The blood on her shirt was beginning to feel sticky and cold. It clung to her skin uncomfortably as she waited patiently in Jonathan's apartment. He had created a few samples of laughing gas and he was discussing with Joker what he should do with them. Joker had told Harley to be quiet and look cute. She did her best.

"You'll need some test subjects. I'm not exactly sure how the gas works just yet," Jonathan explained.

"Oh don't worry Jonny, I've got that all taken care of," Joker replied.

He had changed back into a vest and blueish-purple collared shirt. Harley was a little disappointed, she thought the nurse outfit had been endearing.

"Really?" he was surprised the clown had thought that far ahead.

"Yep," he nodded, "We're gonna try it out at the Gotham City Police Station,"

Jonathan was unimpressed again, "That won't work at all," he sighed.

"Why not? It's my laughing gas I can do what I want with it," he shrugged.

"Yes, but you don't seem to understand Joker. I have no idea what effect this toxin will have on an individual,"

"Makes it even more fun," he smiled.

Jonathan and Joker would make a pretty deadly team, if it weren't for their extreme differences on planning things. Joker's no rules, just let things happen, anarchist attitude really bothered Jonathan. He was even a bit over the top for Scarecrow.

"Besides," Joker continued, "Any result is going to be bad for the victim sooo what does it matter. As long as they die and they laugh a little, I'll be happy,"

"But that's just it," he said exasperated, "I don't know what it will do. The may just die, no laughing. Or they'll laugh some and not die. They could be delirious, in pain, unconscious..."

"Blah, blah, blah, I get it. Honestly Jonny I can handle any of their reactions to this stuff,"

"Really. Okay. Well they are cops with guns, just what will you do if they get aggressive?" asked Jonathan.

Harley gasped in the background.

Joker smirked at her then at Jonathan, "Makes it more interesting doesn't it,"

He rolled his eyes in response, his fear of the clown was now being overwhelmed by his frustration, "Fine, do what you want with it but I have to be there so I can record the results,"

"Why?" Joker cocked his head to the side like a confused puppy.

"Obviously I'll need some information on the results so that I know how to perfect it. Even though it will mean risking our lives," he sighed, "When do we leave?"

"I don't know, I'll get back to ya on that,"

"Right cause God forbid you plan anything," Scarecrow mumbled out loud.

Whether Joker did not hear him or had simply ignored him Jonathan was glad, he had to be more careful. Now that he had been out of Arkham for a while, with no medication, he could feel himself slipping back into old habits. He glanced towards Harley who sat silently on the couch beside them. He eyed the stitches knotting in an out of her skin, exposed by her immodest clothing.

"Must have been some party last night," he said addressing her for the first time she came in.

"Whatdya mean Jonny?" she asked in a usual perky tone before gasping and covering her mouth, "I ain't supposed ta talk. I'm sorry Mistah J,"

"It's okay Harley-kins," Joker settled on the couch beside her, "You've been good. You can talk now,"

She smiled broadly in response to his praise and looked back at "Jonny", "What was I talkin' about?"

"The stitches," Jonathan Crane answered trying to ignore Joker who suddenly couldn't keep his hands off of Harley. Even though he had acted as though she didn't exist a moment ago.

He wondered if the clown felt at all threatened by him and had to subconsciously prove to Jonathan and himself that Harley was his. That or Joker was an attention whore and didn't like the fact that no one was talking to him. He decided it was the second one, he could see that from the Joker, definitely.

"Oh that's right, um these ain't from the party," she explained.

"Then where are they from?" he continued questioning knowing full well.

Joker. Why was she even acting as though she wanted to hide it? It was not so much that Jonathan cared about her safety and well-being, he just wanted to be right. To prove the obvious; the Joker was bad boyfriend material. Though he wasn't sure why he felt such contempt towards the clown right now. He guessed he was just that annoyed with him, after all his obnoxious behavior was becoming a bit to much. By now he was as close to Harley as he could get without sitting on her lap. One hand wrapped tightly around the former doctor's waist, the other caressing the cuts he'd made on her arm.

