It is to laugh[Mistah J]

[Harleen Quinzel]

Harley skipped and twirled as a light drizzle fell from the dark skies. The night was perfect and her old costume fit like a glove. When was the last time that she was in this old thing? She tried to remember, but the Clown Princess couldn't even remember. Oh, that didn't matter, not as long as she found her Puddin'.

She had her two pets with her, Bud and Lou, and they were both flanking her on either side. "Ya smell 'im anywhere, babies?" The two hyena's just cackled and began to sniff around. She had seen on the news that an inmate had escaped, so she just assumed it was her lovely Joker.

Sirens began to moan in the distance. Ambulances. Someone was hurt, that was for sure. There were cop cars a block away, at the asylum. "Hmmm... that ain't good. Bettah hide." Harl began to press up against the wall of the ally and slunk through the shadows. "Oh Puddin'!" She called, hoping that if he heard her, he'd come. But when did that ever work.

The clowness stood still and let out a sharp whistle. Her Babies ran right to her and she smiled. "Now, you go and find Mistah J so we can all go home, alright Babies?" They cackled in reply and ran off, and she hoped that it was in the direction that the Joker was.

[jackz]

He was back – kicking in full force!

By day he was a classical (or probably a little less classical) Chemistry teacher – but by night – he sifted around through the debris of the city and pillaged, and took, and kicked, and bled everything he wanted. By night he was no “Jack Napier” he was himself – he was The Joker.

He skipped in glorious glee as he reveled in his – Him-ness. Appreciating the feel of his purple suit and of the heavy grease paint. Could anyone ever be as funny, as spectacular, as intelligent, maniacal, and as handsome as he?

In reflecting in his own self, he heard the background noise of loud yelping. He looked up into the distance, squinted, and immediately smiled in splendor and held his arms up into the air and began to run. A fated and memorable reunion of his two pets, the hyenas Bud and Lou, were greeted warmly in the arms of their owner who began to speak to them in baby, “Who’re good boys? Who’re good boys!?” He began roughly playing with them, snarling as they snarled back, biting them and teasing them. Having so much fun with his pets, he nearly forgot that there was indeed business afoot in the narrows that needed to be taken care of.

As this dawned on him, he carelessly kicked the hyenas off to the side. They nipped at his feet, but he crudely kicked them in the hind quarters signaling the end of their play time.

Now was the time to be playing with his other little pet. One he had kept waiting and waiting for quite some time now.

He let the hyenas run off to their overbearing and overprotective mother. As he himself slipped into the shadows. He watched as Harley was soon reunited with her pets. Waiting for the look of depressed realization, of confusion, and of hurt. He relished in her exploitation show. In fact it tinged him in such a way, it was indescribable. But these emotions flashed through in a matter of minutes and he slyly snuck behind her and painfully twisted her wrist behind her back, squeezing and twisting her wrist within his purple leather glove. Her body lurched behind her, and he looked down at her.

“Hey honey,” he kissed her cheek, smearing make up on her, he twirled her out of her uncomfortable position till they were both holding hands, and he pulled her into his arms in an embrace, well, more of a fond little pat on the head, “Did ya miss me?”

Without waiting for a reply, seeing as how he already knew the answer, he pulled her off of him once more, and held her shoulders in each of his hands, looked at her up and down, hungry eyes roaming her body and whistled. “Someone’s ready for a night out!” He grinned, utterly enchanted with the fact that she was an eager to wreck havoc with him as he was.

“And poo, I definitely would love to paint the town an ugly color of red with you dressed like THIS, and probably teach you my new French joy-buzzer trick,” he raised his eyebrows twice, signifying something quite devious about his remark, “But,” he played a mock disappointment, “we have other arrangements for tonight.”

[Harleen Quinzel]

Harley Quinn watched the direction her pets had gone in. They hadn't come back right away, was that a good thing? If only it would be a good thing. "They're takin' awfully long," she noted.

When she saw them come running back, almost sulkily, she immediately assumed that they had found nothing. Disappointment and hurt soon flashed through her features only to be replaced with confusion. If they hadn't found him, why did they take as long as they did? Oh it didn't matter, maybe he wasn't here. The girl patted them on the head and just stared. Maybe she'd never find him.

