A/N: I don't own any of the DC Characters. Also, no miming, sorry. This chapter is dedicated to my sister, who is out of town. Thanks for reading my stories!

Chapter 3: Valentine's Day SPECIAL!

Ah, love. We show our love for each other in many ways. Some are extravagant, others are simple, and others are a bit...unique, such as the street juggling celebration.

The Joker and Harley scooped up miniature baubles from the ground and proceeded to juggle. The Joker would grab some baubles and juggle them, while Harley juggled snowballs. Then, they would toss the snow or trinkets to each other, and resume the juggling.

You would think that the passerby would be interested in the sight of two known criminals performing for them, but you would be wrong. The two were in costumes, with baseball caps pulled over their eyes, and thick winter coats. The only indication that they were criminals wouldn't even be noticed by the average passerby. The indication was, as you may have guessed, the Question.

The Question was currently located in a small hotel room, not too far from the happy pair. He had a telescope, several pairs of binoculars, and a rifle filled with tranquilizer darts stacked near him. He nervously fiddled with the rifle. Finally, he set it down and picked up an earpiece.

Gotham City…

Oracle wheeled around her computer room. A small monitor began to beep, and she picked it up.

"Hello?"

"It's the Question. It's an emergency."

Oracle sighed. "Look, Question, you can't keep digging through people's trash in broad daylight. I think someone caught you this time, and-"

The Question took a deep breath. "No, it's not that, Barbara. I think- No, I know that the Joker and Harley Quinn are in my hometown. My hometown. It's unnerving, to say the least. The shock alone made me go temporarily crazy."

Oracle wheeled over to a larger computer and began to type something in. "Okay, I'm checking something. Uh, some gas station exploded near Hub City. There's a chance that it could be them. Some guy's car was stolen near an wrecked building in downtown Gotham. Bruce checked all of the abandoned building for criminal hideouts and put cameras in them, but Harley could have broken them. Oh, this is a weird one. A DVD of some crime show was shoplifted, along with a blanket and some popcorn. The police arrested the person who did it, but it sounded odd enough to have some connection with them."

The Question turned to his telescope. "I'm taking some precautions. I have around-the-clock monitoring and if they try anything, then-"

Oracle cut him off. "No, I don't think that the rifle will be necessary."

A pause from the Question's end. "...How did you know about the rifle?"

Barbara shrugged. "Microcameras. Alfred and Bruce whipped them up a couple of weeks ago."

The Question smacked himself in the forehead. "Blast! I'll be getting to that later. For now, I have to find out what they're doing. So far, they've just been juggling random objects and offering them to random people."

"Do they look like explosives?"

"Just snow and old Christmas tree lights. Still, you never know."

Oracle thought for some time. "Look, Question, do you need some help with this? I can arrange for some help."

The Question shook his head. "No, I can do this. I just need to find out what they're doing. Wait, wait! Something's happening. They- They…They're making balloon animals."

Barbara snickered. "Really? Are they handing those out, too?"

The Question nodded. "Yes. I'm going to go undercover. Question out."

As the Question hurriedly started rummaging through his closet, Barbara wheeled to the kitchen. This could get interesting. Popcorn time.

Hub City…

Harley expertly manipulated a green balloon into a squirrel. "Here ya go!" The teen smiled and walked off with her prize. The Joker gleefully transformed a blue turtle into a monkey. He handed it to the awestruck children.

The Joker turned to Harley. "My dear, this is one of the most relaxing things I've ever done. It's amazing what kinds of things people want out of a balloon. One person wanted a tuba."

Harley nodded. "Yeah, I had some odd requests. A flute, some kind of fax machine, and a camera."

At that moment, a man awkwardly walked up and tapped Harley on the shoulder. "Uh...hello. I am...Quentin Blumderson. I would like to purchase one of your balloon products, so I can inspect it. Can you please make...um….a giraffe?"

Harley nodded. "Sure! They're free, though, so no need for cash. I'm not very good at giraffes, so you'll have to wait for a few minutes."

The Joker turned to Quentin. "So...'sup?"

Quentin turned pale. "Nothing! I'm just asking about balloon animals. That is it."

The Joker shrugged. "I'm just asking. It's Valentine's Day, after all. Any plans?"

Finding out your nefarious plans. Quentin thought. Out loud, he merely said, "Ducks…hunting. I am going duck hunting. 'Tis the season."

Harley handed the giraffe to Quentin. "Enjoy! I added a special surprise."

Instantly, Quentin grabbed the giraffe and scurried away.

The Joker rolled his eyes. "Not even a thank you! Harley, I have had a Valentine's Day surprise planned. Do you want to go?"

Harley shrugged. "Sure! I'm running out of balloon animals, anyway. Sorry, folks!" The small crowd sighed and left, presumably to find other balloon animal makers.

The Joker grinned a grin of delight. "Okay, then! The fiesta shall begin! To the zoo!"

Question's Apartment…

The Question rushed into his appointment and yanked his mask off, only to replace it with a gas mask. He held up a scanner and ran it along the balloon. Nothing suspicious was registered. Quickly, he ran to the kitchen and taped a series of straws together, while attaching a small pin to the , he crouched behind his bed and tentatively punctured the giraffe.

Nothing happened. He waited for a few seconds. Still nothing. Stealthily, he picked up the tattered remains and turned it over, looking for clues. There was only a message, scrawled with a Sharpie, on the inside of the animal. It simply read, "Happy Valentine's Day, Quentin!" The Question facepalmed.

Throughout the day, the Joker and Harley celebrated a lovely February 14th. There was a zoo trip, where they gazed at the hyenas ("Not as well-trained as mine." Harley would later comment. A passerby perked up at that.), a fancy lunch at an Italian restaurant, where the server was very awkward and appeared to be sniffing them, and a trip to the library, where the librarian asked several extremely personal questions on what they were reading. Finally, exhausted but pleased, they went back to the hotel for a good night's sleep.

Back in his hotel, the Question grumpily sat at his desk, rummaging through papers. The whole day had been a complete failure. Harley and the Joker were still free, he had no idea what they were up to, and he used up a perfectly good series of masks. They're hard to make. Slowly, he pulled out the communicator and dialed up Oracle. It was time to bring in the Bat.

Meanwhile, something odd was going on at the edge of the town. Obviously, odd sights could frequently be seen in this world, (A seemingly-flying person in black clothing? Someone carrying a lasso and wearing a tiara? Green energy turning into a monkey? Seriously, am I the only one noticing this?) but this was odder. A series of Christmas lights had sprouted miniature legs and were walking somewhere. If you could get a bird's eye view of the general area, you might be able to notice that they are heading towards Central City. Uh, oh…

Next Time: The Bat.

A/N: The postings of this story may be weekly. It depends on how much I have written, and how far ahead I've planned. PM me for updates!