“jiggity jig!”

The Joker has mixed feelings about Harley’s prison tattoos. 

It’s a habit of his to trace the letters of his name–one of his names, at least–on her thigh. While Harley sleeps beside him, he spells the word over and over until his fingertips leave goosebumps in their wake. Harley never stirs.

He scoffed when he noticed it for the first time. Heart tattoos? How common. (The little heart on her cheek not withstanding–because he does like to have a target when he kisses her.) But he couldn’t deny there was a certain old-school charm to it. He gets fond of it the more he sees it.  

And so the Joker was born. With his ultimative hotness he has dedicated his life to cause mayhem in every innocent girl’s mind. 

I mean, his ripped body…

The danger…

And the insanity…