Hanukkah with your girlfriend was always an… interesting event. Harley was a villain, sure, and it didn’t seem like she’d care about things like that, but she loved celebrating, especially with you. She loved lighting the menorah with you, and having nice-ish dinners with you, and making tea and watching the Gotham snow fall with you every night, perfectly happy.

So, on the very first night of Hanukkah, she naturally stole a fancy menorah and brought it straight to her very safest safehouse, to set on the windowsill and light with you by her side.

“Whoops, forgot the fire!” Harley giggles, grabbing a lighter from her pile of fire-creating-bits-and-bobs and handing it to you with a kiss on the cheek.

“You wanna do the honors, toots?”