The motorbike ride back to the apartment was spent with Harley leaning her chin against her Puddin's shoulder, her eyes shut sleepily while she had two bottles of Grape Soda tucked between her thighs and the other two beneath her arm. At this rate, their date on the bearskin rug wouldn't be happening. It had been a long, eventful evening and already, Harley felt exhausted. She tightened her free arm around his waist instinctively when the Joker took a sudden swift turn, leaning closer into his back as the wind continued to roar in her ears, making them ache.

She was just bringing up her hand to stifle down a yawn, when her Puddin's voice brought her to attention; His voice deep and sonorous with excitement. "Ooh, baby. Look who's come to join the party at last."

The words were enough to rouse her out of her content sleepiness. Harley opened her eyes, blinking heavily against the blasts of wind lashing and smarting her eyes. She didn't even need to look far to see who it was her Puddin' was referring to. She groaned inwardly when she caught the shadowed figure scaling the building to the left of them, hanging on a wire. Damn it, stupid Batsy. Always showing up at the most inconvenient times. Harley just wanted to get home.

His black cape billowed behind him as he swung directly to the side of them, keeping them in his sights, following them. It was time to shake Batsy up.

"Typical of silly Batsy," she yelled over the wind, her voice high-pitched with irritation. "He has to come now and spoil our honeymoon night, doesn't he?"

Instinctively, Harley reached down, sneaking her arm through the flap of her Puddin's jacket to where he usually kept his favorite gun. Grasping it, she yanked it out of the holster, a laugh catching in her throat. Raising it to where Batsy hovered, flying after them, as if he were a monkey swinging on a vine, Harley pressed down on the trigger, firing shots at random. She could hardly bring herself to care whether she actually fatally shot him at this point.

She could hear her Puddin' laughing, and startling her, the bike took a sudden change of route, cutting through an alleyway. A bump on the gravel jerked the bike, knocking one of the soda bottles flying out of her arm.

"Damn it, Puddin'," she cried out. "There goes one of our drinks!"

In all her pent-up frustration, she could only make herself feel better by blaming the one person readily there for how wrongly everything was going right now. It was supposed to be a special, enjoyable night. Their honeymoon; Games played at the club, a few killings, some mischief here and there, then fun times at home in their apartment where, hopefully, her Puddin' would say those rare mushy meaningful words he hardly liked to say all that often to her. Not anywhere in her expectations did Batsy factor into that. He was ruining it- like he always did, and she could feel herself trembling as she gritted her teeth, aiming the gun again; she was that frustrated. She squeezed down on the trigger a few times, enjoying the shots of gunfire echoing around her. And then something drew her attention to her Puddin'. He was being unusually, disturbingly quiet.

Flickering her gaze in front of her momentarily, she felt her breath hitch in her throat. There was large dumpster in the alleyway. And Puddin' was steering the bike straight into it.

"Puddin'," she warned nervously. "Watch out for the dumpster!" Instinctively, she shut her eyes, cowering behind him, twining one arm tightly around his neck as she rested her head against his back. She couldn't watch it. This was one of the things she did not enjoy; her Puddin's unfathomable self-destructiveness. Her Puddin' always loved moments like this, the near-death kind, but sometimes, it unnerved Harley, just how close he liked to push it. A sharp thrill coursed through her like lightning, making her tense in fear. "Puddin', hit the brakes on this thing!" She screamed loudly, "Puddin', hit the brakes!"

Suddenly, something happened and she lost all her vision. The thunderous crash of the bike colliding with the dumpster drowned out her blood-curdling scream. Blackness covered her eyes. She felt herself being unseated and with the pull of gravity, she was flung through the air. When she landed, it was one of the most painful things she had felt in her entire life, and she rolled over roughly three times against the ground before her body skidded to a halt. She gritted her teeth, a low moan tearing through them as her hands, knees, and arms broke her fall automatically against the concrete. She could feel half of her skin being taken off.

She cried out when she forced herself to sit up, a sharp pain shooting through her side. Her suspicions had been correct; She looked as though she'd been through a battle. Her knees were bloody and scratched up, her elbows and the palms of her hands even worse.

But her bodies current state wasn't the most important thing at present. It was finding her Puddin'.

"Puddin'?" she croaked out fearfully, glancing around her.

