Harley awoke slowly the next morning, sleepily snuggling into the bed and wondering why it was so comfortable all of the sudden. And she heard birdsong – that was weird. There were definitely no birds near her apartment building – it was all stone and concrete. And then there was the sun shining into the room - that never happened as sun didn't penetrate the courtyard that faced her windows. And she was suddenly aware of the smell of bacon coming from the kitchen, and the music of a radio playing a slow jazzy tune…

She sat up with a start, confused as to where she was and what on earth was going on. And then her memories of last night gradually came back, and she felt herself blushing as she reached for her clothes strewn about the floor. She didn't know what had possessed her, she thought as she dressed. In the cold light of day, she felt like she had acted like a complete tart, jumping into bed with a man she barely knew, and a criminal no less. And while the whole thing had been absolutely incredible, she couldn't help but feel slightly guilty about it.

She left the bedroom and followed the jazz and the sizzling of bacon into the kitchen. There stood the criminal she had met and gone to bed with yesterday, and she felt herself blushing again as she looked at him, remembering last night.

He turned and smiled at her, and her heart leapt again at the most beautiful sight in the world. "Good morning," he said.

"Good…good morning," she stammered.

"How'd you sleep?" he asked, turning the bacon over in the pan.

"Very…uh…soundly," she said. "Your bed's a lot more comfortable than mine. And I guess I was tired out from…from…"

He chuckled. "Now don't go all shy on me, Harley, not after last night," he murmured, kissing her forehead tenderly.

"I just honestly don't know what you must think of me," she said, flushing. "After the way I acted last night, it was just shameful, and I'm not usually like that…"

"You were magnificent," he interrupted. "You should be like that more often."

She grinned at him. "Well, now I remember why I went to bed with you, Mr. Napier," she murmured. "You are a regular charmer."

"Jack," he corrected, planting a gentle kiss on her lips.

"Mmm, Jack," she murmured, kissing him. "But you said that wasn't your real name."

"It's one of my names," he said, shrugging. "It's the one I like my doll to call me in bed."

"Is that what I am?" asked Harley, grinning. "Your doll?"

"You'd better believe it," he said, kissing her again. "Now have a seat – breakfast is almost ready."

"Aw, I'd love to stay for breakfast, Jack, but I'm already late for work…" began Harley.

"My doll doesn't have to go to work," he interrupted. "And she certainly doesn't have to spend her days in some hellhole of a diner being harassed by awful customers. Why, if some creep made a pass at you today, I'd have to do a lot worse than break his fingers for trying to get his hands on my doll."

"What would you do?" asked Harley, grinning.

"Stuff you don't wanna hear about when you're about to have breakfast," he replied with a smile. "Now c'mon, eat up. We got lots to do today."

"Like what?" asked Harley, sitting down at the table as he served the food.

"Well, if you really wanna come watch the heist tonight, we gotta do some shopping," he replied.

"Shopping?" repeated Harley, puzzled.

"Yeah. Can't go on a heist dressed like a waitress," he said.

"I do have other clothes at my apartment," replied Harley. "Not many, but…"

"Anything fancy?" he asked.

"Why would I need fancy clothes to watch a heist?" asked Harley.

"Because I'm taking you out beforehand, and the place we're heading has a dress code," replied Jack. "It's where I meet my associates. Real classy joint. Plus I want them to get a good first impression of my doll. I want you to knock their socks off, just like you've knocked off mine," he added, kissing her.

Harley grinned. "Well, I dunno that I can afford anything too fancy…"

"My doll doesn't spend her own money!" chuckled Jack. "She gets treated by her adoring paramour. He makes sure his doll has all the fancy stuff she could want. That is, if you don't object to stuff being bought for you with dirty money, like you did last night. Although judging by later last night, you don't really object to dirty stuff," he chuckled.

"Jack, stop it!" giggled Harley, hitting him playfully. She popped a slice of bacon into her mouth and sighed. "Oh wow…it's been ages since I had bacon! Meat's so expensive – I can't remember the last time I had it as the main course of a meal."

He kissed her. "Get used to the good life, kiddo," he murmured. "Things only get better from here."

After breakfast, Jack took Harley to a department store and made her pick out a dress. Harley decided on a long, elegant red and black dress that hugged her figure, with a red and black feathered hat, gloves, and boa. Jack raved over the look when she tried it on in the dressing room.

"But something's still missing," he said, studying her. "Aha, I know what it is!" he exclaimed, reaching into his pocket. "My baby's neck is still a little bare."

"Oh…Jack!" gasped Harley, as he opened a box to reveal a huge, sparkling diamond necklace. "I can't…accept that! It's too much!"

He chuckled, coming around behind her and fastening the necklace around her neck. "Actually, I think you'll find it was a steal, baby," he whispered, nuzzling her throat.

Harley touched the necklace, her heart beating in apprehension and excitement at the idea that she was wearing stolen goods. It was so bad and so wrong and she loved it.

"You just look a picture, baby," he said, kissing her. "Like a million bucks! Gonna make a splash at the club tonight for sure!"

"What kinda club is it?" asked Harley.

He chuckled. "It's got music and dancing and…let's just say I keep 'em supplied with their most popular libation."

Harley gaped at him. "You mean it's…it's…a speakeasy?" she whispered, lowering her voice. "And it sells…alcohol?"

"Yeah. Classy joint, like I said," said Jack. "You'll meet all kinds of people there, most of 'em criminals, but most of 'em charming."

"Yes, I know how charming you people can be," she murmured, kissing him.

"You're one now too, baby, don't you forget," he murmured, running a finger down her necklace. "By association."

"Mmm, that's a rather wicked thought, isn't it?" she purred. "And such an exciting one, Jack. Why don't we head home to yours and I can thank you for all this properly?"

"Anything my baby wants!" chuckled Jack. "Can't play around in bed too long, though. We gotta be nice and presentable when I introduce you at Arkham."