BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP

Harley rolled over to shut off her alarm clock. As she was waking up her mind was suddenly flooded with memories of the night before. It brought a smile to her face.

"Good morning Puddin'. Sorry if the alarm woke..." turning around she was met with an empty bed.

Confused, she looked around the room. Where did he go?

"Mistah J you out there?"
No response.

Getting out of bed Harley put her bathrobe on and walked through the rooms of her apartment looking for the Joker.

"Puddin'?" she called out.

No response.

This wasn't right. He wouldn't just leave; not after everything they shared last night.

But upon looking further around the house she saw no evidence of him being there at all.

Was it just an elaborate dream? No, it couldn't be, everything was all too real.

"Joker this isn't funny anymore, where the hell are you?" she screamed out.

She was met with silence.

Before she knew it she was crying again; she was so confused. What happened last night felt too real, too right, to have been nothing but a dream. But there was nothing to prove to her that it wasn't. She didn't know what to believe. Had her obsession with the Joker really led her to this, to making up a romance with him where he 'freed' her? Nothing was making sense; her head felt like it was going to explode. If this wasn't enough to make her think she was in fact insane she didn't know what was. She was so crazy that her mind made the whole night up. This was more than just a normal sex dream; she convinced herself it was all real, that Joker felt love for her the way she did him.

How would she be able to face him again? He's see right through her; he would never let her live this down, but she couldn't quit. Not just like that, he needed her!

"Oh god, what am I going to do? What the hell is going on?"

Her mind had to be playing tricks on her. There was no way to know if it was real or not; being so overwhelmed she was now crying hysterically. Wanting nothing more than for the world to open up and swallow her whole she ran back to her bed and buried herself under the covers.

Joker stood outside her window once again, watching. She had been so easy to manipulate. He almost felt bad about putting her through this, but it was necessary. There had to be no doubt that she was worth his time. He had to be sure she was so far gone she would do anything to please him.

And so he watched as she cried out loud for him and waited for the perfect moment to show himself again.

After hours of sitting in her bed muttering to herself trying to figure out exactly what had happened to her Harley fell asleep. Joker was present in her dream again, only this time laughing at her.

"Oh Harley girl, you really are something. Why would I ever want you? What could you possibly have to offer me?"

"Stop it, stop saying that! NO!" Harley woke up screaming.

A noise to her left made her sit up straight. Looking over she was eye to eye with the Joker.

Being so overcome with emotion she started laughing; not a quiet laugh but full on hysterics.

Joker cocked his head to the side watching her, but didn't say anything.

"When is this dream going to end? What's the point of it all? Is it to prove that I really am crazy; fine I'll admit it, I never did feel like I belonged in the same society as everyone else. I'll admit I might have fallen in love with the Joker through our sessions; he's been the only one to see my internal struggle and not try to mask it as something else. Now please, can I just have a dreamless sleep and wake up tomorrow with everything normal? Please."

Joker took his hand and placed in softly on her cheek.

"My dear, what if this wasn't all a dream, but your dreams come true? Everything you ever wanted playing out exactly how you imagined. Would that be such a bad thing?"

"Nothing is making sense Mistah J. Everything's happening so fast, how am I supposed to believe this is real?"

"Just let go."

"What?"

"Think of it like this sweetheart, if it is a dream it's a good one right? So just let it play out and see where it goes. And if it turns out that it's all real then it's just better for you in the long run isn't it? This, right here Harley is your road to freedom. Don't worry about labeling it as anything other than your true happiness."

Harley began crying again, but she wasn't sure if they were happy tears or not. He was right as always. She would not let her own mind play tricks on her. Real or not this is what she wanted and she was going to embrace it fully.

"Promise you won't leave me again?" she asked looking him in the eyes.

"Oh my pet, how could I? You've already proven to be so entertaining for me."

"Is that a yes?"
Joker leaned over and kissed her.

He then reached over the side of the bed, pulled out a rose and a big heart shaped box of chocolates, and handed them to her.

"Happy Valentine's Day Harley."

In that moment, everything made sense. Everything was real, and Harley for once felt truly happy.