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Is it any wonder I can't sleep?
All I have is all you gave to me
Is it any wonder I found peace
Through you?
smashing pumpkins, eye.

---

The hand found the hand as he'd clasp hers in his own and pull the woman almost up on the stage to stand before him. A winning look was given to Batman, the two men exchanging a look that spoke volumes of the history between them. Joker saw this as a victory in their eternal war now, realizing just how much the thought of marrying Harley deep down disgusted Batman. The squeeze to her hand, and a dirty wink and smile as a parting shot, that led to him looking to the woman at his side. Holding on the vision of her in the dress, he'd allow his gaze to roam up to her shoulder and bare neck before that mane of bleached hair. And now he'd look at the priest presented and held hostage before them. A gun had been trained to the back of his head, one of the goons having been informed to keep his weapon unloaded for the sake of no accidents. As he'd clear his throat, Joker would focus that intense look upon the holy man whilst his lips found themselves lapping at the ruby red paint and tasting the chemical flavor in it's passing. A single sniff and observation as the man's book creaked open and he'd begin to start reading off something that not a soul probably believed about God at this point.

Thankfully her time with Joker told her that he would do that --- she was able to not look like she had been pulled up on the stage with him. She looked at him like no one else in the world would look at him. Like she loved him and actually cared about him. Well he claimed this victory, she stared into his eyes, her hand still clasped onto his, she never understood why the bridal couple where always touching at weddings, but she'd gotten it now. She knew what all those brides she'd watched get married in her old life and on tv felt. She didn't want to ruin this moment by looking to the right and seeing Batman still standing there. Well the 'Holy' man spoke, Harley couldn't help but feel a little bit uncomfortable. Once again, she giggled whispering in the a voice that only Joker could hear she made the comment, "Perhaps this isn't the time to ask if he knows Hebrew is it?", a tongue in cheek reference that the bride wasn't a christian, no no, she was a jew. Well, she used to be.

The words that came from him were of little intrest to the mad man whom's own inner clock was winding and spinning in a varying degree of different twists and turns this celebration could take. Part of him wanted to keep sneaking looks back at Harley, but whenever he would attempt to he'd catch the sight of Harley and would feel the need to focus on her. The comment she slipped to him was barely audible, but enough so that he could hear it. There was a pause in his trainwreck to wonder if she had wanted to kill him and attempt to see if anyone here could accomadate Harley's request. Deciding that there had probably been enough killing and having to attempt a last minute replacement could prove diasterous to the occasion, he'd quite that inner turmoil noticing the priest was following the basic outline of the wedding that had already been mapped out. He would poorly try to replace the names of the grieving Groom and the departed Bride with the appro names that now stood in their places, before he'd ask for everyone to rise for worship. Joker felt the need to interject at this point as he'd cough into his fist and simply stare at the priest, who'd clumsily mumble a never mind into the microphone and kill the fanfare that was starting.

She was trying her best to remain just as calm as he was; her lips where still black even if her make-up had been toned down quite a bit. She looked peaceful, but nervous all at the same time, she wasn't listening to the Priest anymore, she was just too busy looking at Joker. Studying him, she'd gotten to know him so well that she could tell something was wrong, but she didn't know what it was yet. There was something or so she thought. She laughed when the preacher mumbled against it, she was already not enjoying this preacher, with his bad attempts of fitting their names in the original's places, she was already feeling uncomfortable in front of everything, at least the bride and groom's side, the original ones. Her thumb would rub against his gloved hand, looking at him --- whispering something to him, something that was so uncharacteristically Harley Quinn, at least this point in her life, she whispered about being nervous. She hadn't been nervous since the first life she took, but now her stomach was in knots, but the while her thumb rubbed against his hand, as if it was calming him down.

