It had been hot.

The two clowns had been working in the warehouse four hours straight. Their only stop was for lunch, and that was to get lunch. Meaning that you held the sandwich and ate it as you continued to carry and/or move things inside of the warehouse. The job also included painting and furnishing. There were a total of fourteen rooms and three floors, plus the basement.

Harley wiped sweat from her brow. She had painted seven rooms and moved his shit in. She was ready to tell him off and leave, but he did help her with it all.

They had been accompanied by the Joker's thugs, which had actually been extremely useful. They had finished all fourteen floors and basement within a few hours. That would seem impossible, but now she knew why he had had that meeting at The Iceberg with the mob. He needed there help, so he manipulated them. Harley smirked as she thought about it. The Joker probably needed them for other more "important" things, but he made them instead waste a day cleaning his new home. It was a win-win for him and a lose-lose for the Mafia. Just the way he liked it.

He was devious and cunning. His schemes were clever and meaningful. He made Gotham his own and he ruled it. She liked that about him. Not to mention he was rather handsome. That worried her. She didn't want to become attached to the man. She had to be rational about her "feelings". He was the Joker after all. Zero empathy, can't feel love yadda, yadda, She sighed.

They were sitting up against the back of the leather couch. He was leaned up against the couch next to her, holding a water bottle. The doors and windows had been opened to let in fresh air. By now, it was only Harley and Joker left in the warehouse; along with her puppies of course.

He noticed her staring at him and asked teasingly, "Is it the scars?"

She smirked and said, "It's never the scars."

"Then what do you want?"

"Wanna go do something?" She asked him. Harley glanced at him before standing.

He looked up at her skeptically before answering, "Like what? It's too early to do much of anything."

"Not something like that, but…..like…I don't know! Anything…." She cried. "Don't you get tired of doing nothing all day?"

"I don't do "nothing" all day," He stood up and took a drink from his water bottle. "I work."

"On what?" She asked with a laugh. "Your next scheme?"

He looked at her and pointed his index finger while saying, "Hey, I don't scheme."

"Mhhmmmm," She hummed. "C'mon! Just something? Anything?" She looked at him with big eyes and squeezed his bicep. "Please?"

He glanced down at her and sighed. "Fine…but it better be something good. If you take me to do something stupid, I swear I'll-"

She cut him off with a kiss to his scarred cheek.

"You know you can't do that every time," He echoed her earlier words.

She nodded and bit her lip. "C'mon…I have an idea."

"You look…devious….." He looked at her in fear. "Where are you taking me?"

"You can uh….swim right?" She asked while wandering over to her bag. She pulled out a blue and white striped bikini. "I came prepared just in case you know…"

"Did you expect me to agree?" He exclaimed. He stalked towards her with his eyes wide and a smile plastered to his face.

"Ummm...no?" She lied as she shook her head and backed away giggling. "No…what are you doing? Stay away-"

He tackled her then and she squealed. She protested by whining in between her giggles but it was to no avail.

"No…really stop!" She finally yelled. He let up and looked down at her. He rested a top her and she held her sides and grimaced.

"Ughh, asshole! I think you made me pee a little…" She whined.

"Well, good thing we're going swimming then….right?" He grinned lazily. His blonde hair fell around his face and she looked up at him.

The sun illuminated his back and he looked like he was shining. Harley laughed. It was rather ironic, him looking like an "angel".

"What's funny?" He asked furrowing his brows.

"Nothing," She said. "C'mon, stop raping me. Do you even have a swim suit?"

"Possibly. I'll have to look in some of the unopened boxes," He stood up and smirked. "But uhh…..if I don't I could just go naked…." He waggled his eyebrows at her suggestively.

"In your dreams," She stated with a blank expression. She stood up and walked over to a few of the boxes.

"You're always in my dreams," He said with a fake girly sigh.

"Oh shut the fuck up and look through your shit," She commanded. She folded her arms and watched as he slowly walked over.

"Where's this swimming pool by the way?" He asked. He rummaged through box one. He was unsuccessful and moved on to box two.

"Pam has an in-ground at her place," Harley answered. She watched him retrieve green swim trunks from the bottom of the box.

"Aha!" He exclaimed. "When did I get these…...?" He muttered under his breath. He shrugged and turned towards her.

"Ready?" She asked. She stood next to the staircase.

"I'm driving," He stated. He saw her face form a frown.

"Again? No, I'm driving," She argued, "You drove last time!"

"So? It's my car, I'm driving," He shot back.

They started down the stairs and argued all the way out the door.

"That doesn't matter!" Harley complained.

"Are we really arguing over this again?" The Joker groaned.

"I should drive because I know how to get to Pam's! You don't, so give me the keys!"

"What? No, just give me directions! This is not supposed to be difficult!" He exclaimed while he started the engine.

It was going to be a long car ride.