She found the dumpster and saw the black smoke sizzling from the carnage of the bike. The bike was mangled into pieces from how fast they had been going. But her Puddin', she couldn't find him anywhere. Had he been thrown off the bike too?

"Puddin'?" she tried again shakily, her eyes building with tears.

She turned her head to glance behind where she lay- though it was agony, even turning her head. A niggling pain shot through her shoulder. Everything was hurting. Pieces of her hair stuck to the back of her shoulder-blade, to her cheek, probably glued to her skin from some sort of graze or wound. She must have landed in a bad way. She hissed when she rolled her shoulders, attempting to rid herself of the pain, while her eyes searched her surroundings again for any sign of her man's body.

As far as she could tell, he was nowhere in sight. Unless he'd ran off to handle Batsy? She wouldn't have put that past him, but normally, he would be wanting to make sure Harley was okay first. Or well, she hoped he would. Unless he never truly cared about her in the first place? A hollow ache formed in her chest at the unbearable thought and she moaned quietly in confusion and despair, curling her arms tightly around her waist to soothe herself. What was she thinking? Of course her Puddin' cared, despite him not saying the words all that often. He showed it enough in his actions, in the way he treated her. And what about them getting married? What about their matching ring tattoos? He had to care, didn't he?

But then where was her Puddin' now? Why had he left her there, after the motorcycle crash, especially on the night that was meant to be their honeymoon?

Sirens broke out in the distance and following the noise, she caught flashes of red-and-blue lights approaching. Great, the cops. The cops had decided to come out and play.

Multiple GCPD vehicles pulled up in front of the alleyway, blocking all exits out. She heard four car doors open simultaneously and then voices. She tightened her arms around her waist, squeezing herself, asserting down on her ribs for reassurance. It was beginning to bug her, and tears spilled down her cheeks, a painful heartbroken ache in her chest. Where was her Puddin'? Was he just going to lie back and let this happen to her- with Harley being swamped in and barricaded by Gotham City's policemen?

"Ma'am, I want you to listen real carefully now." She heard one of the officers speak in a low, gentle voice, placating her. She glanced toward the noise, finding an older man in his uniform, his hands raised, a gun pointed at her steadily from where she sat, hunched over, curled in on herself. "I want you to stand real slowly, if you're able to. Can you do that for me?"

She heard gasps and murmurs behind him coming from a few of his other fellow officers. She knew they'd put two and two together and had finally realized just who she was. She was not some ordinary, defenseless woman, hurt and injured from a motorbike incident. No, she was Harley Quinn, now-wife to one of the most feared and important criminals in Gotham City, The Joker. And, not only that, but she had been wanted ever since her Puddin' had managed to get her free from the Penitentiary after completing her mission as part of the Suicide Squad. Now what? Were they going to put her back in there?

She couldn't see anyway out of it. Her Puddin' had obviously bailed himself out, deserting her. Something she didn't realize until then, was a pattern. Puddin' always did that, and why should she be so surprised now? He'd done it the night he'd drove their car into the river while chasing down Batsy. He'd done it to her a couple of times during a gunfight with one of Mr. J's associates, leaving her there to find her own way back home. And now, there he was, doing it again, on their honeymoon night, of all nights.

So much for christening the bearskin rug as a newly married couple...

Sniffling loudly and bracing herself for the pain, Harley forced herself to stand, unsteadily swaying on her feet. All muscles she had felt sore, the cuts and grazes on her elbows, knees, and hands, stinging. She kept her arms around her waist, hugging herself as a mixture of betrayal, hurt, and rejection flooded through her at the thought of what her Puddin' had done, fresh tears sliding down her cheeks. She kept her eyes transfixed on the officer in front of her as her eyes blurred over with more tears.

"Ya such a coward, Puddin'," she mumbled quietly under her breath angrily, sadly, mainly speaking to herself, venting, when the officer lowered his gun, taking one cautious step forward towards her. "I thought ya loved me and that you were never a coward? Yet what's this? Leaving your new wife here like this on her honeymoon?"

The officer pulled a set of handcuffs out from his holster, moving behind her.

Before she put her hands behind her back obediently, she metaphorically grabbed her tattoo ring off her finger, tossing it off to the ground. If only she could... If only it were an actual ring, and not ink, something permanent and deeply ingrained into her skin. How could her Puddin' do this to her?

