Ok so I was watching Batman Beyond: Return of the Joker the other day, and you know how at the end of it (SPOILER ALERT) Harley Quinn goes to pick up her grandaughters and many people assume she had a kid with the Joker? Well after it I was watching the first Young Justice episode and Robin says "No thanks, the batcaves crowded enough." and this little plot bunny popped into my head so here we go!
Oh and eventual Spitfire, DickxBabs, M'gannxSuperboy and maybe I'll through in a few others...
Disclaimer: I do not own the Batman franchise or Young Justice and I never will.
October 15th
A sharp gasp escaped from the young woman's lips as she stared at the object in her hand. She willed herself not to sob; after all, she was in the woman's bathroom. Pull yourself together Harl. Breathe in and out. In and out. She thought to herself, closing her eyes in an effort to calm down. It took her a few minutes but she calmed down enough to stop the chocking sobs threatening to spill.
"Dr. Quinzel?" her boss, Joan Lelane, called as she opened the door.
"I'll be right out," Harley managed to say without her voice cracking.
"Are you sure you don't want to go home?" the kind doctor asked, "Maybe you're not completely over that nasty case of the flu you had last week."
"I'm fine r-really," Harley said, cursing to herself when the crack in her voice betrayed her.
"Harley?" Joan asked softly, knocking on the door, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing-," Harley gulped back tears.
"Harley, open the door."
"I-I…." the tears began streaming down her cheeks and she began gasping.
"Harley, open the door. Let me help you," Joan said softly. Harley grasped the lock and slid it open with her empty hand. The tears were blinding her, making Joan's face a blur as she hugged her, "Tell me what's wrong Harley."
"It's-…. I-….the-…." Harley couldn't stop her sobs enough to tell her kind boss so she held the object of her torture out to the raven-haired woman.
"Oh Harley," she said in sympathy, "Why don't we get you to the doctor?"
"Why?" Harley sniffed.
"To make sure you and the baby are ok."
"Ok," she sniffed, wiping her face and following the doctor out of the room.
When Harley got home to her little two room apartment, she sighed and dropped herself on the small couch. Her eyes welled up with tears again as she remembered how her condition came to be.
It was about a month ago. She had been working for Arkam Asylum for about five months and had fallen for one of her clients within that short time. The Joker was one of the worst villains, being the most evil and insane of the supervillians who terrorized Gotham City. But to her, he was a troubled, confused little boy calling out for someone to laugh at his antics. She fell for him and fell hard.
He had just escaped, all of Gotham was on high alert while she was clutching her pillow and chewing her lip in worry for her poor Mr. Jay. Just when she was about to run out and begin searching for him herself, the Joker was smiling in her doorway.
"Harley, Harley, Harley. Worried about little ole me?" he laughed in delight as she threw the pillow away and leaped into his arms.
"Mistah Jay!" she squealed, unable to stop the girly, bubbly nature that always seemed to pop out whenever the Joker was around.
"So this is your place? Tsk tsk," the Joker said as he dropped her on the couch, "But it will do."
"So what do you want to do Mistah Jay?" Harley asked, jumping off the couch and snuggled into the pale clown while batting her eyelashes at him.
"Plot my revenge of Batman," Joker laughed and sat at Harley's kitchen table. Harley huffed as he pulled out blueprints. Suddenly she got an idea and slipped off her bathrobe, revealing a sexy red and black nightgown. Harley slid on the table.
"Hem-hem," she coughed, smiling seductively.
"Not now, I'm busy," Joker said, not even looking up.
"Aww come on puddin'! Don't you want to rev up your Harley?" she held her arms out like she was holding on to a motorbike, "Vroom, vroom!"
"Harley! I am trying to work!" Joker snapped at her, shoving her off the table. Harley fell with a thump and one of her straps fell down, revealing a little more of her chest.
"Sorry puddin'," Harley sighed, "I just wanted to make tonight special."
"Why?" the Prince of Clowns looked down at her.
"Well, it's just you and me alone. All alone. No one to interrupt," Harley smiled seductively as she realized that she finally captured his attention.
"It would be nice to have a little fun," he gave her a smirk. Harley squealed happily and jumped into his lap.
"So let's have some fun!" she yelled out and cuddled into him.
That night had caused something wonderful to happen, and something awful. To have a child with the man she loved was a dream come true to Harley but the father was also an evil psychotic criminal with a bat for an archenemy.
