"What?" Pam exclaimed into the phone.

Harley held the phone away from her ear and quickly adjusted the volume.

"Umm…Well yes it kind of just-" Harley was cut off by Pam screaming in her ear.

"EXPLODED?"

Harley cringed and replied, "Look this isn't my fault-"

"You're damn right it isn't! It's his!" Pam screeched. "That insufferable pig of a man is responsible! Did he do it? Harleen! I swear if he did this-"

"No, No! Red-Stop! It wasn't him," Harley pleaded, "It couldn't have been him because….well he wouldn't do that! He doesn't have a reason!"

"He blows other shit up without a reason!" Pam stated.

"Pam…" Harley begged.

She paused before sighing, "Alright fine, I believe you…then who? Besides your monkey, I have no other ideas."

There was a whisper of, 'I am not a monkey!' and shushing before Harley spoke again, "Well… J seems to believe that we're either being followed or targeted…or both," Harley braced herself for Pam's screech.

"WHAT?"

Harley grimaced as Pam continued her lecture, "Now that mother fucker has someone after you? Jesus Harley! Why you associate with these people I will never know!"

"It's not his fault, mother, it could be my own fault!" Harley reasoned, "I haven't exactly been best friends with the mob lately…"

"Any leads? Anyone you think would especially target you?" Pam asked.

"No, not that I can recall," Harley brought the phone to her chest. "J, anyone you'd know?"

"Hah…well that's quite a long list," The Joker laughed.

Harley sighed and placed the phone back to her ear, "No Pam, no one that we can think of."

"Hah! Yeah right. Put me on speaker, I want to talk to him," Pam insisted.

Harley glanced at J as if to say, 'You're in for it'.

Harley pressed the side button on her cell phone and Pam's voice spoke aloud to each of them.

"Now listen, buster. You get my friend to a safe place and rack your dumb brains for whoever is targeting you and Harley. I don't want my best friend dead on account of you, asshole. Understand?" Red lectured.

The Joker nodded and Harley giggled at him.

"She can't hear you nod, silly." Harley pointed out.

The Joker smirked at her and said, "Loud and clear general."

"Go be a smartass somewhere else." Pam chastised, "Now, drive Harl home and then think about your enemies. And do not tell me that this was some accident because it wasn't! Houses just don't blow up! So now, Harley, I'm going to go to Selina's and I'll call yah later, 'kay?"

"What about your things at the…house?" Harley asked.

Red laughed. "What house? And besides…is there even anything for me to take?"

Pam took Harley's silence as a no. "Okay well, talk to you later."

Harley sighed, "Bye Pammy. And sorry…again."

Harley's answer was a dial tone.

"So she's pretty pissed huh?" The Joker asked.

"Pretty pissed? Hah, she's furious!" Harley exclaimed. "Now I'm in deep shit because of you."

"Me? I thought we already established that this wasn't my fault!" He argued.

They were standing next to his black SUV in Pam's backyard. He, leaning against the driver's side door and her, glaring at him with her arms crossed.

Receiving no answer, the Joker asked, "Where are your shoes?" He leaned his head to the side in confusion.

Harley looked down and cursed. "Dammit! They were in the house…"

"Now you definitely can't drive," the Joker grinned.

"Fuck you," Harley sighed. She yawned and realized just how tired she was. "Please…just take me home."

She walked over to the passenger side door and got inside the vehicle.

The Joker was left standing there, befuddled. Hopefully his princess didn't think she was being targeted. If anyone, it would be him. And if they were after her, he'd be after them.

Sighing, he stepped into the car. He stuck the keys into ignition and turned them to start the vehicle. The car roared to life and he backed out of the driveway and onto the road leading back into the heart of Gotham City.

A/N: I know it's short, but I have part two in my head so expect another chapter soon. I'm just too lazy to sit here and write the rest out…. (: Forgive me?