She caught the officer move back briskly, alert. He clearly had mistaken her actions for something else.

"Jesus, relax, will ya?" she scoffed, pushing her hands behind her back again. "I'm obeying! I've got nothing on me as a weapon right now! I'm clearly cooperating!"

The officer clicked the handcuffs into place, then Harley was led towards one of the police cars, her heart dropping in her chest. While she felt terrible all over and in pain from the grazes and the impact of being shoved off the motorbike, it was her Puddin's actions that affected her the most. How she felt, inside, due to him, it was far more agonizing than what was happening on the outside, with her body pains.

As another officer stepped forward to hold the door open for her, she ducked low, sliding inside on an angle so the cuffs wouldn't hurt her back. Done, was the only mournful current thought she could think of, a sob tearing through the base of her throat. Her and her Puddin', their honeymoon night, their entire relationship. They were done. This was going to be the last time she would put up with him deserting her.

Or maybe she'd been too quick to think that...

She glimpsed the back of the officer's head that was currently sitting in the drivers seat through the protective mesh that separated them from their captured felons as the officer shut the door on her. They were wearing the basic officer's cap, yet she noticed that very distinctive shade of green hair peeking through on the nape of their neck.

When the 'officer' craned his neck back to look at her through the protective mesh, a giddy, happy, besotted laugh tore through Harley's mouth loudly. If her hands had been free, she would have clapped loudly in applause as all of her previous doubts and fears were blown into smithereens right in front of her.

The 'officer' broke out into a large, dazzling grin as a low, rumbling growl of an exhalation left him.

Sitting in the front drivers seat, disguised as an 'officer of the law', was Joker. How he managed to even get into the drivers seat without any of the cops knowing or no less steal one of the officer's hats without being noticed, she had no idea. But the fact that he had, that he hadn't left her after all, it sent a flicker of desire through her. She found she couldn't wait until they were alone at home again.

"Puddin'!" she exclaimed in relief. "I thought you'd gone and left me!"

"Oh, no, no, no." He chided her in a gravelly voice, pushing his head up against the meshing, hitting it with his forehead. "Ya know I can never go without ya, baby."

Her previous thoughts came back to her, taunting her. She found herself reluctant to believe, and she whispered doubtfully, "Ya really mean that, Mr. J?"

"You know I do," he confessed, the words heartfelt, fierce, making Harley's eyes glisten with new tears. She knew it was taking him a lot to say it out loud- her Puddin' was never the emotional, romantic type. But she appreciated it and relished the moment so much. "After what happened, with ya being gone so long the way ya had before, I know now for real that the world ain't the same place it usually is without ya, honey." It was the sweetest thing he had ever said to her, and her heart soared and puffed up in her chest. He cleared his throat gruffly, the discomfort of admitting such a thing to her clear in his expression. "Now what do ya say we get outta here?"

"I'm ready to go if you are, Puddin'," she admitted daringly, settling back in the seat, bracing herself.

"Oh, I've always been ready." A low, desperate moaning noise was squeezed out through his grill as his make-up black-rimmed eyes searched her face heatedly. "Been eager and aching for that date on the bearskin rug to happen."

Delighted over the turn of events, Harley shimmied her shoulders in the seat, a hum of excitement passing her mouth as her Puddin' abruptly stepped on the gas, sending them shooting forward in the car.

Harley laughed loudly and her laughter mingled with her Puddin's when they watched some of the officers diving out of the way quickly when the car rushed towards them. One unlucky officer was too late and he smashed right up against the windshield, before being flung off when her Puddin' gave a vigorous jerk of the steering wheel.

Mentally, she put her ring back on, though she knew she couldn't have really taken it off in the first place. Her Puddin' would never purposefully abandon her, though it was a constant fear she had in her head; one that never ceased. The voices inside her head wouldn't let her forget the niggling doubts.

But, as it turned out, their honeymoon night wasn't over just yet. No, it was only just barely halfway through being done. And Gotham City, as always, was their playground.

Hope you found some enjoyment in this chapter. Merci, thank you so much for being so kind. Hope this one was okay with my English, it is always a worry. All mistakes I take full responsibility of :) Would love to know your thoughts? Are you still liking or is it too uncharacteristic of Harley and Joker? I try to keep it within their characters but I don't know how its going.