Harley, yet again, didn't want to believe that the Joker wasn't good for him. Now he stood in front of your motorcycle, face stained in tears as she shivered in the pouring rain.

"Hey puddin..." He mumbled in a trembling voice, you've seen this exact scenario thousands of times though you've stopped counting after five. "Mr. J ain't ever gonna change, is he?" He mumbled "Please... I need you, please will you hold me?" His makeup was a little smudged