Joker and Harley oneshots and headcanons.

Just A Dress?

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Joker sighed contently as he straightened up his tie.

It was Valentine's day, the 14th of February, the day of love, whatever you wanted to say.

Joker and Harley took Valentine's Day very seriously, unlike most things. Joker found this year particularly important. It was their 10th Valentines day together. 10 years since their first Valentine's day together. It was spent in Arkham-not the most romantic setting, but Joker more than made up for it the other 8 years. This year would be no different.

They had the whole night planned out. First, they’d go out and have dinner, then they had a jewellery store to rob; one of Harley’s many gifts, after she picked out every jewel and gem she liked, they’d go and dance together by Gotham river, then they’d sit around at SMILE & GRIN for some drinks, and for Harley to tease him by dancing in her glass stage, then they’d finally come home for sex, cuddles, more sex, more cuddles, and so on so forth.

Joker fixed the cuffs of his suit before pulling on his black gloves. He smiled softly as he heard soft singing from the bathroom.

“I need a gangsta,”

“To love me better,”

“Than all the others do,”

“To always forgive me,”

“Ride or die with me,”

“That's just what gangsters do.”

Joker briefly mumbled about her having the voice of an angel, before he went over to his closet to pick out a pair of cufflinks.

“I'm fucked up, I'm black and blue,”

“I'm built for it, all the abuse,”

“I got secrets,”

“That nobody, nobody, nobody knows,”

“I'm good on, that pussy shit,”

“I don't want, what I can get,”

“I want someone, with secrets,”

“That nobody, nobody, nobody knows.”

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Joker was just smoothing out his hair when he heard the creak of the bathroom door opening.

“Baby! I’m done!” Harley sang, smile gleaming.

Joker turned around, and he swore his heart stopped in his chest.

Harley wore a red, silk dress. The dress left many of her tattoos visible, the slit in the left leg showed off her red, heart-decorated garter that held her favourite gun, and the cut accentuated her beautiful body. Her hair was wavy and laying across her shoulders, her make-up was mostly reds and pinks, with little hearts painted over her eyelids, her lipstick bright as blood, and a single ruby necklace hung just past her collar bone.

It wasn’t the way the garter put attention to her perfect thighs, or how the dress hugged tight against her body, or how the heart-shaped ruby glittered in the light.

That dress was the same dress she wore on their first real date night together. It had been 10 years since he last saw her in that red dress-Harley had a habit of wearing things once and then forgetting they existed.

It was then that he was reminded how truly beautiful she was, not that he forgot, but…he truly had no words. Joker never believed in gods or goddesses, but for a moment, he could believe that Aphrodite had blessed his Harlequin a hundred times over.