The Joker was observing the monster he had fed and brought to life. That, however, didn't necessarily mean he was okay with some of the things she did with other men.

Watching this interaction with the waiter made his hand reach into his holster for his gun. He wasn't grinning when he pulled it out and without a word pointed it at the waiter as if he had been doing any of the flirting. The appearance of the gun made the waiter nearly stumble backwards as he panicked. The reaction at least brought a smirk on those red lips before the young man fled, leaving his notepad behind.

The reaction made him laugh, making shooting the man unnecessary. Looking back to Harley he still felt that strange twist in his stomach. Only she had ever made him feel that.

"Tell me...that you're only mine..."