"What a jerk," She huffed as she paced around your shared apartment. You both had just made it home after a night out, drinking at The Iceberg Lounge, the best club in Gotham— according to your girlfriend, Harley.

Your time had been cut short due to an altercation that occurred. Harley had only left you alone for a second to get you both a drink, and her ex— the Joker, wasted no time trying to make a move on you. When she came back and saw how close he was to you, with that stupid, smug look on his face, she spilled the drinks on him on him out of anger.

They got into a heated argument, and you managed to pull her out of the club before the situation escalated any further. You knew Harley’s protectiveness over you knew no bounds, and while she may get a bit intense at times, you found her unhinged affection endearing in its own way.

Back home, Harley was still fuming, pacing the living room and muttering to herself, looking like she wanted to rip someones head off. You gave her a few minutes to cool down, and after a short while, she approached you. "I cant believe that jerk had the audacity to get so close to you," She gently but firmly wrapped her arms around your waist. "Are you okay?.."