"Oh," Harley moaned. She didn't know what to do, should she keep the baby or not? The more Harley thought about it, the more she wanted to keep it. She could just see a little girl running around her apartment, playing with dolls, laughing at Sesame Street with an adorable little giggle. Or a little boy throwing a ball to her, running around with plastic airplanes, coloring pictures for her.
"I guess we're going to be a little family," Harley sniffed, placing a hand on her almost nonexistent baby bump.
April 1st
For the next six months, Harley tried to hide the pregnancy from as many people as she could. Even Joker had no clue but than again Harley had very limited access to dangerous villains. Joan had seen to it that Harley and her baby were well protected from the maniacs of Arkam. She even went as far as putting Harley on desk duty for the rest of her pregnancy. At eight months, the blonde doctor was sitting at her desk in boredom.
"Harley! Quick, we have to get you out of here!" Dr. Brian Carter yelled and pulled her out of her seat.
"What's going on?" Harley asked, running with him.
"There's been a mass break out. Joan sent me to get you out of here first," Brian said and shoved her into the elevator. Unfortunately for Harley and Brian, just as they were almost out of Arkam, a band of inmates cornered them.
"Harley, Harley, Harley. You haven't come to see me in a while. I missed you but I see you didn't miss me all that much," a cold, maniacal voice laughed. Brian jumped in front of Harley, protecting her from the group of lunatics.
"Stay away from her," he hissed.
"Boys, why don't you have playtime with our favorite therapist's protector while I have fun time with her," the Joker laughed as Brian was ripped away from Harley and attacked, "So Harls, I see you've been busy. I guess you were just playin' me huh?"
"It's not what you think," Harley breathed, and backed up until her back hit the wall, a protective hand over her bump.
"Really? Than how did this happen? Curtsey of your little friend over there?" the manic clown poked her stomach.
"No, the baby's yours. She's yours, I swear," Harley nodded. The Joker's smile grew wider and he pressed his body against hers.
"Well, I guess I'll have to fix this little mistake won't I?" he whispered and pulled out a pocket knife.
"What? You can't," Harley protested and tried to move away but Joker stopped her.
"Sorry Harls," he said but didn't look sorry at all. Harley let out a scream when the Joker stabbed her swollen stomach. Harley slid down to the floor in pain, "Come visit me sometime."
With that, he let out a manic laugh and ran away. His fellow criminals followed him out the door, leaving a bloody, unmoving Brian. Harley began screaming for help. The knife was still imbedded in her stomach but fortunately, Harley could still feel the baby moving around, kicking frantically as a warm liquid pour out between her legs. Blood was pouring into a puddle bellow her. It seemed forever before someone found her. Surges of pain were coursing through her, at first they seemed to come at random intervals but by the time Joan had come, they were only a few minutes apart.
"Harley!" she shouted and ran towards her.
"They…k-killed…Br-Brian," the blonde gasped out.
"Is the baby ok?" Joan asked fearfully.
"I…..think….she….was….k-kicking," Harley said before letting out a strangled cry as she felt immense pain.
"Harley! What's wrong?"
"I….dunno….I think….think…I'm.….in...labor," she gasped.
"Oh God, Harley. It's going to be ok. I'm going to help you," Joan said, helping Harley pull down her underpants, "Next contraction, I need you to push."
"Ok," Harley gasped out. After an excruciating painful time, Harley and Joan heard the sound they prayed for, the baby's cry, "Oh, thank God."
"It's a little girl," Joan breathed, "The paramedics are coming, Harley."
"That's good," she said, feeling strange, "I'm going to take a nap now, ok? Night."
"Harley? No Harley. Come on, wake up," Joan began to panic, "Help! Somebody help!"
April 5th
"Where am I?" Harley mumbled as she woke up. She was in a strange room with monitors all around her. She felt strange, like a part of her was missing. Harley went to touch her bloated stomach but found it flat. Bolting up in shock, Harley jumped out of her bed and ran out the door. Well, she would have ran out the door if a person hadn't been blocking it.
"Harley! You're awake!" Joan said and gave her a hug, "You've been sleeping for days."
"Where's my baby?" Harley asked frantically.
"She's fine. Would you like to see her?" Joan asked and led Harley to the premature unit, "You know you have to name her."
"I know," she said.
"Here she is, Baby Quinzel," Joan said, pointing to the little baby wiggling in her pink blanket in the plastic bassinette.
"She's beautiful. Can I hold her?" Harley asked.
"I'll get a nurse," Joan smiled. The nurse brought the baby to Harley in her room.
"Have you thought of what to name her?" she asked.
"Yeah, Jackilyn Quinn Napier," Harley smiled down at her. Joan waved goodbye as a candy stripper entered with a vase containing a pink rose and a note.
