Gladrial's Notes: Presenting the final chapter. I'm rather sad it's over because I really enjoyed every little bit of this story. It practically wrote itself in my opinion, which is much easier than wrestling with a storyline like I am at the moment for an upcoming piece. Ah well, all good things must come to an end. We appreciate all the reviews and hope you'll join us next time.

Sno-Chan's Notes: My goodness, what a terrifying, stressful, and yet satisfying time we've had writing this! Hope you've all enjoyed the ride and we'll be seeing y'all real soon for more adventures!

Harley leaned against the balcony's railing, taking in the view the city had to offer, while intermittedly shifting her gaze to the night sky. She continued this way, uncharacteristically patient, for some time before Joker joined her side.

"What are you looking for?" he asked, knowingly.

"Just lookin' at the city," she answered.

"Don't lie to me, Harley. You've never been very good at it. You're looking for him."

"Can ya blame me?" she squeaked meekly.

"…No. Not really," he conceded. "You got to keep a sharp eye to catch the boy in blue though."

"It's a beautiful city," Harley pointed out, eliciting a disappointed grunt from the Joker. "…A nice place to visit, but I prefer Gotham," she finished truthfully.

"And why's that?" Joker pried.

"I dunno. It's a hard thing to put your finger on." She pondered the question for a moment before arriving at an answer. "Gotham has character."

"That's my girl." He gave a sly smile and pinched her cheek sharply. After he released her she beamed back at him, while rubbing the cheek where he had clenched too harshly.

Harley looked down once again, the street far below, when she saw a blue streak zoom past. "Oh, look!" she exclaimed, pointing down. "Right there! Did ya see?!"

"Yep, there he goes," he answered with mostly disinterest. "Probably off to rescue some defenseless cat from an overly aggressive tree. And here I am, right under his nose. His priorities are all screwed up. Ooh!" he suddenly brightened. "Or maybe he's going to pummel Lex!" They both diverted their attention to the Lexcorp building.

"Shouldn't we warn him?" Harley asked.

"What's the fun in that?" he quipped, but it was clear after a few moments that Lex was not Superman's target that evening. A scowl spread across Joker's face. "Stupid Metropolis cats," he complained before returning inside disappointedly, Harley following behind.

Harley started collecting half-eaten plates, carrying a wide variety of food items. The fine eating was a welcome change of pace from the fast food they had been forced to eat on their trip. Joker had ordered both steak and lobster and Harley was pretty sure the lobster was only there to tick her off. God, she hated everything about seafood, including the smell. She held her nose as she placed the plate containing the lobster shell on the floor outside the door.

Joker was looking rather distraught, sprawled across the couch.

"What's wrong, Puddin'?" Harley asked with concern. "Everything worked out okay."

"I don't think I'm going to make it, Harls," he admitted. "I'm bored already."

Harley grabbed her neck instinctively, remembering the incident at the drop off. "M-maybe if you had something to look forward to?" she suggested.

"Like what?" he asked, irritably, anger already taking over him.

"I-I don't know," she sputtered, backing away from him as she tried to think of something. Unfortunately she backed into a table once again, jarring a few pieces of china off their stable surface and onto the floor. Harley tensed instantly at the sound of the breaking valuables. Joker paused, looking at the mess she made, while she stayed frozen in place, and quickly erupted into laughter.

"I forgot to tell you how funny it was when you broke that vase in Lex's office," he commented.

"It-it was? But…I really didn't mean to," Harley admitted.

"I know! It wouldn't have been nearly as funny if you had." He looked around briefly, taking in his surroundings. "This room is full of valuable crap. Wanna help me tear it up the day we leave?" Harley nodded excitedly. "Well, that's something to look forward to and there just might be an unfortunate accident with whoever drops off our food that day."

"Sounds like fun," Harley replied. "And to pass the time right now, I'll bet you're on TV."

"I love being on TV!" Joker instantly went for the remote, while Harley went to the fridge, retrieving two bottles and returning to the couch, offering one to the Joker. He took both and Harley stared briefly at her empty hands before sitting next to him. He merrily watched himself on the news, while she silently prayed that she could get him through the week without him requiring her death.


It had been a harrowing week for Lex. He knew some level of supervision was going to have to accompany the clown so he kept track of everything that was demanded from his room. There were a variety of items that seemed relatively harmless: some movies, a couple of remote control airplanes, a trampoline. (He had conceded to let that one go). But when he was provided another list of demands including a slip 'n slide and a bowling ball, he decided a visit was in order.

He walked into the room to find all the furniture pushed aside to make room for the slip 'n slide, water streaming across it and onto the carpet. They had both apparently gotten bored with this, as he found them dripping wet on the balcony. Harley, in a very revealing two-piece, slid out of the way at Luthor's presence, but Joker was far too preoccupied to have even noticed him approaching. What Lex saw was a shirtless Joker propping a bowling ball on the railing of the balcony.

"Need a towel?" Lex asked, snapping Joker out of his activity. "…Or a shirt?"

"Hi Lex, nice of you to visit," Joker replied, returning to his bowling ball.

"What are you doing?"

"Well, I was going to drop this bowling ball and watch it hit the pavement…or hopefully an innocent bystander. Wanna watch?"

Lex leaned over the railing, peering at the ground below, and then glanced back at the bowling ball and did look as though he wouldn't mind the show.

"You know you want to," Joker tempted.

"Give me that!" Lex snatched the ball out of his hands, causing Joker to drop into a deep pout. "It looks as though I'm going to have to keep a closer eye on you," he threatened. "Perhaps I need to install cameras throughout this suite."

"Go ahead. Me and Harley will be sure to give you a good show," Joker answered.

"No. Killing." Lex turned to make his exit.

"You know what your problem is Lex? You're too wound up. You'd be a lot more fun if you'd just learn to relax." Lex ignored the comment as he reached the door. "Can I have my bowling ball back?" Joker asked as he left.

"NO!" he shouted, slamming the door behind him.

Fortunately, the week was over and all that remained was cleaning up whatever mess they'd made. He had sent Mercy to assess the situation. "I take it everything's ruined?" he asked when Mercy phoned him.

"Yes. They trashed everything…but that's not the major concern," she answered.

"What is the major concern?" Lex asked between clenched teeth.

"Double homicide. Looks like two of the housekeepers."

Lex felt like throwing the phone, but kept his cool. "Clean it up," he instructed. "Make it disappear. No police."

"Understood, sir."

"Oh, and Mercy?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Remind me to never deal with that clown again."

Gladrial: I've literally just discovered that Heath Ledger has died as I was about to post this. I don't really know what to say other than I'm upset. Regardless if you agree with the casting choice, I think he was trying to do great things for the character. This is a sad day.