The blacken eyes locked on to the preacher with a moment of contempt, before he would suddenly be asked to recite vows to one another. Joker would squint at the man when he gestured they'd turn to each other, and he'd shift ever so slightly to now be facing Harley Quinn. Freedom to turn, that purple and green number visible with that gun still tucked so in the belt, and he gave a soft snort at her being nervous as if that was hogwash and shouldn't be concerning. This allowed him to once more have full view of the left side of the room, delivering his cold stare off into the masses and taking notice of Jim as if it was the first time he had seen him. Another putz he had forgotten to rub their face into. Again that look lingered on the man for far too long before he'd notice the preacher was giving him some sort of gesture that he wanted him to repeat after him. Bloody smile was lambasted heavily at the man before he'd respond. "Do I look like Scarface? I'm not repeating a thing you say, I've.. come prepared." That gaze locked on the cherubic like woman infront of him, his own little blonde pixie whom was acting the part of the nervous bride to a t. Yeah, acting, he'd amuse himself with that view of it while he'd clear his voice and begin talking to Harley with that devilish pitch in his voice. "I, Joker, do solemnly swear, to never leave you behind in Arkham Asylum longer than necessary, to never use you as a human shield, nor trip you while we get away. I shall never look at another woman as long as you notice, nor ever pick the biggest gun ahead of you. I won't let anyone ever touch you, physically or emotional, without peeling off all their muscles with a knife. I promise, that as soon as we're done with this, while I'm beating that freak in the mask as many time as he can physically withstand, I'll let you take a few shots at him. Oh... and ah... forever and ever, until death do one of us part."

With a clear view of the proceedings, Eddie would give an exasperated sigh seeing the arm behind Joker's back and the crossed fingers, unsure of if Joker was lying or if he was being amusing for his own sick humor. His own face wandered into his hands as he begrudgingly kept his trap shut.

She'd bite down on her bottom lip, her nervous habit of course. She listened to the generic wedding vows given to the couple, one thing the couple wasn't was generic. She was hopeful though, hopeful that Joker would make some kind of vow. Even if it was just the love part of it. Both of her hands where in Joker's well the preacher spoke, and she could not hide her shocked look when he said he'd come prepared. Well that bottom lip was still trapped in her teeth --- she was always a softy when it came into weddings, and well she had promised herself that she wouldn't cry at her own wedding. When he took his vows she started to cry, it was a cross behind a happy cry and a giggle, he was making her laugh. He was making her smile, he was making her make up run. It was her turn to speak, "And I Harley Quinn, do promise to love, honor and obey you, and I also to always have ya back, never let anyone get the jump on ya, I promise to always come to a job armed. I promise not to put myself in a lot of situations where a guy touches me --- and I promise not to hit Batsy too hard with my baseball bat. Until death do we part." She had not noticed that Joker had his fingers crossed behind his back, of course, those vows sounded like something he would be able to commit too. She was too happy to even notice if he could or couldn't.

Joker's attention rested solely on Harley as she began to cry, listening to her own vows given to him. He had a moment of softening and giving her a dopey smile before letting her finish with her spiel. The crowd would continue to remain restless, most of the hostages unable to not watch the situation for fear of reprisal from that demented clown couple. Batman's own gaze was locked steadily on Joker, unflinching and unmoving in his obsession with crafting an escape. The preacher would allow a moment to pass before reaching that oh so important part. He would ask if anyone in attendences had any reason these two should not be wed. Joker's own hand came back around, as he'd drag the gun out by it's holster and dangle the weapon awkwardly at his side, swinging it about in a motion and whistling pleasantly before shooting a look out into the audiences. The point was made, as not a soul would speak up after a few seconds. With a curt nod, H.D. was stepping into prominences with the rings on that pillow.

There was no doubt in anyone's mind that Harley's vows where there true --- and having that small moment where she could see Joker soften was enough for her. She could die happy after that, it was one of those images that would always be in her mind until the day she died. She wanted to whisper something sweet at the moment but she decided against it, especially when the Preacher asked if anyone wanted to object to their unholy union. She'd look towards Joker gun, suggestivity, like he needed to shoot someone to get his point, or if he did shoot someone she'd be right behind on him on his decision. She broke her gaze from Joker for just a moment to see HD coming towards them with a pillow in hand. They where getting bands too both of them, she'd turn back to Joker an impressed look all over her face.