She felt something grip her wrist and twist it behind her back. As pain began to sear through her arm, she felt her back curl behind her and her ice blue eyes close. The first thought that came to the clowness's mind was that a cop was behind her, so she automatically said, "I didn't do it this time! Honest!!" But when she heard a very familiar voice and felt a kiss upon her cheek, she opened them and looked up at an all too familiar face. "Puddin'!" Her big eyes looked up at him in glee.

The girl was delighted to see her Joker and even more delighted to be twisted out of her previous position. When he asked if she missed him, she nodded. "Of course I-" She was cut off when he placed his hands on her shoulders and whistled. She smiled and listened to what he had to say.

The last thing he said caught her attention. "Other arrangements? Like what?" She had disappointment in her own eyes but, unlike the Caliph of Clowns, hers was real.

[jackz]

He grabbed her upper arm roughly, and with quick precise steps he began to bring her along with him to another part of the narrows.

“Ah, ah, ah!” He remarked to Harley’s inquiry. “All good things to those who wait.”

The hyenas continued to bark and yip and snip at their feet. And the noise, completely ruining their sleuthing, irritated him to no end. Frazzled and at wits end, he spun around sharply and stared at the two hyenas, they felt his needle point gaze and immediately began to whimper. They both heeled down to his feet, and he smugly replied “Good boys.”

There was no sense of real conversation as the herd (Harley and the Hyenas) simply followed the leader of the pack (The Joker). There was something in his eye, something moving in the recesses of that tainted and fouled brain. It races from thought to thought in only a matter of minutes, it never fully invests itself into one simple line but transgresses and manipulates into different areas of his inner machinations. He is never planning, but he’s always planning. A harbinger of categorical crisis.

His thoughts varied – and snippets of it only caught itself in glimpses but never truly forgotten. A hundred strings of thought all vying for his undivided attention.

…should’ve left a gift of Lexie, not really any way to show gratitude oh well I could always send him a bunch of pansies…heh…

…it was Night at the Opera you ignorant cretin, what do I have to do? Hit you with a truck – oh wait…

…it would only require the very slightest adjustment of one or two ingredients, a little peppering of adrenaline, a dash more nitrous oxide and what a…

…now you can study Shakespeare and be quite elite and you can charm the critics and have nothin’ to eat…

But these weren’t primary or even tertiary to what he was trying to accomplish at the moment. No – the little voice in his mind kept nagging at him like an annoying little house wife…or girlfriend…or Harley.

He turned to look at her in such horrid anger, confusing his own thoughts for her. He nearly gave her a piece of his mind but suddenly realized that the place they were going to – they have already arrived at.

His green eyes became immediately distracted; he dragged Harley off to the side behind a bushel where his new dark purple pinto lay hidden behind the shrubbery. “Gotta leave the kids off at the pool first.” He let go of Harley’s arm for the moment, leaving a red mark on her, and opened the back door of his car and the Hyenas jumped in. He left the window wide open and kissed each one of them on the head. “Slobering little muts!” He said happily as they panted in equal happiness, unbeknownst to them he had just slighted them.

He then began to whistle as he made his way to the back of the car. He placed his hands on the lid of the trunk ready to open it when he felt a smidge of blood dripping out. He groaned, “So that’s where Bob went…” opening the trunk he pulled out a massive black trash bag, smelling of everything foul on the earth and he threw off into the bushes. He then proceeded to pull out trash bags and a single MAG-7 firearm. Not his favorite weaponry, but, it would do.

Already sensing the bombardment of questions, and the quizzical look in Harley’s puddle colored eyes, he began to speak, “Harley, you trust me don’t you?”

He paused a moment, “I know you do poo.” He packed in his bullets, clicking in the cartridge and feeling the weight in his hand and a smile spread on his lips. He then walked up to his moll and lovingly placed his hand on the small of her back, and slowly began to guide her out away from the car, towards an abandoned industrial section of the Narrows. They stopped in front of a large storage metallic pull door. He turned to her and could feel her insides flutter and her lips pursed together with questions she wanted to ask, but he raised his finger to her lips. “All I need you to do is get inside, and keep this door open” he put his hand to the handle of the metallic grating, and began to pull it up for her, just enough so she could crawl inside. A smell of something hot and burning emanated from within, it seemed empty enough with only a few flickering fluorescent lights, but for the most part it was pitch black.

