck-me eyes!" She practically screeched.

"Ha. Betty if you don't, your Mr. J certainly does." She raised her eyebrows suggestively as her thumb pointed behind her.

"Huh? What? No...um...whatever let's get back to dancing!" Betty shouted as she tried to regain some semblance of composure. Veronica just laughed at her best friend and easily jumped back into the beat.

"So what's up with the accents and nicknames?" Archie asked casually.

"I don't know. She started it when I picked her up and it just kind of stuck. She told me she's been practicing the accent" He chuckled softly at the memory of her confession.

Archie laughed and shook his head as he said "Yea that definitely sounds like Betty. Always trying to impress someone. Still surprised that you're going along with it though. And the hair, talk about really committing to the role"

"Yea accents and impersonations aren't really my thing, and this is just a temporary dye, but I could tell she put a lot of thought and effort to the costume so I figured I'd play along if it'll make her happy."

"You sound whipped Jug" Archie teased as he nudged his best friend.

Jughead shot him a glare "As long as Betty's holding the whip, I don't really see the problem" and continued munching on his snacks.

Archie just laughed harder, knowing there was no real anger in his glare and only now realizing how much of a closet romantic Jughead could be. They changed topics and enjoyed their company while their dates danced away.

The girls eventually joined them, very tired and extremely sweaty from their ultimate dance off. Betty plopped herself next to Jughead and lay her head on his shoulder.

"Have fun out there Puddin?" He asked as he offered her a Hershey's kiss.

She smiled lazily and nodded her head as she opened her mouth. Jughead took the hint and placed the kiss on her tongue.

"Well that's an innuendo if I ever saw one" Veronica said as she smirked at their exchange.

Archie just laughed and Betty bashfully cuddled closer into Jughead's arm trying to hide her face. Not even Betty was safe from Veronica's lack of filter.

"Yea yea yea, we're adorable. C'mon Bets, I need a drink and you look like you could use one too" Jughead said dryly as he stood up and offered his hand to his clown princess.

"Whatever you say Mista J" she said dreamily as she took his hand.

"Those two are too much. I wonder if they're going to keep up with the weird nicknames all night." Veronica thought out loud.

Archie chuckled and gave Veronica a squeeze "As long as Betty keeps it up, so will Jug."

Veronica looked down at the caped crusader and shrugged. "Let's go find Kev and the others. I'm dying to see how everyone's costume turned out!"

As much as Betty thought she wasn't a great dancer, Jughead could barely be even considered one. She'd known that for a long time now, long before they even thought about each other in this way, and she didn't want to pressure him into dancing with her. No matter how much she wanted to. So she did the next best thing, as they walked to the drinks table she began dancing on her own, pretending Jughead was dancing with her.

He felt her moving quite a bit from their held hands and turned around to see what was causing his blonde partner to move so much. When she saw her, he found himself utterly amazed at the sight. Her eyes were closed and she had a silly little grin on her lips as she moved to the music in a way he'd never seen before. She was completely in her own world and he desperately wanted to be a part of it.

"Do you want to dance Darlin?"

Her eyes shot open at the question and meekly nodded her head as she maintained eye contact with him. He smiled softly at her and brought her head close to his so he could attempt to yell/whisper in her ear.

"I'm not so great at this so don't laugh. Let's go to the corner over there"

She shot him a curious look. He nearly laughed at her face, she looked like a little puppy with her head tilted that way. "So other people can't see me make a fool of myself"

She giggled at his honestly, "Ok, wherever is fine with me. Just follow my lead Mista J" and she practically dragged him to the outskirts of the dancefloor into a semi-private corner.

She turned her back to him so her back was flush against his chest and grabbed his hands and placed them over her hips. Jughead visibly and audibly gulped at the sensation. Sure they've had a few intimate moments together, never really going all the way, but most definitely flirting dangerously with the line. But something about this position, in front of what he assumed was the whole school, was so...bad, in the absolute best way possible.

She didn't even give him a warning as started swinging her hips to the fast beat of whatever song was playing. He didn't really listen to the radio often, but he recognized some parts of the song. Truthfully, he could barely concentrate on anything else but the delicious way her body touched his. At no moment were their bodies ever separated, somewhere somehow they managed to always remain in constant contact and he reveled in it. He dropped his head down to rest his chin on her shoulder so they were cheek to cheek, his arms snaking around her waist effectively caging her in.

Betty was on cloud nine. She always thoroughly enjoyed every moment when they got to touch, no matter how small or how intimate. The tiny spark she felt as their skin touched always brought a smile to her face.

She was doing her best to dance in rhythm to the song, feeling the music coursing through her body. She would roll her hips over his pants, sometimes slowly and deliberately, sometimes quick and without abandon. She was truly enjoying herself and not taking this moment for granted. Feeling his body practically fused with hers as she grinded on him in a way normal Betty wouldn't dare to do.

With his head on her shoulder, she reached her hands up and started running her fingers through his temporary green hair. Her hips still swaying to the beat as the song changed to something a bit slower.

Without either of them being great dancers, they still managed to be in almost perfect sync. All Jughead had to do was follow her, as if he would dream of doing anything else. He felt like he was doing a good enough job. He moved his hips to the right when she did, and did the same when she moved to the left. Once the slow song started, there was no gap between them anymore. The slow tempo allowing their bodies to move more calmly, but at the same even more sensually.

He practically moaned when he felt her hands in his hair. He absolutely loved the feeling. It felt like he was being treasured and with her body moving with his, the feeling was indescribably. He kissed her cheek softly and made no effort to pull away. She ran her right hand down to his free cheek and turned to face him.

This was unusual for him. Not that he wasn't happy to see her face (trust me, he was always happy to see her face), but he just wasn't really sure of how to dance with her in this position.