The man would watch Humphrey begin to take those stares, a brief glimpse of worry that he might fall over and lose the rings, or something altogether worse than that. Like eat them. With a hand that showed signs of being gentle, he would pluck the ring from it's pillow and draw fingers about the golden O with a moment of percision. Moving to grasp her hand in his own, he'd draw it up and listen to the man again prattle on about the sanctity of the situation at hand. He of course was almost to the point of shooting the priest with irritation when he was finally allowed to slip that band across the woman's finger with a quick push. That bond there now, he'd again tuck his gun and go to tug his glove off and allow that hand to be exposed. Digits waved about as if contact with free air was foreign to them, before he'd present his own hand towards the petite clown and allow her to take part in her own participation in the next step of the wedding. The man had tried his hardest to emulate the act of marriage, his own expression settling tightly upon her as he found himself for once being wrapped up in the woman fully when she was actually clothed. He gave in, that dangerous man allowing her to complete again her part in the trapping of that wild man with the unknown past, finding himself actually drawn into watching her own glassy teared eyes with a faint look of concern for all the water works.

She stared at him, her eyes looking more and more like the image she'd tried to create time and time again when she went into battle with him. She did not put up a fight with her hand was grabbed and brought up to him, even if she'd been keeping that hand away from any who dared to look at it, as her engagement ring was on that finger. A rock that sparkled insanely under the lights of the church. The band that was meant for her would slide onto her finger, and she stared at her finger in disbelief for a moment. She held his band in her hand, looping it around her fingers until he was ready. She was wondering how she'd slip it over the leather gloves he always wore but was shocked when she saw he'd removed his gloves. She could hardly remember when he did so, only when he was in caught, eyes studied his hand, long whispy fingers. Taking his hand in her much softer own, she'd slide the band down his finger and took a deep breath, she was gentle when she did it. Of course she was always gentle and sweet with him. She was holding back more water works as she did so; she was crying for so many reasons, all the while some what obviousness to the fact that he was faintly concerned.

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a/n; they stole someone else's wedding. so it's not like all of this was planned by them. they just stole it, so kind of planned. this log goes with 'white wedding' so ya. and for once a picture i barely had to touch brittany. i spent more time on heath, which is always nice. oh and batman give her away, yes i'm going to need to edit more i think.

Description
Is it any wonder I can't sleep?
All I have is all you gave to me
Is it any wonder I found peace
Through you?
smashing pumpkins, eye.

---

The hand found the hand as he'd clasp hers in his own and pull the woman almost up on the stage to stand before him. A winning look was given to Batman, the two men exchanging a look that spoke volumes of the history between them. Joker saw this as a victory in their eternal war now, realizing just how much the thought of marrying Harley deep down disgusted Batman. The squeeze to her hand, and a dirty wink and smile as a parting shot, that led to him looking to the woman at his side. Holding on the vision of her in the dress, he'd allow his gaze to roam up to her shoulder and bare neck before that mane of bleached hair. And now he'd look at the priest presented and held hostage before them. A gun had been trained to the back of his head, one of the goons having been informed to keep his weapon unloaded for the sake of no accidents. As he'd clear his throat, Joker would focus that intense look upon the holy man whilst his lips found themselves lapping at the ruby red paint and tasting the chemical flavor in it's passing. A single sniff and observation as the man's book creaked open and he'd begin to start reading off something that not a soul probably believed about God at this point.

Thankfully her time with Joker told her that he would do that --- she was able to not look like she had been pulled up on the stage with him. She looked at him like no one else in the world would look at him. Like she loved him and actually cared about him. Well he claimed this victory, she stared into his eyes, her hand still clasped onto his, she never understood why the bridal couple where always touching at weddings, but she'd gotten it now. She knew what all those brides she'd watched get married in her old life and on tv felt. She didn't want to ruin this moment by looking to the right and seeing Batman still standing there. Well the 'Holy' man spoke, Harley couldn't help but feel a little bit uncomfortable. Once again, she giggled whispering in the a voice that only Joker could hear she made the comment, "Perhaps this isn't the time to ask if he knows Hebrew is it?", a tongue in cheek reference that the bride wasn't a christian, no no, she was a jew. Well, she used to be.

