The rational thing to do would have been to leave Gotham. Go back to The Watchtower and have lunch with Wally, or maybe watch a cheesy movie. But I wasn't feeling very rational right then. I went right back to Arkham. I needed somewhere calm to collect my thoughts. These past two days had easily been the craziest of my life, and Wally and I did some crazy stuff when we were younger. Seeing The Joker again had awoken all the feelings I desperately wanted to suppress. That's probably why I was so hard on him. I was angry he was making me feel this way.

"Oh God," I thought to myself, "There's no way anything is ever going to happen between us after today. I kneed him in the balls. I'm a terrible person."

I was busy listing all the ways I had royally screwed up so I didn't notice a tall, slightly bloody figure sit beside me.

"I thought I might find you here." The figure said. I knew that voice. It was The Joker. After getting over my initial shock I began to be worried about his current state.

"Oh my God what happened?" I asked wishing I had something to clean up the mess. The downside to a tight leather uniform is the lack of pockets.

"Have you forgotten so soon?" He questioned smirking. Oh right. I happened. I put my head in my hands in shame. I looked over at him to apologize but stopped myself. He looked somehow different. This was not the Clown Prince of Crime. This was the man who had been worried about whether or not I had enjoyed kissing him. But the clown wasn't gone. He was still in there. The Joker was as much a part of him as this other man. Perhaps more so, which would explain the rarity of seeing it.

"How'd you escape Batman?" I asked, still transfixed by this new part of him.

"He got distracted by Harley." He said chuckling at something. I raised an eyebrow at him, shocked that she was more than arm candy. "She kissed him."

Then I started laughing too and for a fleeting moment we felt like a normal couple just laughing at some joke.

"I'm surprised you were ok with that." I said, "You seem like you would be very protective of what's yours."

"Oh I am." He replied seriously, "I'm just not sure I consider her mine."

This was by far the most confusing thing to come out of his mouth.

"She seemed to be very much yours earlier." I grumbled remembering the way he had kissed her at City Hall. He didn't say anything for a while.

"Harley and I have a very complicated relationship." He finally responded.

"You seemed to really like kissing her." I muttered. The jealousy I had felt began to resurface. All I could think about was the way he smiled when he pulled away and how it was the exact same look he had given me.

"Not as much as I enjoyed kissing you." He whispered doing just that and then taking my hand. Sitting like this felt so weirdly normal. It made me a little uncomfortable. Being normal with The Joker seemed wrong. But how could I say it was wrong with the way his skin felt against mine?

"Why me?" I mused staring at the slowly darkening sky.

"Well we're very similar when you think about it." He said scooting closer to me, "We're both stuck in relationships we don't want. I could tell you were disappointed when Superman came to your rescue."

He wasn't completely wrong. I wanted to try and explain my complicated feelings for both men but I decided to keep quiet. I didn't want to ruin this perfect moment with talk of my boyfriend. I put my head on his shoulder as the sun was beginning to go down. The awkwardness of doing something normal with The Joker was gone and I began to really enjoy the moment.

"I should be getting back." I said reluctantly, "The team will be wondering where I am."

He nodded sadly, muttering something about Harley being worried and got up. He offered his hand to help me to my feet but I just smirked and got up without his assistance. He smiled a new smile this time. It was pride. He was proud that he had me in his life. I pulled him down for one last kiss and flew away.

Back to The Watchtower.