Keith, the driver, glanced up from his magazine and swept his single good eye over Harley's face before studying the docks behind them through the rear view mirror.<br/>"I don't see them," He muttered with a bored tone, turning his page as he looked back down. "They'll be here soon, sugar," Keith assured with his stretched thin face marked with scars, signatures of Joker's authority. The radio in the car had been playing advertisements for the past six minutes and with a frustrated sigh, he fiddled with the dial.<br/>Letting the boat idle up to the dock Joker was practically brimming with excitement. It took all his willpower he had to not leap up from the driver seat of the boat and jump onto the docks without parking it. But, as he turned it off he climbed the ladder to the wooden dock without even tying it down. Leaving that up to Jonny. He had a lot of memories at this dock...memories tangled up in the shipping containers and twisted into the chains to the cranes. Joker didn't even pause to dwell on the memories or wait for Jonny, instead, he walked past the bigger boats and yachts and made his way through the novice maze of shipping containers. When he finally caught sight of the idling car coughing up exhaust fumes he smirked and pulled out a knife. It happened quickly...pulling the door open he reached in and grabbed a handful of his woman's hair and pulled her backward. Making her rise to her feet, still partially in the vehicle, he traced the dull edge of the blade across her jaw before taking a deep breath of her perfume and then sighing.<br/>"Harley," Joker growled, in such a way that one says the name of a long-lost runaway pet reunited. With scolding conviction, yet strangely welcoming to the pet. He let her right herself and climb the rest of the way out of the back seat. In the instant that took he had stripped off one of his leather gloves and used the naked hand to fix a strand of hair from her angle face. "It's been too long." He stated, tonguing the scars inside his mouth as his green eyes took in his woman's excitement. With the fabric mask still on his face, his dead expression was one of massive medication and illness. "You have my makeup?" Joker asked in confirmation, looking past Harley and into the car at her purse.<br/>"Alright, let's go," Jonny called, finally just now catching up. "This place will be crawling with police soon." He knew that the corpse they left wouldn't hold up in court, let alone against the Batman.<br/>"In." Joker commanded, taking Harley's wrist and forcing it in the general direction of the open car door before letting it go to join her in the backseat. Once the doors were closed and the lights in the car went out he stripped the winter mask off and discarded it out the window. Holding his gloved hand out to Harley he wiggled his fingers and softly barked for the makeup. He was enjoying the closeness with his woman while they drove and he smeared his makeup on in the darkness sliced up by passing streetlights. And, as he finished up his makeup he took off the other glove and pocketed the makeup and then his gloves before taking out a new clove cigarette and waiting for it to be lit before cracking the window.