A/N: Chapter four. I'm working on chapter five. I'll try to get it up soon.

"Harley!" The Joker's voice boomed from the kitchen.

Harley woke up with a jolt. Rubbing her eyes, she peeled herself from the floor.

"Coming!" She shouted back to him and lazily standing up, headed toward the kitchen.

The house was cold. It was always cold in the mornings. It made Harley miss her nice warm bed. But this was the life she had chosen. To live in hiding and take care of her Puddin.

She entered the kitchen to see cereal sprawled all across the floor. And empty, crushed boxes littering the counter. The Joker looked at Harley, a look of frustration on his face.

"Where are my Fruity Pebbles? I wanted Fruity Pebbles this morning." He said as he went back to rummaging through the cabinets.

"I don't know. I think you finished them off yesterday."

"What!?" He snapped at her. Harley felt herself jump slightly.

"I think we are out." She said softly.

"What am I supposed to eat, Harley?"

"Try a different kind of cereal. We have plenty."

"You mean the cereal that is all over our floor." He said dumping out the contents of yet another box. "You really want your boss to eat that?"

"It's not like you had to make this mess. Go ahead and eat it off the floor! At least that way I won't have to clean it up!" She yelled at him.

The Joker looked at Harley, his eyes narrowing. He took a few steps towards her. Each step Harley heard cereal crunch beneath his feet. She didn't know what to expect, even after living with him for three months his mood swings still surprised her.

"You yelled at me." He said softly.

"I'm sorry Puddin. I was cranky. I just woke up." Harley tried to explain herself.

"I can see that. I suppose I've been rather demanding of you these past few weeks. It's a wonder you just now snapped." His angry disposition turned into happiness. "Well then, if you say we're out of Fruity Pebbles I guess we're out of Fruity Pebbles. How about I make us some pancakes? Would you like some pancakes Harley?"

Harley looked at him. Her brow furrowed in confusion. After a short silence she realized he wasn't joking and she silently nodded her head.

"Great! Why don't you go lay down for a bit. Get some more rest. I can see you haven't had much sleep. I'll holler at you when breakfast is ready."

Harley opened her mouth to speak, to comment on his rather strange outbreak of kindness. But closed it again and headed back to her room to lay down.

She slept peacefully. Suddenly the sound of shouting and glass crashing to the floor woke her.

"What the fuck?" She whispered to herself.

She threw the blankets off her body and headed to the kitchen. She heard another glass shatter on the stone floor.

"Mr. J?" She called out.

"Harleen!" A female voice called out to her. The voice was weak.

Harley slowly stepped into the kitchen. A woman stood at the sink. Her back facing Harley. She wore a long grey bath robe and her long blond hair fell down to her waist in knots.

"Mother?" Harley questioned.

The woman turned around. Her face looked tired. Like she hadn't slept in days.

"Harleen look at this mess! Did you do this!? How can you live in a dump like this Harleen?"

"I'm sorry mother. I'll clean it up."

"It's too late for that Harleen." Her mother walked towards her, as she stepped closer Harley noticed a knife in her right hand and a bottle of vodka in her left. "It's already messy. You know I hate a dirty household."

"What are you doing? Why are you here?"

"I was lonely. You left me. You left me for your career, you selfish little bitch, and look at you now. Living in this dump with a maniac. You should have stayed at home Harleen. You should have taken care of your mother. I raised you after all."

"I'm sorry mother. But what about my life? What about what I wanted?"

"It's always about you isn't it Harleen?" She inched closer.

"Mother?"

"Well I don't need you anymore." She lunged at Harley with the knife. Plunging it into her chest, laughing.

Harley's eyes widened and she gasped for air.

"Harley." A voice called out.

Her eyes flung open and she sat up in shock. She was covered in sweat. She looked nervously around the room. Her eyes darting from one corner to the next.

"Good morning buddy." The Joker said.

She turned her attention to him, still breathing heavily.

"I hope you had good dreams." He told her. "But judging from your state, I'd say not." He laughed. "Want some pancakes Harley?"