She could see the hesitation in his eyes and smiled brightly. She moved so that one of his legs was sandwiched in between hers and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss. His hands found her lower back and pulled her closer to him. It wasn't a full on makeout session, but they could feel their love and passion flowing between them.

That all changed when in the middle of their kiss, she rolled her hips experimentally and this proved to be the clown prince's undoing. He moaned into her mouth and his hands moved almost frantically across her body. Across her back, waist, arms, neck, face, anywhere he could reach he wanted to touch. Tongues clashing, tasting and invading each other's mouths while his hands explored.

Knowing that a simple roll of her hips was enough to elicit such a positive response, she tried it again and continued moving as the song played. Her hands moved to his head again, gently massaging his scalp with the slight scratch of her nails, his hands holding onto her face tightly giving her no opportunity to move or stop (not like she wanted to).

Their kiss was feverish and almost desperate. His lips were like nectar to her and she could never get enough of it. She found herself insatiable when it came to Jughead and his kisses, she could never get enough and she could tire of them.

Jughead's mind was more or less on the same plane, except for the fact that he couldn't think at all. His mind was a complete blank, something that he had only experienced when kissing Betty and it was like a much needed vacation. Who would have thought that Jughead Jones' best medicine to an overactive mind was the tempting lips of Betty Cooper?

Betty was forcefully brought back to reality when Jughead pulled away from her violently. When she finally opened her eyes she saw the determined glare in his. She was a bit confused and then he suddenly spun around and grabbed her hand, dragging her to some unknown destination.

Still a little dazed from their make-out she tried to form a coherent thought. "Wait...Juggie what's wrong? Did something happen?"

He remained silent, quietly dragging her towards the double doors under the exit sign that she was not familiar with. He looked almost angry and Betty decided to wait until they were where he wanted them to be before she continued with her questions.

Once they finally made it through the doors, she found themselves in a dimly lit alleyway outside of the building.

"Wha-" She began before his lips crashed onto hers. He was ferocious in his assault. She had never seen him quite so aggressive and it took her completely by surprise. She was against the wall of the building and his hands were on either side of her. She couldn't help but feel a little turned on by the possessive action. Aggressive Juggie was hot, and dripping with sexiness, she hoped to see more of him in the future. However, much to her chagrin, he pulled away again after a minute, and placed his forehead on hers.

He was taking deep breaths in what she assumed was him trying to calm himself "Sorry, I didn't really want to put on a show for everyone." He apologized when he caught his breath.

"Show? People were watching us!?" She asked as her mind went into panic mode.

"Yea I saw some people looking, but I also didn't want to stop" He said as he smirked at her.

"Good. I didn't either Mista J" she ended seductively.

"Betty seriously, you gotta stop with the Mista J stuff. I'm honestly losing whatever self-control I've managed to maintain throughout the night. I don't know if it's the accent or what, but it's driving crazy. In the best way possible" he added.

Betty liked the idea of making Jughead go crazy. Hell, he made her crazy, it's only fair if she reciprocated.

With her index finger and thumb, she grabbed his chin and said "Aww...is Mista J gettin soft on his little ol' Puddin? You know you could always take a ride on your Harley." she replied with a wink.

She honestly had NO IDEA where this seductress came from! She couldn't believe she actually said that to him! She remembers seeing an episode of the old Batman cartoon and her saying something similar to that, but cartoon Harley most certainly did not say it in the way that Betty just had. But she said it, and while she meant it, she wasn't sure how he was going to react.

He stood there for a moment like a statue, at a complete loss for words. Did she just say what I think she said? He thought. He was in an alternate universe. That had to be it. No way would his sweet and kind Betty Cooper say those words. It was so sexy and sultry, and so unlike her normal behavior. And yet he couldn't help but admit that he loved it. He didn't want to be like the rest of the primitive thinking males in his school. Their minds completely and totally occupied with sex and everything having to do it.

"I'm…*ahem*...I'm just messing around Juggie." She said with a forced smile. "Just keeping in character. Don't worry. I'm pretty sure I heard her say that one time and I think it just slipped out. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." She could barely look at him and it immediately broke his heart.

"Bets, you got the wrong idea." He started as he tried to console her. "I was just really shocked to hear you say that. It's not every day a girl asks me to 'ride his harley' and the girl's name being Harley" He said, trying to diffuse the awkward situation with a light laugh.

She looked up at him with a mock glare "That's right you don't. We'll be having different problems if that were the case."

He laughed openly at her remark and she giggled along with him.

"Either way, I'm sorry if it was a bit too much. I'll be sure to keep the rest of the night PG." She added with a wink.

"I think I can handle PG-13." He mused.

"Ok Mista J, well now that we've agreed upon that, I think it's time we head back inside. I don't need Veronica to call out the search party for me." She shivered at the thought and he grabbed her hand to head back inside.

"Good point, let's go Darlin. I never got my drink anyways"

Yay! A bughead makeup session that got a little hot and heavy ;) I hope you all liked it.

In case anyone was wondering, Joker doesn't actually call Harley puddin' all that often if at all, but he does sometimes call her darlin', Harls, or even poo I've read. That was totally my bad for not realizing it earlier, so that's why Jughead is starting to call her darlin' in this chapter (I didn't like the nickname 'poo' and puddin' was getting used way too much! I might add Harls later on because it reminds me of Jughead calling Betty Bets which is adorable to me)

So if you missed any characters, worry not! I'll be sure to add more in the next chapter and have some more interactions between our favorite couple. I'm still working on it so if you'd like to see someone specifically or have an idea of what you'd like to see happen, I'm all ears and open to them!

Thank you all again so much for your reviews, they really brighten my day! Until next time~