"Someone dropped this off for you. You've got a secret admirer," she said and placed it by Harley's bed. She picked up the card and smiled to herself.
Get well soon Harls. I miss you
- Mr. J
"Oh," Harley squealed. She didn't know why but even though Joker had stabbed her and tried to kill their child, she still loved him. She couldn't wait to see him again.
July 2nd
Robin sighed in boredom. Batman and himself were sitting on the rooftop of Gotham Hospital. The night had been quiet, no breakouts or robberies or murders to be heard of. Unfortunately for the Dynamic Duo, it was also raining, pouring really.
"Can we just go home? No one in their right mind would do something in this weather," Robin asked. He just gained a look in response. Robin flopped on his back with a grunt.
"An hour," Batman grumbled. The Boy Wonder jumped up and smiled at his mentor. The older superhero rolled his eyes behind his cowl before swinging to the next roof. Just as he landed, he heard a sound, "Robin?"
"It wasn't me," he called back. The young boy then ran off, following the sound which he realized was a cry. Batman sighed at the energetic and impulsive boy.
"Bats? You're gonna want to see this," Robin's voice whispered from the radio. As soon as Batman got to Robin, even he was a bit shocked. Robin was huddling over an infant, left in the rain-soaked alley by an abandoned warehouse.
"Was anyone else here?"
"No, just the baby and a carrier. We should take it inside, it's soaked," Robin answered.
Without a word, Batman called for his Batmobile. From the time Batman and Robin had found her and the time they had got back to the cave, the baby continued to cry. Robin tried to hush it but the baby refused to stop, crying even louder when Batman took a blood sample. Alfred shook his head at the boy before taking the baby, quieting it swiftly. The light green eyes took in the cave as best as a baby's could. Batman began searching on his computer with Robin silently reading over his shoulder.
"Her name is Jackilyn Quinn Napier," the Dark Knight stated after awhile, staring up at the file, "Her mother is Doctor Harlene Quinzel."
"Harley Quinn?" Robin asked in shock. The new villainous had only been causing terror in Gotham for a few months, along side the Joker.
"Yes and according to the DNA results, she also belongs to Joker."
"Master Bruce, if you are done with Miss Jackilyn, I will take her upstairs for a warm bath and give her dry cloths," Alfred said, rocking the still soaked baby. Bruce nodded, removing his cowl.
"How old is she?" Robin asked as he too removed his mask.
"About four months old."
"Wow Harley and Joker left their baby out in the street. Nice parenting style they have, huh Bruce?" Dick noted sarcastically. It was quiet as they entered the elevator and as they got out of the secret entrance in the clock.
"Hey Bruce?" Dick said in a small voice, "Is Jackilyn going to be sent to a foster home?"
"Yes," he answered, knowing exactly where Dick was going.
"Well, I've been to one and they're no fun at all. Why don't we adopt her?" Dick asked, eyes pleading with him. Bruce sighed.
"I don't know, Dick. I have two jobs that keep me away from home a lot and you have school and patrolling, Jason has school and training, not to mention Alfred has this whole house to clean without a baby to add to it. I don't think it's a good idea."
"Please Bruce! I've always wanted a baby sister! I promise I'll help!" Dick begged, giving Bruce a full out pout. The very same pout he gave him when he first wanted to be Robin and Bruce said no. Look how well that turned out.
"I'll think about it," Bruce said, biting his lip in an effort to not say yes to the boy. How he had become wrapped around Dick's little finger so quickly, he would never know.
"Yes!" Dick yelled, pumping his fist in triumph before running to his bedroom to get sleep. Bruce wandered down to the kitchen, where Alfred was giving Jackilyn a bath in the sink.
"I think it would be a good idea to have a little girl around the house, Master Bruce. It would provide some company for Master Richard and Master Jason and maybe make them grow up a bit," Alfred said, wrapping the wiggling infant in a towel.
"But what about when Dick, Jason and I are not home, I can't leave you to take care of her and the rest of the house all by your self," Bruce argued.
"I'm sure I can manage. I could always call the young masters' old babysitter if needed. I'm sure Miss Gordon would love to help, she always enjoyed babysitting Master Richard and Master Jason," Alfred handed the baby to Bruce, "Please hold her while I get something for her to wear."
"Ok," Bruce muttered and took the towel encased baby. She was quiet now, little hands reaching towards his face, only managing to grip some of his cape. The billionaire smiled down at her and held out his fingers for her to grab. She giggled and grabbed his pointer finger, her little hand barely able to wrap around it.
