Ha Ha Hacienda

[Harley Quinn]

Harley was waiting up late for her Mistah J to come home. She laid sprawled across the bed, reading a magazine, humming an upbeat song. She checked the clock every 15 seconds or so, and eventually rolled onto her stomach. She had been waiting for hours, and she always worried when he was late.

She threw her magazine into the air and did a backflip off of the bed. She began to walk around, cleaning the place up and organizing the gag weapons. She even separated the nitro glycerin and the toothpaste like she'd been meaning to do.

After staring at the clock for about 5 minutes, she let out a loud groan and hung limply off the side of the bed. "PUDDIN? WHERE ARE YA?" she shouted, flailing in irritation.

[The Joker]

The door to the place was kicked open and the Joker stormed inside, throwing his very burnt and tattered overcoat over a nearby chair, which promptly fell over.
The pair's pet hyenas, awoke and yipped at their master, hoping toward him and giggling at him.
"Bud....Lou......" Joker said through gritted teeth, "....NOT NOW!"
He swiftly kicked them both away and they whimpered and bounded to where Harley was situated in the next room.
Joker growled and muttered to himself as he slumped down on the large, jester-like throne at the far end of the room. He idly looked down the barrel of his elongated pistol just to check for.....ohhhh, a stray bullet maybe to put him out of his momentary misery.

[Harley Quinn]

Harley perked up immediately and looked toward the door. As Bud and Lou came retreating to her, she leaped over them and cartwheeled out the door. When she saw the Joker, she held her arms above her head. "PUDDIN!" she shouted. She ran over to him and hugged him, leaning over the arm of the throne. "I missed you!"

[The Joker]

The Joker had dropped his pistol to Harley's embrace but his face remained stoic. He began to growl deep in the back of his throat because it was quite evident he was in no mood.
Which, naturally, Harley would not pick up on.
"Darling.....baby....punkin' pie.....I'm not much in the snuggly-wuggly mood tonight, I fear. So if you don't release me in the next two seconds I'm afraid I'll just have to bash your face in."
He was quite serious on this point.
The night had been nothing but an utter wreck. Not to mention the hyenas were not exactly his favorite things in the world, but if his snookums insisted on keeping them....

[Harley Quinn]

Harley saw the look on his face and her smile disappeared. She stayed frozen for a moment before withdrawing her arms quickly. "B-But ... Puddin'..." she said, her voice wavering a little. She always got a little nervous when he was in these moods. It never ended well for anyone. Except sometimes him.
She knelt next to his legs and looked up at him, wondering what could possibly be wrong. "What happened? You were in such a good mood when that box of whoopee cushions came by!"

[The Joker]

"Ohhhhhh that I was, my little tatertot," the Joker replied as he folded his hands across his lap and stared off into space, "But when one is foiled in a caper by the POLICE DEPARTMENT OF THIS DAMNED CITY.......one becomes somewhat annoyed. You follow? Everything was aaaaaaall set! All of it! Perfection! But noooooo, seems one of the boys got cold feet. Now they all have cold feet. Well, cold everything."
He permitted himself a chuckle and a smirk, though brief. He crossed his leg over the other, kicking Harley in the head in the process as if he didn't realize she was even there.
The Joker was still highly unamused by the evening's festivities.

[Harley Quinn]

Harley squacked and fell over backward. She fell, sprawled out on the floor, grasping the area of her jaw that was injured. But she knew he wouldn't do that on purpose. Not her puddin'.
She propped herself up and looked up at him, trying to think of the best way to make him smile again. She absolutely hated seeing him like this. Her lip puffed out in a pout as she thought.
She crawled over to him and ran her hand up his leg, resting her chin on his knee. "Mistah J, let me help you make some smiles," she purred. She looked up at him through hooded eyes and smiled. Normally, he would only refuse if he was in a REALLY sour mood. And if that was the case, then very few things would cheer him up.

[The Joker]

Considering this for a moment, the Joker looked down at his little Harley Quinn and smiled wide, giggling a bit as he held her chin gently.
"My dear little Harley Quinn," he chuckled, "You always know how to put a smile back on my face."
He patted her head like he would a child and slowly stood, straightening his suit out.
"May want to put the boys outside, then." he grinned, "It's bound to get a little noisy."

[Harley Quinn]

Harley squealed happily and leapt up. She scurried around trying to get Bud and Lou to go outside. She went and plopped down on the bed before her eyes widened and she hopped up again.
"Gimme one second, puddin!" she shouted, running into the closet. She grabbed a tiny piece of red and black something or other before running into the bathroom.
She did up her hair and put some makeup on before changing into her red and black bustier with matching underwear and garter belt. She pulled on one red and one black thigh high stocking, as well as her thigh high boots she'd been wearing more often.
Once she had decided she looked good enough for her Mistah J, she opened the door again and posed on the bed.

[The Joker]

By the time the Joker sauntered to the bedroom, his tailcoat was missing and his waistcoat undone. The shirt beneath was also unbuttoned and his necktie untied. He leaned his thin frame against the doorway and winked at his little Harley Quinn.
Sure, she was a bit of a stooge sometimes. Certainly reckless to the point of recklessness. Definitely a bit of a spaz.
And he loved that in a woman. Or...what passed for love from the Joker.
Chuckling, the Joker moved closer to Harley, tossing his various garments still on his person carelessly but coolly aside as he did so.
"You aaaallllways know just how to put a smile on my face, Harley girl." he purred as he ran a hand down the side of her cheek, the chuckle still escaping his throat.