It was dark by the time Joker was driving back to his hideout. A huge grin stretched his cheeks as he raced down the streets of Gotham. The roar of the engine, the wind blowing in his face, and the foreboding sense that the cops may soon be on his tail energized his already over-the-top excitement for the evening. He jerked the wheel to turn a corner, woo-hooing in glee as pedestrians scrambled out of the way. The look of terror on their faces was absolutely hilarious!

Joker had spent the whole day getting ready for his and Harley's anniversary celebration, planning out everything they were going to do and "borrowing" all the things he needed from unsuspecting citizens. He even got some of the Rogues to help out with certain tasks to ensure the evening would run smoothly. The Rogues who weren't given jobs instead got the night off, sternly instructed not to say anything about the occasion to Harley lest they wanted a very long monologue about the importance of keeping secrets the following day.

He was determined to make it up to her, poor girl. All these years, she had let him put off their celebration without a single complaint. How she could keep quiet about it for so long, he had no idea. He always spoke up when he was unhappy.

"But tonight is going to be different!" he declared over the wind. He would take Harley out on the most exciting anniversary date ever. She wouldn't be mopey for much longer, oh no; she would be smiling and laughing and having the time of her life!

It didn't take long for the clown to reach the secret hideout. It wasn't fancy, just another one of those abandoned warehouses that somehow disappeared from public memory. But hey, as long as there was no Batman or Gotham City Police breaking down the doors, he was cool with it.

Joker cruised behind the building and backed his car up into the empty space designated as the garage. He leaped out over the purple door, the insane grin on his face barely concealing the laughter welling up inside him. He practically skipped through the dim building, feet automatically tracking towards what was considered the living room. With all the Rogues either taking the night off or helping him with his anniversary plans, only Harley would be present.

He poked his head around the doorframe. There she was, skating figure-eights around the room, twirling her mallet from hand to hand. Occasionally she arched it back and swung at an imaginary object at her feet, muttering either "bang" or "smash" as she completed the motion.

Joker grinned. "Hey, girl-buddy!"

Harley slowed and looked over her shoulder. "Hey!" She skated up to him, resting the handle of her mallet atop one shoulder. "Where have you been? Everyone else said you were busy with something."

He shrugged. "Oh, I just had to run a few quick errands today." A smirk crossed his face. "Gotta keep poor ol' Batsy on his toes, you know?"

"Hehe, yeah." She smiled, but Joker saw through her façade. There was still the slightest strain, the most subtle tightness within her voice, that gave away her true feelings. But now that he knew what was behind that fake smile of hers, he could fix it.

Turning away, Harley skated up to the single recliner of the room and leaned her hammer against it. She rolled her shoulders. "So, what's up?"

"I'll tell you what's up, sweetie pie," Joker replied, waltzing towards her. He couldn't wait to tell her all about his plans - even his coattails danced in anticipation! "You and I are going out on an adventure tonight."

"What kind of adventure? Do you have another heist in mind?"

Joker folded his hands behind his back. "Something like that, but not quite."

"Oh." She cocked her head, pigtails bouncing above her shoulders. "Then what are we doing?"

"I'll show you!" Joker directed Harley to the old desk in the corner of the room. From his coat he pulled a freshly-printed map of Gotham City and smoothed it out, flipping on a light so Harley could see. In red ink, he had circled and starred certain places: their warehouse base, City Hall, a jewelry store, an industrial site near the docks, and a busy highway with a back road. The places were connected with a red line, beginning and ending at the warehouse.

Harley studied it closely, pursing her lips in puzzled concentration. She raised an eyebrow at him. "What is it?"

Joker smiled wide. "This is gonna be a celebration of our anniversary, pumpkin!"

Her face lit up. She didn't speak for a second or two, and then repeated in a quiet voice, "Our anniversary?"

"That's right!" He took her claw hands into his. "We're gonna go out, vandalise property, annoy people, blow things up, that sort of stuff. Just the two of us."

"We are?"

"Yep!"

"Just me and you?"

"Just me and my special girl-buddy!" Harley cried out in delighted surprise when Joker swept her off her feet and into the air, twirling with her in a few circles. "So what do you say?" he asked as he set her down. "Wanna make a night of it?"

She giggled, a pearly grin stretched all the way across her face. "Of course, sugarplum! I'd love to!"

It warmed his heart to hear her pet name for him again. Before he could stop himself, he found the part of the trip he wanted to keep a surprise bubbling from his mouth. "I haven't even told you the best part: there's a glass factory on the edge of the city that just opened a few days ago. They make vases, dishes, figurines, all those kinds of valuable, fragile stuff. We're gonna break in and smash the place up!"

Harley squealed in excitement, clasping her hands together. "Ooh, that sounds wonderful!"

"I knew you'd love it! And I hope it... somehow begins to make up for putting our anniversary off so many years." He bit his bottom lip, tentatively lowering his chin. "And I'm... I'm really sorry about that, Harley. I never meant to hurt your feelings." He glanced at the ground. "But I guess I should have known better. Can you forgive me?"

For a moment, Harley frowned, but in a way that appeared more sympathetic than disappointed. It wasn't long before she wrapped her arms around him, resting her head over his shoulder. Joker could hear the smile in her voice when she spoke. "Aw, how could I not, puddin'?"

Joker returned the hug, another smile spreading over his own face. "You're the best, Harley girl." She was so forgiving...

When she released him, he held his hand out to her. "Well then, shall we get going, my dear?"

Harley snagged it and yanked him towards the doorway, sweeping up her mallet in the other hand. "Whatever you say, Mistah J! Let's go!"

Joker laughed, tripping over his feet as Harley led him towards the garage. This would be the best night ever, he would make sure of it. Anything for his Harley Quinn.

A/N: Hi everyone! I know I said I hoped to get this up sooner than the last chapter, and I'm sorry about that! This took a lot longer to finish than I thought it would, especially with school back in session. But thank you for your patience!

Thank you so much for reading! Thank you for reviewing, too! I always look forward to reading them! To StoryMaker7, yes, Joker doesn't treat Harley badly in this version. I think the worst LEGO Joker is capable of doing is underappreciating her, but even then I don't think he'd do that on purpose. And to XenoSlayer983 and amazed, those sound like fun ideas! I can't make any promises, but I'll keep them in mind. Hopefully I'll be able to get around to them!

Thanks again, everyone! I hope you had a fun time! See you later! :)