“When you see the signal, you whistle as loudly as you can, capisce?” He patted her cheek, “I know it’s all very overwhelming for your little brain, just let it soak in.”

[Harleen Quinzel]

She felt him grab her arm and knew that it was best to do nothing but listen to what the Joker said. She should be happy, she had him back in her life. That's not to say that she wasn't happy, she had just forgotten how forceful he could be.

The only real sounds were from her babies and those were soon quieted by the Joker. She let her head twist back just slightly to look at her two pets. Harley had to look forward again so that she knew where they were going.

Being lead was never the funnest thing but it got her from one place to another in no time at all. Her Mr. J was rather quiet and so were her pets, so there was nothing that she could really listen to other than a few sirens.

'Ain't this what ya wanted Harley? You have him... he needs you for something! Be happy!'

Harl sighed but was a little pleased that he let go of her arm, having barely noticed that he was about to lash out on her. Her other hand automatically began to rub the red mark. "Owwie," she whispered, making sure she was quiet about it so that Joker didn't hear it.

After a moment, she looked at the trunk where Joker was opening it. A look of confusion was placed on her face. She watched him pull out trash bag and a gun. Questions began to fill up in her head and she was about to start asking them, but he cut her off with a question about trust. "Well, 'course I trust ya, Mistah J. Why wouldn't I?"

He told her that he knew she did and then began to guide her somewhere. She soon realized that it was a storage type place. She pursed her lips and looked at the pale faced man, but he began to tell her what she needed to do. Harley sighed and nodded her head. She watched him lift the grate and her features became that of repulsion. It wreaked... but she would do anything she was told if the Joker wanted her to do it. After a moment of thinking about exactly what she had to do, she would do it.

Harls nodded her head and got on her hands and knees. Taking in one last deep breath, she began to crawl through and held her breath till she was all the way through. When she was in, she fumbled slightly through the dark till she finally found the door and then opened it.

"Now to wait for the signal... but what's the signal?"

[jackz]

Before he could even answer he question, he was already gone, skipping around the bend of the building and slyly sneaking himself in at the backside of the building. He had to jump on top of a few empty crates, open up a window and nearly tumbled in head first on a bed of nails, but luckily, he stopped himself and was able to maneuver himself in like a silent little cat. As he landed on the floor with a padded thud, he thanked Catwoman in the back of his mind for making her appearances on TV so frequent.

He slowly circled around the perimeter of the room, careful to stay out of sight and out of mind. While letting his eyes absorb the various containers and lay of the land, he finally landed upon the boxes he was looking for.

Boxes of illegal drugs – anything varying from psychedelic shrooms to nearly innocuous marijuana packages were all at his immediate disposable. The Joker had lead them to a drug house, one of the biggest shipping and handling places for various drugs by one of the biggest cartel’s in Gotham. Nothing but the finest cocaine for his hatching plans. Without even flinching he quickly began to open up his garbage bags and stuff as much drugs into them as he could possibly fit in. He even managed to get himself a nifty amount of new science equipment, thanks to the innovated work of crystal meth makers.

Like most big drug operations, it was surrounded by a reasonable amount of guards. The only reason he was able to get in to easily was because, 1) Today was not their biggest shipping/making days and 2) The time of day was late – but not too late to warrant any sudden attacks. Whenever he heard a trudging of people walk by his way or near his vicinity he would stop, reach for his gun, and quietly wait. When they had passed he would resume what he was doing. Of course, his plan wasn’t fool proof. Every now and again a fumbling idiot would spot him, go to figure out what was going on behind those lumbering crates and disappear. Lucky for him, he brought some chloroform and a switchblade – then again he never leaves home without it.

But his sneaking around would not last much longer as Harley’s entrance from the front alerted quick alarm and every available body on the premise came to see who would be so brash as to come in through the front entrance without proper consent.