"Well uh, ya know," she laughed nervously, "Mistah J likes ta play rough,"

Mr. J kissed her on the cheek leaving a bright red lipstick stain. He smiled smugly at Jonathan, pleased by his girl's answer. He knew he had her now, hopelessly in love. So much so that she would never betray him. Harley didn't care how she was treated, just as long as she was with him.

"C'mon Harley, we'd better go," Joker finally said, taking her hand in his.

Her heart fluttered at the gentle gesture, "Buh bye Jonny," she waved as she and Mr. J left the apartment.

As they walked down the hall towards their own apartment they met an employee. The dark-haired henchman was a former Arkham inmate. One of the more mentally stable men of the group, but still he was out of an insane asylum. Joker was not quite sure what was wrong with him, occasional he saw him muttering to himself but nothing major. So he had trusted him to deliver the police officer's body.

"Ace the second," Joker greeted.

He looked up from the floor he had been intently staring at, "Hey boss,"

"Did our uh, little gift to the Gotham PD make it to its destination?"

"Yes sir," Ace (the second) nodded his head eagerly, "I put a bow and a card on him. Just like you said,"

After rewarding the henchman with a job well done, the couple continued and went into their room.

"Bet Gordon will be surprised ta see that on the doorstep," Harley said as she closed the door behind them.

"I know," Joker laughed, "I just wish I could see the look on his face,"

"Even if ya were there it be hard ta see puddin'. What with that mustache of his covering up most of his facial expressions," she wiggled her finger in front of her mouth, imitating Gordon's facial hair.

They both burst into a fit of laughter and collapsed on the couch. Harley giggled until her sides hurt, she layed her head on Mr. J's lap. He idoly ran a finger across her side and up the curve of her hips and back again.

"Sorry I didn't give you a turn playing doctor," he finally said.

"That's okay. I preferred ta watch puddin'," Harley replied, she didn't think she could have helped with the surgery anyway, even if her Mr. J wanted her to.

She still felt squeamish over what she had seen, yet it didn't bother her that Mr. J was the one performing the "operation".

"Really? I should have taken his blindfold off, would have been a better show," Joker sighed.

"Why's that?"

"Have you ever seeen what a person looks like just before they die?" he asked.

"Sure Mistah J," she had seen quite a few death's since she met the Joker.

"But were you reeeally looking. Hm? Cause ya see...," his tongue darted in and out of his mouth, subconsciously licking his scars, "It's one thing to see a person get killed... it's another to waatch someone die,"

Harley was confused now, she rolled onto her back to look up at him, "Whatdya mean by that?"

"It's a look in their eyes," he talked with his hands, "It's hard to ex-plain, buuut when someone realizes that in a moment they'll no longer exiiist... you can see it. You can see all the uh, the hope in them juuust go away," he explained.

"I've never noticed that," she responded solemnly.

Joker smiled, "I'm sure you'll get your chance," he lightly touched the stitches on her thighs, "Have you ever felt that way?"

"Like I was gonna die?"

"No, no, like you kneew you were gonna die," he corrected her.

"No," Harley said quietly, just above a whisper.

Joker nodded, "I'm sure you'll get your chance,"

Lemme know if there's any grammar mistakes, my sis proof read while in an online class and doesn't know if she missed anything. I proof read to but... well... if you knew me you'd understand why there may still be mistakes. *thinks about how hot Johnny Depp is* That is any example of me trying to focus and thinking of something else entirely.

I had said there was gonna be more Joker/Harley scenes in this chapter and I lied a little. I had planned on more but when I wrote that last sentence I was like woah, I gotta end the chapter on that sentence. I just love writing scenes like this one though. When Joker gets into these deep, morbid conversations about death and things like that. :D

I'm really excited about the way the Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow character is going. Expect some cool scenes with him in the near future!

Anyway this is random, but I found this funny Dark Knight video: http:// www. newgrounds .com/portal/view/468487 . (just delete the spaces fanfiction makes me put em' in) It's kinda weird but I have a weird sense of humor. I've watched it like everyday since I found it, it's crazy. Whoever can animate stuff like this is a freakin' genius.