Happy greetings and fun meetings (Harley)

[joker]

A creepy chuckle rang through the quiet halls of Arkham. If you ignore the screams and demands to be set free from this god forsaken place.

"Ha Ha Ha! Huuu the good ol days.. Hmmm I kinda miss that kid." Joker chuckled to himself as he thought about Harley. She was always a tough cookie. He was pretty rough with her, but she liked him anyway. It was a somewhat mystery to him as well. But it was nice to have a lackey to do what ever you want them to do.
"Hmmm?" The odd screams seemed to have faded during his ramblings. "Oh ho? Thats new?" Joker was not used to the sudden silence. Why'd it get all quite anyhow?

[Harley Quinn]

"We have an intruder, a chick in a weird harlequin costume!" came a yell from a nearby guard before the pop of a punching glove gun. Harley smiled in glee, retracting the punching glove back to where it could be fired again. "I hope Mistah J still reconizes me, I've changed my costume a bit but he oughta recognize my voice!" Harley told herself happily, taking out a piece of grenade gum. She chewed the grenade gum, working it to where it could be stuck on anything before it exploded.

As she walked down the line of cells in Arkham she saw her own, as well as Poison Ivy's. Harley also saw some other criminals who whistled at her as she passed. "Mistah J?" she said outloud, visually looking for her Puddin' in each of the cell's that she passed. Finally she came upon him in one cell, saying in delight "PUDDIN'!" To Joker, Harley would probably seem a lot skinnier, and a lot more psychotic looking than before when she was wearing the costume that he had seen her the most in.

[joker]

"Harley!?" Joker Gasped as he jumped from the bed. He dashed over to the glass and grinned to the clown girl that admired him so.

"Harley, you seem well!" Joker Commented with a chuckle. "Its nice to see ya, Doll. Those jerks in white will come and take you in too if ya don't hurry!" Joker informed as he began to hear the clacking of the boots of the guards.

Joker was not one to greet anyone so lovingly-like, but if it gets him a ticket out of this dump, he will be your best friend....for a time.

[Harley Quinn]

Harley grinned, "Righty-o Mistah J!" kicking the control to the glass door with her foot- freeing the Joker. She turned to face the guards that were approching. "'EY! MEN IN BLUE!" Harley said, taking out the grenade gum, "Eat this!" The grenade exploded near the guards, swaying them from their balance for a few minutes. "Let's get going Puddin'!" Harley laughed, taking the Joker's hand as she started to run to the exit.

With her other hand she took out a heart grenade and tossed it behind her without a second thought to the innocent people she may hurt. Harley was different than the Harley that Joker had known a while back, but she still loved him. She knocked guards out of the way with her punching glove gun and ran over to a car she had stolen earlier. Harley would wait for Joker before she started the car.

[joker]

Joker was a bit astonished by the new Harley. She seemed quicker. Sharper. He liked that. Quickly running after the new Harley. His laugh rang around the halls or Arkham as they ran. He began to hear the shouts of the other inmates clamp on the glass, begging for Harley and Joker to let them out. Joker just laughed. "See ya on the flip side, Losers! AHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!" Joker quickly made his jump into the car.

He looked behind him at the guards and Arkham works yelling and barking orders as they try to take them in. With another heartless laugh, Joker Grinned to Harley.
"Step on it, Harl! HA HA HA!!!" Joker ordered quickly as he gave a small wave.

[Harley Quinn]

"Let's go!" Harley said with a maniac laugh, stepping on the gas pedal as they sped off. There were police cars lined up to stop the pair at the very bottom of the road that lead up to Arkham Asylum. "MOVE IT BLUE COATS!" Harley yelled, pulling out her bazooka out of the back seat. The police didn't move, their guns pointed towards the car that was driving towards them. "B'Bye then!" Harley replied to their guns and silence with a smile and a small wave of her petite hand, letting go of the wheel for a minute and standing up. The car was starting to veer out of control when Harley fired the bazooka, blowing a big giant hole in their car line. The stolen car burst through that hole, and Harley grabbed the wheel- jerking it to the left. They soon were driving far away from the police without any followers- they were recovering from the psychotic female clown's bazooka blast.

"Are you okay, Puddin'?" Harley immediately asked the Joker, throwing the bazooka into the back seat without another thought. Even though she was sharper then before, she was too infatuated with the Joker to realize that he was just using her. Poison Ivy had pointed that out many times to the young clown, but Harley just kept going back for the object of her obsession.

[joker]

Joker's laugh was clashed with the booming of the bazooka. "Nice Shot HarleEEE!!" The car had quickly swerved to the left taking Joker by surprise. The car quickly went back to a normal drive. The sounds of the police sirens slowed to a halt. What a grand noise it was to hear the police sirens halt with a bang. "HAH! What a rush!" Joker looked to Harley as she asked her question. He only waved his hand and grinned.

"Ive never felt better! Hah!!" Joker answered

[Harley Quinn]

"Let's head home then," Harley said with a grin, turning the car right and heading towards their hideout. She knew they would have to stash the car somewhere where it couldn't be found. "Yes!" Harley said randomly to everyone that could hear her, other than herself of course as she spotted an abandoned warehouse near the Laff House, their headquarters. "We'll be home in just a second, Mistah J!" she said cheerfully, getting out of the car and opening the warehouse gate before getting back into the car and driving inside.

It was in this light that highlighted the changes in Harley's fashion style since the Joker and her had last worked together. Her gloves were now fingerless gloves, the fingers covered with the same makeup that her face was in. Harley's general color scheme now was dark, dark red next to bright red and without those diamonds on her outfit. Also, her hat was a lot more pronounced then it was before. A long with the changes in costume, it was evident from her psychotic nature that she had fallen deeper into madness during the Joker's leave. "So, how was the jailbreak, exciting enough?" Harley asked with a giant grin on her face as she opened the door to the Joker's side of the car.