Sith, the main body guard on duty at the time, came to the front and watched at the petite Harley Quinn came in through the door. He quickly raised a brow in confusion, along with several other men – all carrying various weapons, some guns, some blunt objects, and some fists.

Sith chuckled into his hand, “Excuse me,” the rest of his gang followed suit with chuckling, “are you lost or somethin’?”

[Harleen Quinzel]

Before she completely opened the door, she took off the cap to her outfit. The makeup didn't matter, but her head was getting sort of hot. Harley's eyes suddenly widened in shock as she opened the door almost all the way, then quickly narrowed maliciously. She was in a doorway and nearly surrounded by men with weapons. Did she mention that they were chuckling at her? Of course, she had always been on the attractive side and she was seemingly alone. She didn't know what this signal was going to be, but in the mean time, she had distracting to do, or at least that was what she assumed.

She began to muse pouting and looked around the room in confusion. A sharp scent came to her nostrils. Drugs? What did the Joker need drugs for? This was very odd, even to her. But she had to go with it, for both her own sake and for her Puddin's.

"Excuse me, are you lost or somethin’?”

Lost... lost, she could work with that... maybe. If only she knew when she was supposed to whistle. Oh well. "Oh, I'm sorry? Yes, very lost. I'm sort of new in town and i ain't got a clue where i am." She tried to keep her costume hidden as much as possible. "Can ya tell me where I am by any chance, Mistah?" She let her eyes shift around the room to see if she could spot anything out of the ordinary. 'Hurry up, Puddin'. I ain't got all day ta keep some bird brains pre-occupied.'[/i] she thought. 'And if a single one of them tries ta touch me, they ain't gonna be standin' much longer.'[/i] Of course, no one could hear her thoughts, but it gave her a sense of authority at times like these.

[jackz]

The Joker continued shuffled in handfuls of drugs into each bag. It picked up a piece of meth, he sniffed it, rolled it around between his forefinger and thumb, and then decided to pop it into his mouth and chew on it like rock candy. He swallowed, paused, but shrugged his shoulders. Drugs, toxins, stinks bombs – has little to no effect on him what so ever. Nor did the highs that they might induce elude him or restrict his senses, it was more like a little buzz, and that was all.

Sith on the other hand, was too entranced by the beautiful lost girl in his midst to care about the shuffling clown man in the background. He placed his pistol in his trousers, before walking his way over to her, closing the gap between them but making his presence overbearing and uncomfortable.

“So where were you going little lady?” He rough voice grating to her ears.

[Harleen Quinzel]

Harley's eye twitched lightly as she watched him come closer to her. She rolled her eyes before placing a false smile on her lips. She wished that Joker would hurry up, where ever he was. But while she waited, she let the rest of herself slide from behind the door. Let him see how she was dressed, maybe he'd know who she was. And if not, it would be a little fun for her to teach him.

“So where were you going little lady?”

Harley giggled softly. "Wouldn't you like to know. I guess I can tell ya." She winked at him. "I was just tryin' ta find my hotel. Crazy boyfriend dropped me off and told me to find my own way. Can ya believe the nerve of him?" She gulped softly. 'Puddin', if ya hear me sayin' this, i don't mean none of it! I just hope he knows that.'

[jackz]

The Joker smirked when he heard Harley.

Funny thing was, he had actually done that to her. He shuffled in some last pieces of drug paraphernalia and calmly watched as the scene unfolded itself before him. Of course he could call off the situation, initiate the secret signal, but – he was a little tired and kinda wanted to watch something reminiscent of TV.

Sith pushed himself even closer, clearly brushing himself up against her. “Really now?” He smiled his golden tooth visible. “Perhaps you’re in need of a real man, eh?” Some of his cohorts hooted with laughter, all except one, seemed to be a little on the edge. Unable to consent to the enthusiastic cloud of his comrades he blurted out –

“Hey, ain’t that the Joker’s girl?”

The festivities were immediately halted, as they realized the red and black costume, the clownish mane, and her liliripes in her hands. Sith stepped back – and pulled his magnum from his waist band. “The Joker’s girl?” His demeanor hardened. Everyone in Gotham knew not to mess with the Joker’s girl, she was always bad news – even without her boyfriend tagging along with her.

