"Where are we going, Mr. J?" Harleen questioned as the pair sped through the city streets in Joker's purple Lamborghini. The speedometer had just reached 110 mph, so all the dark scenery was a blur.

"You'll see, you'll see. It's a place I've been dying to take you. You'll love it even more than the electricity!" He cackled almost to himself. The thought of killing Dr. Quinzel had plagued him since their very first meeting. He thought it was cute how easily he could manipulate her into bringing him things like the toy cat and then the machine gun. All the other Arkham guards hated him before even seeing him, but Harley was open-minded and naïve in a pitiful sort of way. Through their sessions it was clear that she needed more help than him as he had learned that he was Dr. Quinzel's only friend. He had also admired that she always tried to make the sessions fun for him, unlike the other mundane psychiatrists, by cracking jokes constantly and not sticking to the scheduled agenda. But the Clown Prince of Crime didn't need a princess right now, therefore he would have to kill her.

In the distance, among the blurred streetlights and night stars, was the familiar bright circle with the insignia of the pesky flying rat that always swooped in to ruin the day. Joker angrily growled then glanced over to Harleen who was surprisingly calm. Anyone else would be crying and begging for their life right now. Harley is somethin' else. He thought while shaking his head.

"We're here, Darling." Joker sang as they both got out of the car. Harleen Quinzel stared up in curiosity at the large, neon letters of Ace Chemicals. "Surely you remember my file at Arkham." He hinted.

"Yes I do, but…" She stammered consumed in thought.

"I'm here to take you on a behind the scenes tour." He laughed, took her hand, and led her in.

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He led her finally to the catwalk overlooking the deadly vats of acidic chemicals. He took a few steps back not wanting to damage his new suit. "Question! Would you die for me?"

"Yes." Harleen responded immediately without even thinking which left Joker stunned.

"That's too easy. Would you… would you live for me?" Noticing she was taking her time with this question, he reiterated it with "Hmm?"

"Yes." She said after a long few seconds of critical thinking.

"Careful. Do not say this oath thoughtlessly! Desire becomes surrender. Surrender becomes power." He whispered and brought up his smile tattoo to her smileless lips, "You want this?"

"I do."

He was excited at how loyal she was and almost burst out laughing, "Say it. Say it. Say it! Pretty pretty pretty pretty…"

"Please?" She looked down at the swirling green toxins awaiting her.

"God you're so good." Joker breathed out right before Dr. Harleen Quinzel turned around to lock eyes with her one desire. She jumped off the railing silently to her death in the vat of steaming chemicals below her. Joker watched her splash into it and saw her body sink under the surface. I'm finally alone again, no double act, no annoying assistant. He turned and took a few steps to leave. However… She was the only human in this city that was ever nice to me, and Harley is quite beautiful. I can't leave her to die like this. And when I'm King of Gotham again, she would make a good queen. Joker growled through gritted teeth, took off his suit jacket, and dived right into the chemicals after her.

He picked up her limp body from the bottom of the tank and swam up to the surface. Her clothes, like his, had burned off and the vivid colors floated around them. He looked over her pale, radiant body and blew life back into her lungs from which she gasped. Although the chemicals didn't affect him, Joker knew Harleen must've been in great pain, but she smiled at him anyway. He leaned down and fervently kissed her, then he threw his head back and laughed so loud it echoed throughout the factory.

"Hello Harley." He could tell she loved the new nickname. "Ready to go home?"

"I don't think we should go just yet…" She playfully remarked. She kissed up Joker's chest and neck to friskily nip at his lower lip. He chuckled at his new creation and joined in the fun while tightening his arms around her since she obviously couldn't swim. He rapidly kissed all over her face making her giggle. She wrapped her arms around his head and they kissed more fiercely. Police sirens became clear which made them stop kissing, yet they were still blocks away.

"I love you, Puddin', but maybe we should continue this at home." Then they got out of the chemicals, still naked, and sprinted to find the car to continue their passion in a more secluded hideout.