"Hi Jackie, little Jackie Quinn," he said in a little baby voice. He lifted her in the air and blew a raspberry in her belly. Jackilyn let out a squeal of happiness.
"Does this mean we're keeping her?" Dick asked from the doorway to the kitchen, Jason was standing next to him, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Bruce twirled around, pulling the baby into the crock of his arm.
"I guess so," Bruce laughed, Dick ran over to him, giving him a hug and kissed the top of Jackilyn's head.
"Can I hold her?" Dick asked, holding out his hands. Bruce nodded and handed her to him.
"Hold her head, keep a hand on her back," Bruce said and smiled when Dick gave him a look.
"I've held a baby before, ya know," he scowled. Jason rolled his eyes and plopped on one of the chairs and laid his head on the table, muttering something about waking him up when it was his turn.
"Oh pudding! Where are you?" Harley Quinn called, walking into their hideout with her arms full of stolen food. The hideout was oddly silent, "Puddin? Mr. J? Hello? Anyone home?"
"Oh hello Harls!" Joker called as he walking out from their bathroom.
"Hi sweetums!" she squealed, dropping the food and embracing him, "Where's Jackie? I stole the cutest outfit for her!"
"About that," Joker smiled innocently, "I decided to have a little quiet time so I left her in an alley."
"You what!" Harley shouted and shoved him away.
"Well she got fresh air, aren't children suppose to get that?" Joker said, backing up slightly, after all an angry mother-bear Harley is something to be trifled with.
"YOU LOUSY, SCUM SUCKING CREEP! SLIMY RAT! I'LL KICK THAT SILLY GRIN OF YOUR FACE!(1)" she screamed and began to chase after him.
"So let me get this straight. You and Dick were taking a walk, in the rain, and heard a baby crying. Instead of calling the police, you took her home and decided to adopt her?" Officer McCloud asked suspiciously. Bruce and Dick nodded, Alfred rocking little Jackilyn behind them with Jason leaning against the wall, playing with his DS.
"Ok," he muttered and handed Bruce some papers, "Fill these out and a social worker will come in a month to check that the child is taken care of properly. Oh and this one is for you to give her a name."
"Thank you Officer," Bruce said, giving him a charming smile as the policeman walked out of the room.
"Is she going to keep her last name?" Dick asked, "I think we should change it to 'Wayne'."
"Sure," Bruce nodded. As soon as he filled out the papers and gave them to the officers, Bruce took the three children shopping and gave Alfred a few hours off.
"I was going to buy that for the cave!" Dick yelled as Jason ripped the X-box game out of his hand.
"Too bad Dickie-bird!" Jason taunted and ran to Bruce, "Bruce? Can I get this?"
"No," he answered, "And before you ask, I know you took that from Dick."
"Why do you have to be a good detective?" Jason muttered angrily before shoving the game into Dick's hands.
"Thanks Bruce," the acrobat smiled at his adoptive father.
"You're not getting it either," he told him, "You do remember what I said about telling anyone your ID, do you?"
"Yes," Dick gulped.
"And that includes Mr. West, does it not?"
"Sorry," Dick muttered and went to put the game away.
"Bruce! Look what I found!" Jason shouted as he ran towards him with a stuffed animal. It was not an ordinary stuffed animal but it looked almost like a round black ball with batwings and pointy ears sticking out of its ball of a body/head which had little white triangles for eyes. Jason was laughing as Jackilyn reached out towards it.
"It looks like she likes it," Dick snickered as he walked up behind Jason.
"Give it to me," Bruce sighed and gave it Jackilyn. She giggled happily and began suck on one of the ears, "Ok, I think we have enough stuff for her right now. Alfred ordered a crib and a changing table and we brought her a few outfits and toys."
"What about diapers and formula?" Dick asked, smirking as Bruce smiled sheepishly. Dick and Jason laughed at him before running to get the stuff as Bruce went to the check out. By the time it was Bruce's turn to check out, Dick and Jason were racing each other to him.
"Dick! Jason! What have I said about running in stores?" Bruce scowled at them. Dick stopped suddenly and Jason, who was right behind him, slammed into his back causing both boys to fall to the floor. The diaper package flew out of Dicks hands and landed a few feet from them. Unfortunately for the boys, one of the formula bottles broke open and showered them with powder.
"Oops," Jason muttered.
"Dick, Jason," Bruce sighed, "Go to the car please, and take Jackilyn with you."
"Yes Bruce," Dick said in an apologetic tone while taking Jackilyn. Jason just rolled his eyes and stormed away, muttering something about 'it's that stupid acrobat's fault.'