“What did he send you here for, huh?” Sith threateningly waved his gun around in front of her.

“What does that sonuvabitch wanna say? Ain’t he got the balls to come up to me?” He pushed the barrel of his gun in front of Harley’s face. Ready to blow her away at a moment’s notice, till a flash of light and a high pitched ZING! flew by and sliced the gun from his hand. A razor blade Joker card was stuck into the wall now and The Joker’s booming voice was heard from all four walls. All the men began to look out into the abyss of darkness, pointing their weapons out and ready to attack at any movement.

“Didn’t your mothers ever teacher you to never point a gun at a girl?” A slow rumbling of demonic giggling was heard as he stepped out from the shadows, his white makeup more ghastly and ghostly then ever, his red painted lips and scars more sinister and crisp, and his green hair, a mark of death.

“Someone needs to teach you boys a lesson in proper manners!” He pulled out his piece, and without warning began to blare out pellets of gunfire onto the crowd, mercilessly damaging the products, the shelter, and hitting a few of the men. Those lucky enough were able to hide under cover as he reigned down on them with bullets, and when his finger finally relaxed on the trigger he shouted out, “HARLLLLLEEEYYY!!!” A clear signifier of the covenant they had created earlier. And as he waited for her to complete her task he quickly turned around, back into the darkness, the other member, still willing and able to attack either started shuffling their cartridges in or were getting up to clobber the Joker half way to hell.

The Joker began to drag out his bags of drugs, holding his gun in his mouth while using his both hands to hold the bags.

“That stupid bitch shot me!” Sith grabbed onto his bleeding shoulder, “Fuckin’ piece of shit! I’ll kill him!” He raised his magnum up at the clown, shooting a few bullets, but missed as the Joker hid behind his stash.

“JUST INCASE YOU DIDN’T KNOW HARLS! THAT WAS YOUR CUE!” He angrily shouted over the beret of bullets.

[Harleen Quinzel]

A look of pure disgust was plastered on her face, but she leaned in just a bit so she could whisper something in his ear. "If I were you, I'd get yer filthy paws off of my. My man is a real man, and he won't appreciate ya touchin' me." After that was all said, she pulled away.

Harley smiled when someone said “Hey, ain’t that the Joker’s girl?” "Bingo baby. But i got a name ya know." She giggled as the man who had only moments ago tried to get with her waved a gun in her face. These types were so predictable. "Look, even if i knew why Puddin' sent me, ya think i'd tell you? Besides, a clown neveh tells their secrets... or is that a magician?" As she pondered this, she ducked down. ZING!!! Boy that was a close one.

Harley stood straight up again and smiled. "Oh goody! Now why the hell are we here?" she asked, shouting.

After a second, she sighed and just watched, ducking whenever something came towards her and happy that no one went after her.

“HARLLLLLEEEYYY!!!"

Could that be the sign? Nah, he wouldn't make it that obvious. She may be stupid, but she wasn't that stupid. Was she?

Hearing Sith start yelling and shooting at the Joker angered her to no end, but then her love screamed something at her. So the 'HARLEY!' scream was the cue. "Oh, I gotcha!"

Harley took off her right hand glove, put her thumb and forefinger together, and put them in her mouth. She whistled. It was loud and high pitched and nearly ear shattering. She whistled for as long as she could before her breathe was gone. Panting, she opened the door wide and held it that way. "I dunno what that was for, but it betteh work, Puddin'!"

[jackz]

The hyenas back at the car wagged their tails ferociously as the heard the loud whistle from the storage area. Howling and yipping they jumped out from the open window of the pinto and began racing each other to the drug house. It was only a matter of minutes before they arrived and The Joker immediately pointed at the vicious goons ready to pounce and shouted, “Suppers Ready Boys!” And the two hyenas jumped up on each and every able bodied bad guy as they ripped their sharp teeth into their flesh, Sith got the worst of the attack, having his nose clearly bitten off his face.

Not wasting any time, the Joker made his way through, with is trash bags, the debris of fallen bodies that the hyenas gleefully chomped on, growling on, and chewed on.

