Predator. Prey.

Diamonds.

Sitting in a purple lamborghini, half naked, I eyed Joker with a playful twinkle in my eyes as he turned the ignition key and smirked as the engine roared to life. The colors on the roof of the white interior flickered on, illuminating every inch of space with the red and blue and green and purple. I let my eyes wander up and the down the sides of the car, following the trail of pretty lights. My world had been so dull before him. Now there was only color.

I was color.

I was a living light show.

I gazed once again at the tips of my wild hair, blue and pink swirling and fading into my platinum blonde roots. My skin was glowing as it displayed the colors from the ceiling lights, and I gazed at myself in the side mirror, feeling absolutely perfect. My body was still reeling from today; I was reborn, and I had given myself to the man who saved me. Could life be any more perfect?

I stared down at Joker's chest as he focused on the road ahead; he was left in just his boxers and socks because the chemicals had stolen everything else. My eyes peered down at the fabric as a laugh escaped my lips,

"Batman boxers? Really?"

Not taking his eyes off the road, he smirked,

"It was laundry day."

"Bullshit."

He finally let out the laugh I was dying to hear, and I allowed myself to let emotions overflow out of my ears as happiness emanated from my body and I joined in with him. Every moment seemed to be pure bliss when I was with him. I could never get enough.

Soon we were driving in a familiar part of Gotham, and we pulled in front of LightFlash. I raised my eyebrows as I stared at his calculating face, but he offered me no answers as three men dressed in freshly pressed suits approached the driver's side window. Joker immediately rolled it down and the man on the left handed him a bag before all three of them quickly walked away.

"Whatcha got there, puddin'?"

He unzipped the large green duffel bag and handed me a gold heap of fabric, making brief eye contact with me as he stared at my illuminated skin,

"Put this on for Daddy."

I untangled the mess in my hands, and my breath hitched in my throat. It was a beautiful backless dress, made from gold silk, with black diamonds etched in a repeating pattern. I grasped it with both hands and hugged it towards my chest,

"It's beautiful, thank you."

"Diamonds are an old symbol for court jesters: harlequins."

I looked up at him through my thick lashes as I began to slip the dress on from my feet up. He continued to speak in a low voice,

"And since you're my new and approved 'Harley Quinn', I decided it fit the bill."

"Harley Quinn?"

"Call it situational irony, but your name is identical to that of a king's play thing."

I giggled, going along with his joke,

"You can play with me whenever you want, my King."

He cupped my head in his hands, eyeing me with lust and desire as he whispered to himself,

"God, you're so...good."

I put my tongue in between my teeth; my eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of his touch. He quickly let go to finish putting on his clothes, and he pulled out a pair of black stilettos for me to slip on my feet. Once we were presentable, he opened his car door, and I opened mine as well. I had no idea where we were going or what we were doing.