Do you Harley promise to side by your
future partner in crime,
to always have the TNT ready and primed
and always through thick,
thin or the annoyance of Batman assist in
burning this city down?
*I DO, Puddin'*, Harley says slightly
buckling her knees a bit and obviously
crossing her fingers behind her back. She
says so with a slight
almost child like giggle and bright doe
Do you Joker promise to not kill any
elected officials without the assistance
of your beloved wife, to make her laugh
from ear to ear and break her out in
the most comically violent fashion from
any institute she gets stuck in?
* I DoooooOOO, Sugar puss*, The Joker
responds with a devil like grind,
he too also has his fingers crossed
behind his back in their typical fiendish fashion.
Well with the powers that be, I pronounce
you prince clown of crime
and you Harlequin Jezebel forever
intertwined in chaotic love that you called
Explosions fill the room, blocking off
all the exits, poison like gas fills the rooms,
rising from pipes in the floor. The Joker
and Harley reach into their wedding cake,
and remove two military issued gas masks.
They cover them up, but not before
The Joker picks the priest up from the
floor who is still gasping for air.
"Thank you kind sir, its been a
In which he than snaps his neck, and
carries Harley out through a drop in the floor.
People fall to the ground dying from the
the disco ball in the center of the room
implodes raining joker cards throughout the room.
A marriage made in