Joker watched Harley, studying her as a predator would its prey. His eyes roamed over her, before settling back on her face, waiting, and watching. She was always on his mind whether consciously or not, and he would do anything to keep them together. They had been through so much together, and nothing, not even the Bat, as was apparent, was going to get between them.<br/><br/>His attention once more returned to the situation at hand at the sound of a bubble popping. Joker scowled slightly at the mention of the Suicide Squad. Frankly, he couldn't care less for the team of misfits, but he knew they were important to Harley, and for that reason alone he would find a way to get them out, though Belle Reve was a little more difficult than Arkham at getting into, it wouldn't be the first time he had busted his way in.<br/><br/>He felt Harley kiss his cheek but was too wrapped up in his own thoughts to react. Or even notice the oh so familiar gates they were nearing. It was only when the pilot spoke that Joker snapped back. Looking around momentarily as though lost, his grin returned upon seeing the grounds of the asylum before him.<br/><br/>"Harley my dear, I've got a few things to deal with here. Care to come with? I bet you could find a few old friends." He laughed, remembering how Harley and he had met back before he had claimed her as his prize.