About one or two of them were left standing now, but the Joker dealt with them humanely, putting a bullet into each and one of their heads.

“Think fast!” He threw the bags of drugs in Harley’s direction. “Oh, by the by, careful of those needles.” He saw a few prick her fingers as she caught them in her hands, and was now forced to carry them to the car.

He smiled at her warmly as he watched her struggle with the massive amounts of piled up drugs and held the keys to the pinto out to her. “Here ya go sugar,” jingling the car keys in front of her, a few key chains dangling, one reading “I went to Arkham and all I got was this lousy Key Chain” and “I’m not arrogant, I’m just a whole lot better than you” - he squeezed the keys between her hand and the garbage bag. “Wait for me in the car.” He looked back at the hyenas, as they tore open the throat of a man who was begging for a mercy. “I have some business to attend to.”

He looked at Sith, writhing around in his own pain, and once he made sure Harley left he towered over the noseless and cowering figure. And relished the fact that the big guy with the magnum flinched in his shadow. He held his bitten arms in front of his face, the large cave in his nose bleeding profusely and all over the place. “Stay the fuck away from me you sick freak!” He pushed himself up against a crate – tears streaming down his face, words so tough – but inside, he was broken, ruined, and it was only a matter of time before he begged for his pathetic little mortal life.

“Now is that any way to treat the person who you’re going to help?” He fiddled with the switchblade in his pocket and from his other pocket pulled out a piece of paper.

“I’m not fu-fuckin’ helpin’ you! You shit!” He continued to squirm around in the corner as the Joker took quiet and slow steps towards him. Holding out his piece of paper and then pulling out his knife he exclaimed, “Oh but Sith! You most certainly are!” He kneeled beside him, and Sith began to tremble with uncontrollable fear.

“I know, that you know, that I know you know all the good boys down at GCPD – who let you go around and do –“ he looked around the storage room, “you’re little science experiments, and I just need you to write down – each and every single one of their names.” He held out the piece of paper towards Sith and he flinched like a abused animal to it’s trainer. He held a hand to his bleeding face, crying uncontrollably and unable to coherently reply to the Joker’s demands.

Becoming impatient he huffed, “There’s no use crying over sliced off noses,” he grabbed his hand from him and heard him scream out and pulled it towards the paper. “I kinda need those names today buddy. My girlfriend’s waiting for me and she’s definitely not as patient as I am.”

Sith only shook and bled and cried and gurgled from under his other hand. The Joker grabbed at his hand that was on the paper, “Silly me, I forgot to bring the pen”, immediately his sliced open his finger and Sith screamed out in pain. “Now – WRITE.” Taking a few moments to breath in ragged intakes of air, he slowly and shakingly began to write down names. After about accumulating 5-7 of them, the Joker grabbed the piece of paper, looked it over and nodded approvingly. He folded it up delicately and placed it into his inner pocket and patted it securely.

“Ya did good Sith, real good.” He rose himself off the floor, wiped some dust off his pants and began to walk away.

“S-st,” The blubbering piece of flesh began to call out to him, stretching out his bleeding hand to him. “Please!”

The Joker stopped, paused for a brief moment and smiled, “Of course! I knew I forgot something!” He looked over his shoulder, and sinisterly replied, “Your just desserts…” He whistled and immediately the hyenas scampered over to the only living thing left on the floor. Immediately they made quick work on him, mulching the rest of his face down into edible dog food one bite at a time. He screamed, a horrible blood curdling sound, so profound that it would send a shiver up any sane person’s mind. Fortunately for the Joker, it only sent a warm fuzzy feeling into his heart that at least he wouldn’t have to be paying for the hyena’s food tonight.

[Harleen Quinzel]

She watched Bud and Lou run through the door. Now why hadn't she realized that at first. Of course the two hyena's would come if they heard her whistle. She couldn't say the same about if the Joker would have whistled. None the less, she got in front of the door, letting it stay open but not exactly hiding behind it any more. The words think fast came seconds before the bags and she was happy now more than ever that her 'girlfriend' had forced her to get that shot that had enhanced her body.

