Only those not paying attention / taking it at face value / or looking for something to complain about… actually believe The Joker was pimping out or “giving” Harley to Monster T.
The Joker barely registered Monster T when he sat at the table. He didn’t look at him, shake his hand or say a word (though in the extended version he responds sarcastically). The second Monster T called Harley a ‘bad bitch’, the performance started and he became his best friend. Those who are around Joker a lot, like Frost, will have seen this before, and knew he was dead.
Why do you think when Joker calls Harley over, and tells her “you belong to him now” she doesn’t even blink twice and just happily sits on his knee? It’s not because she’s used to being given away, it’s because she’s playing along.
Monster T soon understands his mistake and quickly tries to backtrack while keeping calm. But he’s already been backed into a corner. When Joker mimics Monster T with “you don’t want no beef?!” he’s really saying - ‘it’s too late’.
Notice the watches on Harley’s arm. These are obviously murder tokens from the men they have done this to before.
What you are watching here, is two cats playing with a mouse before they eat it. A mouse that swaggered in thinking it was a dog.
DCEU Joker and Harley seem to operate as a sort of tag team. No whispers, no winks, no signals. They just know. There is no way this Joker who searched for Harley for so long would ‘give her away’. And there is no way the Harley that chased down her Mr J on a motorcycle would leave so easily.
They are King and Queen of Gotham, and they don’t share.
Downstairs, the kegster is still in full swing. Bitty can feel the music vibrating up through the floor as he paces his room. He only has a couple of minutes before Jack needs to join him, and he can’t sit still in excitement. His excuse to leave the party–making sure his room is still locked and vomit free–will only buy him a little time.
He’s been desperate to be alone with Jack all night. He just wants to talk to him and smile at him and knock that hat off his head and not worry about who will see. He wants to talk to Jack about the game and also kiss his face.
He paces the short length of his room again and checks his phone. He wonders if Jack got caught up talking to someone and can’t get past them. He starts to think he should give up and go back downstairs and try again later. But Jack can’t stay all night, he’s got to go home soon.
Bitty flips his phone over in his hands a few times and starts towards the door to check the hallway to see if Jack is on his way when there’s a gentle knock.
He composes himself but still opens the door embarrassingly fast and Jack grins at him from the other side, as handsome as ever with his Samwell hat flipped backwards on his head.
“I was starting to think I’d been stood up,” Bitty says softly.
Jack leans in close, not quite kissing, and backs Bitty into the room while shutting the door behind them with his foot. The moment he hears the door click, he rocks forward the rest of the way and kisses Bitty solidly, pushing his hands into his hair.
He pulls away and says, “Hi,” and kisses Bitty again before he can respond. Jack covers Bitty’s face with short kisses and walks them towards the bed. Bitty laughs and pushes at Jack’s chest when Jack kisses his temple and nuzzles his hair.
“Jack! Honey, calm down.”
“You’re so great,” Jack says and kisses him again. Bitty makes a muffled noise and huffs when Jack pulls away again.
“Let me breathe, lord.”
“No can do, Bits. You were so good tonight. You’re so good. I’m so proud.”
“Oh come on–”
Jack pushes Bitty backwards until the backs of his knees hit the bed and keeps pushing until he climbs back onto it. Jack flops down next to him and leans over to kiss him again.
“I wanted to kiss you in the locker room,” he says.
They take a moment to look at each other, just look and be next to each other and grin.
Bitty reaches out and grabs Jack’s hat and tosses it away.