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By the time he got back home, which was improperly called so, since it was only a temporary hideout in an abandoned block of flats, somewhere in Gotham suburbs, he got welcomed by Harley, who was as happy as a dog, jumping around, tangling her arms around his neck eventually to place small smooches on his cheek as he walked silently straight to the sofa.
"Not quite a bundle of joy today, are you puddin?" The girl placed her hands on her hips, narrowing her eyes at him, as she stood before the sofa he was now sitting on lazily, yet wearing a thoughtful face.
"Not to mention that you left without me!" She pouted, giving him puppy eyes, but he remained silent, his thoughts still elsewhere from her rant.
"Oh, come on.. Answer me already!"
Harley leaned and pressed her palms with a loud slapping sound on his knees, finally meeting his eyes. However she got pushed away immediately after, hitting her back against the coffee table, full of empty paper cups and cigarette leftovers, ending on the floor with a small whine.
"Ohhh, Mr. J.. That hurt.." She frowned with pain, still massaging her lower back, sitting up on her knees now.
"Harley.." He finally spoke, and despite his silent, grave tone, the girl lifted her eyes, nearly sparkling with joy that he finally said something to her.
"Yes, Mr. J?"
"Are you a problem?" He gave her a questioning look.
"I am afraid I don't understand the question, Mr. -…"
But before she was able to finish, she found herself chocked by the other's hand, pulling her up and closer to him, their faces being now only inches apart. The Joker's hoarse breathing was the only thing she was left to hear, since everything around them seemed to be silenced. He kept looking at her thoughtfully, but she started to pull onto his hand, begging only with her look for the release, which made him push her away, slamming her once more against the table.
Harley touched her neck carefully, catching back her breath and following the man with her eyes, as he got up and started pacing the room, looking more tensed with each step he took as if he were to burst into a loud rage any moment, thing which eventually happened.
"I don't know how I've been so blind! You!" He stopped, pointing a finger at her. "You pull me down, Harley!"
"But Mr. J!" She finally protested, still sitting on the floor, with tears already filling her eyes.
"We need! No.. I need." He paused thoughtful. "I need a break! I have a reputation to keep and a bat to annoy!" And after he said it, he loaded back his gun, putting it back at his chest, then stormed out from the room, leaving Harley stare after him with tears rolling down her cheeks and lips parted in shock.
The girl got up on her feet shortly after and rushed to the door, but she heard from outside the roaring engine of his car and realized it was too late, so she hurried to the nearest window and pushed away the dirty curtain, watching the car disappearing into the night.
"What did I do this time?!"
She said to herself, shrugging slightly, then wiped away her tears and threw herself on the sofa he sat on, taking a deep breath of the cologne scent that still lingered around and leaving out a long sigh as she started to play with her hair, looking absently at the window, expecting to hear the car returning, as it usually happened. Whenever they had a fight, the Joker would leave the house to let the waters cool down, before one of them would do something to be sorry for after. However, he was usually back between minutes or not even, since he most of the times reached only the end of the street and returned with a loud brake sound.
This time however not only minutes passed, but hours, and Harley was long asleep when a loud sound made a window breaking, woke her up startled. She peeked around through the darkness, as no light was left on.
"J..?" She asked a bit unsure, knowing that it wasn't really his style to get in through the second floor window. Harley then heard the Joker's men shooting downstairs, but before she reached the door, holding a gun, ready to defend herself while checking what was going on, everything went silent again. She cracked the door open a bit, but got pushed from outside, by a shadow as it seemed at first sight.
"What.. Oh!" She gasped loudly, nearly dropping the gun, then pointing it ahead of her as she stepped behind slowly. "Go away or Mr. J will be mad to find you here, upsetting his dear Harley!"
"Where is he?" Batman spoke on his usual tone, scouting around with his eyes, still approaching the other, catching her as she hit the table, accidentally shooting the ceiling while she nearly fell.
"Oh, Batsy.." She grinned, leaning a bit backwards, as her waist was now being held by his arm. "Nice reflexes.. But you didn't see this one coming!" She snarled and all of a sudden hit him with the back of the gun, managing to release herself and run down the stairs. She could hear Batman already following her by the time she reached the house entrance, stepping over the beaten bodies of the rest, so she rushed outside where she got blinded by the bright lights of a car and got knocked off by it right after.