Night fell over Gotham, cloaking it in a dark, mysterious haze. Harley had been occupying herself with various crimes since her puddin' ordered her out, but now night had fallen, she assumed that he must be finished with their hostage by this late hour.
Hopefully, when she came home, Leila would be dead.
Harley flung open her puddin's bedroom door, bursting into the room like a bullet from her gun.
"Puddin', I -"
The sight before her stopped her right in her tracks. Everything was practically normal: the silent room, the only light being a single strand of moonlight from the bedroom window... But tonight, it had been spoilt. The silence was interrupted by the sound of heavy breathing. The moonlight cast on the bed, as usual, but instead of exposing just one person, it exposed two.
Leila and the Joker lay intertwined in his bed: covers thrown aside, along with the couples' clothes. Leila's ivory skin was bare. Her body was flawless: her skin completely smooth, glitteringly faintly in the pale moonlight. For the first time, her breasts were completely exposed - the soft, rose-tipped cups perfectly silhouetted in the night. Harley noted that her puddin' was also naked: his morning wood already beginning to show. He murmured something unintelligible, stirring in his sleep, and casually slung an arm over Leila's back, holding her to him protectively.
Harley gasped, clasped her tiny hands over her mouth and eyes, then fled from the room in fits of furious tears.