It was then there came a sound from the left of him like a great big spark and the familiar voice of the woman going “Huh... opps....” Harley was hidden behind a gigantic sputtering fuse-box that seemed to be giving off angry fireworks of glowing faulty wiring which clearly begged for an electricians attention. No one in their right mind would have fiddled with the gadgets inside but sanity was far from a common trait between these two individuals. “A-ha!” she called flipping a large metal switch with all her might and smiling with glee.
As she stepped back the entire amusement park lit up, or rather, what bulbs were still functioning- which given the circumstances and the condition of the park, was an impressive amount. Some flickered or were annoyingly dim, hummed at an irritating pitch but neither the Joker nor Harley seemed to care or notice over the cheery carnival music of the carousel, the whirl of the roller coaster, the pendulous swing of the pirate’s boat or beckoning of the fun house.
Harley herself was all dolled up for the return of her puddin’. She wore a red and purple corset, with black shorts that had read hearts on the backside to match the hearts on her chest. Her hair was in her usual pig tails with white face paint, red lipstick done to match his scars and black eyes make-up. She smiled when she saw him, running over excitedly, practically ripping her fishnet stockings in the process, her thick black high head boots thumping on the ground and her mallet swinging on her hip. “Welcome home, puddin!” she stopped right before him and outstretched her arms. “Didja miss me Mista J? I kept the place exactly how ya like it!”