Hello all! I know many wanted me to continue with this story, and I apologize for disappearing! I moved and honestly got out of my inspiration for the story. But I was inspired again, at last! Here is a brief part of the story as I get back into the zone of Joker and Harleen. For those interested music really helps get me in the writing zone for these two! Purple Lamborghini by Skrillex, Go (feat. Blood Diamonds) by Grimes, Gangsta by Kehlani, and Blood Sugar by Pendulum are my go to songs while writing this story. Hope you enjoy this delicious little addition. 3

The city of Gotham burning, a stench of death hung in the air while plumes of smoke wrecked the skyline, and yet it was the most beautiful sight he had seen. Gotham in flames, the Bat hung from a noose with a sick smile spread across his cowl. He had done it, finally no man -be it of creature or god- would stop his terror. Screams came from not only the alleys but the homes of Gotham's once finest, as those with his like mind freed themselves from the tyranny of the Batman. It was a dream that the Prince of Gotham experienced on the best of nights, the city in ruin and his mortal enemy's corpse swinging in view.

A shimmer spread out over the image, the Bat no longer drew his wicked gaze, instead he watched in awe as an angel descended from the bellowing smoke. Her hair a golden waterfall, skin pale and lips bitten a luscious red with curves only a woman should have. She was perfection and she saw into his soul, he could feel her knowing and understanding of his desire. He wouldn't let this image go on any longer, screw the grace of her descent, she was his for the taking.

Prince of Gotham's underworld, the Joker, strode past the dead Bat, through the burning flames and caught his beloved as she lowered into his arms. The scene was intoxicating to him, death and destruction all around, while this angel had only eyes for him. Her lips parted slightly, catching her breath as he tightened his grip around her, pulling her as close as their bodies would allow. His rough hand reached to grab the delicate simple dress that garbed her, so silky soft and smooth, it had to go. With a swift pull it ripped away from her body and the lust that overtook him was shortly killed as reality came banging back into his head. "Joker get up, you've got a visitor." The gruff voice of the security guard brought him no happiness, but he did make a note to ensure his death would later.