Joker's lab was in full swing by the time she arrived and it was clear that he was on to something here. His suit jacket resided on a stool nearby and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up. All manner of acids and bases were rolling and bubbling in beakers over Bunsen burners. All he needed was a mustache to twirl and he'd be the picture perfect mad scientist.
The sound of shuffling footsteps and the yips of the hyenas herald Harley's arrival. He turned the flame down and turned to her. The hyena's ran around their feet and he turned a scolding eye on them. They whined and edged away from him giving them some space.
Dark eyes fell to the box of sugary treats and he knew she would be heart broken if he didn't take one. He reached into the box and removed the tiny cake and set it on table, brushing the crumbs from his gloves. "Thank you, Harley my dear."