We stepped out of the boat onto grey cobblestone. We were surrounded by beautiful old houses stacked up and crammed together, each one topped with red brick. I gasped, grabbed the Joker's hand.

"Isn't it beautiful?" He grunted and started to walk, peering up around us. The street was empty, the cobblestone well worn but not today.

"Come on, in here." We were in front of what looked like a shop, the door bright blue and above it a sign: 'Ricci's tailor shop'. He rapped on the door with his knuckles, and almost instantly the door opened. We were let in by a strange, old looking man with a slight beard and sunken eyes. He wore casual trousers and a loose top, and smiled when he saw us, the sides of his eyes crinkling.

"Come, come in. I have clothes for you." He spoke in slow, broken english but his enthusiasm was clear. Obviously we were important customers. He showed us inside, into polished mahogany wood floor and a tastefully decorated room. The old man disappeared behind the counter and came out in seconds holding a suit in one hand, and in the other a beautiful blue dress. I gasped and ran forward.

"It's beautiful! Really beautiful! Oh, thank you!" He bowed, and handed the suit to the Joker.

"Changing rooms - over there." He pointed a finger to two white doors at the side of the room and handed me a makeup bag and creamy shoes. I grinned and flounced over to one of them, opening it. Inside was a plain white room, with a hanger and a mirror nailed to one wall and a small basin on the other. I closed the door behind me and stripped off, taking my hair down with me, and looked at myself in the mirror.

Blood was smeared all over my face, crusted in my hair. I turned on the taps and washed the blood off my face and neck, before moving on to my hair. The water ran a dark red and swirled down the drain, chunks of congealed blood going with it. I paused for a moment and watched it go, then dried my face off with a fluffy white towel and pushed my old clothes to the corner of the changing room with my foot, the smell of blood and death attached to them.

The dress smelt faintly of vanilla and something I couldn't quite put my finger on, something sweet like pomegranate. I zipped it up, and it fitted perfectly, hugging my figure and bringing out the bright blue of my eyes.

I smiled at my reflection, then smoothed my hair down, my dress, and flipped my hair to one side, before stepping out, heels clicking against the floor.

I looked up to find the Joker staring at me, his head tilted up. I raised my eyebrows and twirled.

"Don't I look good?" He nodded slowly, and I stepped forward, brought my lips to his. "I thought so." I whispered. 

"Oh Harley, you're so beautiful...but I prefer you in red." I frowned, looked up in his eyes. Something about his voice was...I felt his hands grasp my face hard and out of the corner of my eye saw a red cloth come up to my mouth. I didn't have time to breath. I didn't have time to be angry. Just confusion. I felt my eyes roll back into my head.

"J?..." I murmured, my voice muffled.

The darkness swamped my mind, but not before I felt my heart breaking.