She caught the bags but felt pinching in her hand. “Oh, by the by, careful of those needles.” Harley's eye twitched slightly. The two things she hated most and one of them was pricking her hand at the moment.

"Thanks fer tha warnin'," she grumbled as her legs began to buckle. She was strong, but this was too much. Oh well, it was for her Joker. And after he put the keys in between her and the bags she smiled at him. It was a struggled effort but she tried her best at least. "Sure thing boss."

Harley walked, well struggled to walk, to the pinto. It took her a bit of time, but she did finally make it to the car. Now to get the keys. Hmm, should she put this stuff in the trunk? Sure, better than in the back seat.

She fumbled, leaned up against the car, did everything she could do until finally she had the keys in her mouth. The girl then got the keys into her hands with ease soon after and unlocked the trunk. This was harder than she thought it would be.

Harley sighed as she got into the drivers seat of the pinto. She just assumed that she would be driving. She normally did, why would this time be any different. She started the car and turned on the radio very softly as she waited for the Joker and her Babies to get back to the car so that they could leave.

[jackz]

The Joker began walking out of the drug house, his back straight and tall, his posture, his stride, and even his metaphysical air all just pooled out a ray of confidence and smugness. His smile and etched out scars across his face could not reveal a more content look of self-satisfaction. He was absolutely pleased with himself and his exploits.

The hyenas followed suit, their muzzles covered in blood and flecks of human flesh, and they smacked their lips to savor the taste. Their tails wagged in happiness, there bellies were full and their caretaker was only a few yards away.

It was a very fulfilling and productive evening.

And as the clown got closer to his car he smiled at waved at Harley from a distance, and the hyenas yipped and barked in excitement as they caught scent of their mother near by. They immediately began to run over to the car and jump up at the driver’s window, licking and nibbling at the Maid of Mischief. Their breath was putrid of curdling blood and flesh, and their blood caked paws and fur got all over her costume.

“It feels great to be alive!” The Joker had finally caught up with the hyenas and he pulled the dogs away from the front door and began to hustle them into the back seat, but stopped himself when he realized that their fur was covered in blood.

“Stinkin’ mutts!” He groaned frustratingly. His big night out and he had to worry about the leftovers.

He paced back and forth for a few moments before asking Harley, “Be a doll flapjack,” he continued to pace back and forth without even looking at her, “take your clothes off.”

[Harleen Quinzel]

Harley took off her other glove and began to examine her hand. There were small pricks of blood here and there where the needles had nipped her skin. It didn't hurt, but it sure did feel uncomfortable. Her arms felt the same way as well as her chest. How did she not notice the fact that the needles had punctured more than just her hands? "Note to self: Send Pammie a nice thank ya card," she whispered. It was the second time that night that being forced into that shot had helped her.

The clowness sighed as she looked in the side view mirror and saw the Joker wave at her. She nearly swooned. They had pulled off another great heist and it was very satisfying to know that she had been a seemingly integral part of the whole plan. She turned her head slightly, smiled, and was about to wave back when her babies began to jump up at the drivers side window. Harley could care less about the blood and such that was on their snouts. She pet them and let them lick her face and gave them all the attention they wanted. She barely noticed that they had gotten blood all over her clothes.

“It feels great to be alive!”

Harley smiled and nodded in agreement. "You said it, Boss." She felt more alive than she had ever since she started teaching at South High. As he tried to get the hyena's in the back seat, she examined her clothes a bit more closely. There was dry blood here and there and some still wet blood all over the parts where Bud and Lou had been pawing.

She barely noticed when the Joker had stopped. At least until he began to talk to her directly. Harl tilted her head slightly. Her clothes? Did that include underwear? She hoped not. This was too public for her to want to go anywhere completely naked. Sighing, she took a step out of the car and shimmied out of the bloody costume, left only in her black and red silk underwear and bra.

Harley felt a little exposed and uncomfortable with being anywhere with this little clothes on. Now if they were at the Ha-Hacienda, it would be different. There were small blood spots on her exposed skin. Draping her costume over her arm, she crossed her arms over her chest. "Can we leave now? I'm very tired Mistah J."