"I am so sorry for the boys, they're very immature," Bruce apologized to the store manager and the cashier.
"Its ok, they are just children," the kind elderly cashier said as she rang him up.
"They're ten and thirteen, I think they should know better," Bruce said, giving her a laugh.
"Boys need to have fun a little more than girls who grow up a little faster. Your daughter won't give you as much trouble as the boys will but trust me, you'll miss it," the old cashier said.
"I guess I'll trust you on that ma'am," Bruce smiled and walked back to his black Aston Martin Vanquish (2). As Bruce opened the driver side door, he was temped to close it and walk away. Jason and Dick were yelling at each other as Jason was shoving Dick's face into one of the seats. The older boy was scratching and punching the red-head (3) as well as he could. The noise they were creating was making Jackilyn cry, loudly and flailing her arms. The stuffed bat that had been in her hands, was on the ground, as she threw it when the boys refused to pay attention to her crying.
"Jason! Let go of Dick this instant! And Dick, front seat, now!" Bruce shouted. Both boys jumped. Jason immediately let go of Dick who scrambled to the front seat. Bruce unstrapped Jackilyn from her seat and comforted her until her sobbing was reduced to occasional whimper which completely stopped when Jason handed her the stuffed bat.
"What were you two fighting about, this time?" Bruce asked calmly after a long period of silence as he drove back to the Wayne Manor. Both started telling their version at the same time, trying to talk louder than the other, "One at a time! Dick first."
"Of course," Jason hissed, earning himself a glare from Bruce which he tried to imitate but failed.
"Well, I was buckling Jackilyn in while Jason was kicking the seat in front of him. I asked him to stop but he didn't feel like it so I grabbed his feet and he attacked me," Dick said, giving Jason a smirk of superiority.
"That's so not what happened, idiot! You were being all self-righteous and acting like you're the boss of me! Guess what, shithead, you're not the boss of me and never will be!" Jason shouted, kick the back of Dick's seat for good measure.
"Jason! Do not use that kind of language!" Bruce shouted, "I don't care if your angry with you're brother or me!"
"He's not my brother! And you're not my father!" Jason shouted, "He's dead!"
"Jason! I may not be your biological father but I care for you and adopted so legally I am your father," Bruce told him, his voice a little softer when he noticed Jason tearing up in his mirror.
"I don't care," he muttered, trying to spite Bruce but failing as Bruce wasn't dubbed the Greatest Detective for nothing.
"Jason," Bruce started as he pulled the car into the driveway. Before he could finish his sentence, Jason jumped out of the car and ran into the mansion.
"Why couldn't you have left him in the orphanage?" Dick mumbled as he picked up some bags and stormed into the house. Bruce sighed.
"Something wrong sir?" Alfred asked as he came out to help Bruce.
"I don't understand those boys sometimes," he moaned, picking up Jackilyn.
"Master Jason feels you love Master Richard more than him and Master Richard feels Master Jason gets away with a lot more than you let him and that you seem to have more time for Jason than him. In a way, both boys feel slighted by you and are taking it out on their brother. Also, Master Jason misses his parents very much and feels he is betraying them if he begins to love you as a father figure," Alfred explained when Bruce gave him a confused look, Alfred added, "Late night cookie chats, people are easily trusting when they are sleepy and full of sweets."
"But I love them both in different ways and Jason gets in more trouble but I can't punish him for everything. I don't know how to handle the father figure thing with Jason though," Bruce sighed.
"Try talking to them both, tell Master Jason that you love him just as much as Master Richard and that there is nothing wrong with having two father figures and loving both. And tell Master Richard that Master Jason gets into more trouble than he ever did so he requires different parenting and that if he's feeling that you don't spend time with him again that you will spend just one on one time with him," Alfred advised him.
"What would I do without your advice Alfred?" Bruce asked, smiling at the old butler.
"Probably be wasted and alone one a curb somewhere," Alfred chuckled, grabbing the rest of the bags.
(1) Yes I did steal that from one of the episodes in Batman The Animated Adventures…..ironically Harley is pissed at Mr. J when she screams this….tehehe
(2) LOL Batman has a James Bond car…I just couldn't think of a better car for him
(3) Yes it's Ginger!Jason, don't worry Ginger!Jason haters, the ginger hair will disappear soon….yes Jason is going to do something to piss both Dick and Bruce off but will also screw himself over….LOL Jason…..
I hope you liked it and will review! More to come soon! Oh and constructive critism is good too, NO FLAMES!