"Puddin'?" Harley called from the pair's large, spacious bedroom. She sat on their king-sized bed and was brushing out her thick, long blonde locks while humming a random song. When she received no response, she shouted her pet name for him again.
"What do you want?" He irritably replied, his stark white face appearing around the doorframe.
She tipped her head to the side, a small smile appearing. "Well…I was just wondering…"
"Wondering what, Harl?" A sigh escaped him. "I have better things to do than listen to you mumble incoherent nonsense."
"Can we have a date night?" The tiny henchwoman blurted out. She widened her baby blue eyes innocently.
The Joker sighed for a second time, then strode over to where she was, taking a seat beside her on the purple silk sheets. He grabbed his girlfriend's brush and swiftly smacked her over the head with it, prompting an "ouch!".
"What'd ya do that for?" She pouted, rubbing the sore spot.
"Because you're asking stupid questions." Was