The words that came from him were of little intrest to the mad man whom's own inner clock was winding and spinning in a varying degree of different twists and turns this celebration could take. Part of him wanted to keep sneaking looks back at Harley, but whenever he would attempt to he'd catch the sight of Harley and would feel the need to focus on her. The comment she slipped to him was barely audible, but enough so that he could hear it. There was a pause in his trainwreck to wonder if she had wanted to kill him and attempt to see if anyone here could accomadate Harley's request. Deciding that there had probably been enough killing and having to attempt a last minute replacement could prove diasterous to the occasion, he'd quite that inner turmoil noticing the priest was following the basic outline of the wedding that had already been mapped out. He would poorly try to replace the names of the grieving Groom and the departed Bride with the appro names that now stood in their places, before he'd ask for everyone to rise for worship. Joker felt the need to interject at this point as he'd cough into his fist and simply stare at the priest, who'd clumsily mumble a never mind into the microphone and kill the fanfare that was starting.

She was trying her best to remain just as calm as he was; her lips where still black even if her make-up had been toned down quite a bit. She looked peaceful, but nervous all at the same time, she wasn't listening to the Priest anymore, she was just too busy looking at Joker. Studying him, she'd gotten to know him so well that she could tell something was wrong, but she didn't know what it was yet. There was something or so she thought. She laughed when the preacher mumbled against it, she was already not enjoying this preacher, with his bad attempts of fitting their names in the original's places, she was already feeling uncomfortable in front of everything, at least the bride and groom's side, the original ones. Her thumb would rub against his gloved hand, looking at him --- whispering something to him, something that was so uncharacteristically Harley Quinn, at least this point in her life, she whispered about being nervous. She hadn't been nervous since the first life she took, but now her stomach was in knots, but the while her thumb rubbed against his hand, as if it was calming him down.

The blacken eyes locked on to the preacher with a moment of contempt, before he would suddenly be asked to recite vows to one another. Joker would squint at the man when he gestured they'd turn to each other, and he'd shift ever so slightly to now be facing Harley Quinn. Freedom to turn, that purple and green number visible with that gun still tucked so in the belt, and he gave a soft snort at her being nervous as if that was hogwash and shouldn't be concerning. This allowed him to once more have full view of the left side of the room, delivering his cold stare off into the masses and taking notice of Jim as if it was the first time he had seen him. Another putz he had forgotten to rub their face into. Again that look lingered on the man for far too long before he'd notice the preacher was giving him some sort of gesture that he wanted him to repeat after him. Bloody smile was lambasted heavily at the man before he'd respond. "Do I look like Scarface? I'm not repeating a thing you say, I've.. come prepared." That gaze locked on the cherubic like woman infront of him, his own little blonde pixie whom was acting the part of the nervous bride to a t. Yeah, acting, he'd amuse himself with that view of it while he'd clear his voice and begin talking to Harley with that devilish pitch in his voice. "I, Joker, do solemnly swear, to never leave you behind in Arkham Asylum longer than necessary, to never use you as a human shield, nor trip you while we get away. I shall never look at another woman as long as you notice, nor ever pick the biggest gun ahead of you. I won't let anyone ever touch you, physically or emotional, without peeling off all their muscles with a knife. I promise, that as soon as we're done with this, while I'm beating that freak in the mask as many time as he can physically withstand, I'll let you take a few shots at him. Oh... and ah... forever and ever, until death do one of us part."

With a clear view of the proceedings, Eddie would give an exasperated sigh seeing the arm behind Joker's back and the crossed fingers, unsure of if Joker was lying or if he was being amusing for his own sick humor. His own face wandered into his hands as he begrudgingly kept his trap shut.

She'd bite down on her bottom lip, her nervous habit of course. She listened to the generic wedding vows given to the couple, one thing the couple wasn't was generic. She was hopeful though, hopeful that Joker would make some kind of vow. Even if it was just the love part of it. Both of her hands where in Joker's well the preacher spoke, and she could not hide her shocked look when he said he'd come prepared. Well that bottom lip was still trapped in her teeth --- she was always a softy when it came into weddings, and well she had promised herself that she wouldn't cry at her own wedding. When he took his vows she started to cry, it was a cross behind a happy cry and a giggle, he was making her laugh. He was making her smile, he was making her make up run. It was her turn to speak, "And I Harley Quinn, do promise to love, honor and obey you, and I also to always have ya back, never let anyone get the jump on ya, I promise to always come to a job armed. I promise not to put myself in a lot of situations where a guy touches me --- and I promise not to hit Batsy too hard with my baseball bat. Until death do we part." She had not noticed that Joker had his fingers crossed behind his back, of course, those vows sounded like something he would be able to commit too. She was too happy to even notice if he could or couldn't.

