Her mind is reeling with excitement as she stands before him. His eyes are piercing into her soul and her body feels more alive now than she can ever remember. She is drawn to him, with such force she doesn't think she can ever be close enough, but she has to be still. She has to be silent. She listens to his words in that voice, that smooth voice that makes her melt.

"Would you die for me?" he asks slowly, his hands floating around her but never quite touching her.

"Yes," she answers calmly, so sure and certain she almost surprises herself. The Joker speaks again and she can't help but watch his smooth red lips form together as he talks.

"Would you," he hesitates for only a moment, "would you live for me?"

"Yes," she repeats simply, though she wants to say more, she longs to tell him everything, how she'd live, die, kill for him.

Now her time has come, this moment is do or die. This moment seals her fate in his eyes. She steps back and takes her position. Her arms spread out like a bird in flight as she gives him one final look before letting gravity pull her backwards.

The fall lasted an eternity, fear and excitement swelling inside her, mixing into one overwhelming sensation of pure bliss. The Joker stands above her; he watches her descent with a smile across his face. Her lips smile to meet his before she lands.

The hiss of burning skin fills her ears as the pain showers her body. She holds her breath and squeezes her eyes tight, but her paralyzed body keeps her still. Her mind races wildly with memories and thoughts of him, and suddenly everything moved in slow motion. The searing pain has all but vanished and is replaced with a tingling numbness. This is surely death, she thinks, yet somehow this does not scare her- in fact, it thrills her. She has found the one thing in the world that she was missing and it was the Joker.

With a smile, she allows the air to escape out of her lungs and rush in bubbles to the surface. Her mind becomes fuzzy as she begins to slip into eternal darkness. In her last moment of consciousness, she can swear she feels two strong arms wrap around her body.

XXX

The corners of his mouth curve ever so slightly into the tiniest of smiles before she allows herself fall backwards. He watches her fall towards the vat below, her golden blonde hair blowing around her face and he sees those pretty little lips smile up at him before she disappears beneath the surface.

Good bye, Harleen.

He turns and begins to walk before he stops. What if she doesn't resurface? What if she dies in there?

What does it matter? She's lucky you let her live the first time.

The voices in his head are right. He wasn't suppose to let her live back at Arkham, but something had come over him. He couldn't bare the thought of taking her life, not after she'd helped him escape so selflessly. He takes another couple steps before pausing again. He can't help but feel a pull inside him urging him back to her. He should at least pull her out, then he can leave.

This is a new jacket; she isn't worth it.

He tries to fight himself. She is nothing, he doesn't care about her -he can't. He cares about himself and himself alone, but there is an aching in his chest -a craving almost. A craving for her.

He groans before turning back. His feet move him fast as he sheds his jacket and he flies over the edge. He hits the acid hard, and he can hear the sizzle in his ears but he pays no attention- he has a mission. His hands find her in the darkness, wrapping his arms around her waist he pulls her against his chest and kicks upward. When they emerge he pulls her head above water, but her eyes stay closed. She isn't even breathing.

She's dead, you fool! All that work for nothing!

He puts his lips her hers and breathes life into her, and for a moment he fears it didn't work. Finally she gasps and opens her eyes, looking around frantically before finally settling on his face. This emotion floods over him- relief? - as he kisses her. It was a hard kiss, a passionate kiss and she returns it with full enthusiasm.

When they pull apart he marvels at the sight of her. Skin near perfection, except for a few minor chemical burns on her chest, and her eyes shining and blue. Her hair is the purest shade of blonde he's ever seen, the blue and pink from each of their clothes mixing into the tips and making it even more perfect. He throws his head back and laughs triumphantly, he has succeeded. He's made her part of him and now she could truly be his. She smiles up at him as he kisses her again and his mind buzzes with the mere thought of her.

Harley.

A/N: I hope this wasn't too out of character for our lovely Mr. J. I just had this idea in my head and tried my best to write it out. Let me know what you think! Love.