Joker's attention rested solely on Harley as she began to cry, listening to her own vows given to him. He had a moment of softening and giving her a dopey smile before letting her finish with her spiel. The crowd would continue to remain restless, most of the hostages unable to not watch the situation for fear of reprisal from that demented clown couple. Batman's own gaze was locked steadily on Joker, unflinching and unmoving in his obsession with crafting an escape. The preacher would allow a moment to pass before reaching that oh so important part. He would ask if anyone in attendences had any reason these two should not be wed. Joker's own hand came back around, as he'd drag the gun out by it's holster and dangle the weapon awkwardly at his side, swinging it about in a motion and whistling pleasantly before shooting a look out into the audiences. The point was made, as not a soul would speak up after a few seconds. With a curt nod, H.D. was stepping into prominences with the rings on that pillow.

There was no doubt in anyone's mind that Harley's vows where there true --- and having that small moment where she could see Joker soften was enough for her. She could die happy after that, it was one of those images that would always be in her mind until the day she died. She wanted to whisper something sweet at the moment but she decided against it, especially when the Preacher asked if anyone wanted to object to their unholy union. She'd look towards Joker gun, suggestivity, like he needed to shoot someone to get his point, or if he did shoot someone she'd be right behind on him on his decision. She broke her gaze from Joker for just a moment to see HD coming towards them with a pillow in hand. They where getting bands too both of them, she'd turn back to Joker an impressed look all over her face.

The man would watch Humphrey begin to take those stares, a brief glimpse of worry that he might fall over and lose the rings, or something altogether worse than that. Like eat them. With a hand that showed signs of being gentle, he would pluck the ring from it's pillow and draw fingers about the golden O with a moment of percision. Moving to grasp her hand in his own, he'd draw it up and listen to the man again prattle on about the sanctity of the situation at hand. He of course was almost to the point of shooting the priest with irritation when he was finally allowed to slip that band across the woman's finger with a quick push. That bond there now, he'd again tuck his gun and go to tug his glove off and allow that hand to be exposed. Digits waved about as if contact with free air was foreign to them, before he'd present his own hand towards the petite clown and allow her to take part in her own participation in the next step of the wedding. The man had tried his hardest to emulate the act of marriage, his own expression settling tightly upon her as he found himself for once being wrapped up in the woman fully when she was actually clothed. He gave in, that dangerous man allowing her to complete again her part in the trapping of that wild man with the unknown past, finding himself actually drawn into watching her own glassy teared eyes with a faint look of concern for all the water works.

She stared at him, her eyes looking more and more like the image she'd tried to create time and time again when she went into battle with him. She did not put up a fight with her hand was grabbed and brought up to him, even if she'd been keeping that hand away from any who dared to look at it, as her engagement ring was on that finger. A rock that sparkled insanely under the lights of the church. The band that was meant for her would slide onto her finger, and she stared at her finger in disbelief for a moment. She held his band in her hand, looping it around her fingers until he was ready. She was wondering how she'd slip it over the leather gloves he always wore but was shocked when she saw he'd removed his gloves. She could hardly remember when he did so, only when he was in caught, eyes studied his hand, long whispy fingers. Taking his hand in her much softer own, she'd slide the band down his finger and took a deep breath, she was gentle when she did it. Of course she was always gentle and sweet with him. She was holding back more water works as she did so; she was crying for so many reasons, all the while some what obviousness to the fact that he was faintly concerned.

--
a/n; they stole someone else's wedding. so it's not like all of this was planned by them. they just stole it, so kind of planned. this log goes with 'white wedding' so ya. and for once a picture i barely had to touch brittany. i spent more time on heath, which is always nice. oh and batman give her away, yes i'm going to need to edit more i think.