A/N I hope you like it!

Their Little Monster

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Tell me what do I do about it when you break down and cry?
I try to give you all my love and affection; please believe me, I try
I know I've been unkind, I guess I wasn't much of a friend

Let's leave it all behind, 'cause I'm gonna love you
I'm gonna love you; i'm gonna love you till the end
There's so much you give me, so much to live for
When I'm feeling down, you just turn it around, and the pain Isn't there anymore

I know I've been unkind, I guess I wasn't much of a friend
Don't ever tell me lies, 'cause I'll always be your friend
So tell me what do I do about it when you break down and cry?
I try to give you all my love and affection; please believe me, I try

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"The strength of a family, like the strength of an army, lies in its loyalty to each other."

―Mario Puzo

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March 2013

Joker had been having an excellent dream.

He and his men had successfully pulled off another sure to be headlining bloodbath/recruitment for more men that had been lost in recent weeks. As they were leaving, they had come in contact with Batman, but just before the Joker could join in on the fight, he had been woken up by a harsh sound.

It sounded like someone being choked and not in the fun way.

The Joker almost laughed. When was someone being choked not fun?

Well, in this circumstance it was because he had only just gotten to sleep. He was known to be an insomniac; he grew restless, he preferred to be up and doing something worthwhile.

He attempted to ignore it, passing it off as his men roughhousing because if it had been important, there would have been more ruckus.

The Joker inhaled slowly as he let his eyes shut again, ready to return to his slumber of bloodshed.

Only to be pulled from the brink of sleep by the same sound.

Along with the noise of moaning. Moaning that he recognized.

He sighed. Harley had been ill for more than a long while, close to more than a few weeks. They had first came to know this when, instead of shooting someone that had attacked her, she had been sick all over their shoes just as she meant to pull the trigger.

The Joker, of course, had called for round the clock help for his little poppet but when they had insisted on touching her to see what was wrong, he had ended up splattering their brains all over the wall instead. Harley had insisted that she would be over it by the end of the day but, alas, she had only gotten worse.

"Hmmm?"The Joker hummed as he turned around to his other side, eyes still shut."Harls, if you're going to be sick, don't do it in the bed and do it silently. Now, be quiet, or Daddy will duck tape your pretty mouth shut."

The sounds didn't stop and Joker's nonexistent eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.

"Pumpkin, do not make me ask ag-"

He was cut off by a loud CRASH coming from the bathroom across the large master bedroom.

The Joker shot up, hand quickly grabbing his gun from underneath his pillow, wide awake. He glanced over at Harley's side of the bed, half expecting to see her still curled up sleeping peacefully. She never needed to worry about being harmed; she knew that her Puddin' wouldn't let anything happen to his pumpkin. The Joker ran his tongue along his lip as he noticed that Harley wasn't there.

His frown deepened as he hopped off of the king sized bed, storming towards the bathroom door.

"Harley?"

He got no response.

The Joker fired off a shot, pieces of the ceiling falling around him just as the door burst open and in stormed his henchmen.

More than willing to let them die for him, he pointed with his gun to the bathroom, eyes demanding that they enter.

"Get Harley. Kill whoever else in there."

They all nodded and, with their weapons ready, they all stormed into the bathroom, shots being fired.

The Joker grabbed one of his many knives off of his wall where they were all hanging proudly.

The sound of groans came from the bathroom and, just as he was about to join in on the fun, three of his dozen men were suddenly flying through the air, falling at his feet. The others soon followed, landing on top of the others.

The Joker raised his non existent eyebrows as he looked down at his battered men.

A silent what the fuck? came from his gaze.

Johnny, the leader, panted as he responded."Nothing wrong, sir."

"Then what is the fucking noise all about?"

As if on cue, his Queen came hopping out of the bathroom, arms in the air, dancing around in circles. Her kitten slippers, which meowed with each step she made, was the second sound in the room. Her happy giggling, along with her clapping was the first sound as she jumped around.

The only other time The Joker had seen her happy while she had been ill was when she had woken up to him placing a new teddy next to the many she had surrounding their bed.

"Harley, what is the meaning of this?"The Joker demanded, and his henchman smiled, expecting him to either scold or slap her for waking him up so early. But, instead, he went on a completely different rant."You are supposed to be in bed. I'm not having you dancing around like a fucking Looney Tune instead of getting better."

The henchmen's eyes widened at his rant, and just as The Joker opened his mouth to continue, he glanced at them, noticing their looks."What the fuck are you looking-"

Harley suddenly stopped dancing, and she lunged into The Joker's arms without thinking, locking her legs around her hips, her arms winding around his neck. He looked up at her, fury in his eyes that was slowly beginning to fade as she pressed up against him, her fingers tangling in his green hair.

She let out a happy squeal and, before The Joker could react, she leaned down and smashed her lips to his. The Joker let out a low growl as her teeth pulled on his bottom lip, nails scratching his neck as he responded to the kiss before she suddenly pulled away. He let out a non-impressed growl, clearly unhappy at the short duration of the kiss.

"Puddin'..."Harley moved up and down, like she couldn't stop dancing, even though she was joined like a Koala to a tree to her Puddin'."I have the best news."

When he stayed silent, she carried on, too happy to be fazed by his glare that was faltering the more she rubbed up against him."I know why i've been sick and gotten so-"

"Fat?"Kinney, one of the new recruits suddenly cut in without thinking.

Harley's smile dropped, and The Joker's glare deepened. His blue eyes left Harley's face and slowly zoomed in on the new henchman. Kinney suddenly became nervous.

Harley had been gaining weight, but Joker had put that down to her being ill. He could tell her that she was gaining weight, but he would gladly kill anyone else who thought they had the right to mutter the words.

"Bloated!"Kinney suddenly corrected himself, laughing nervously, eyes anywhere but the King and Queen."I-I mean that you've been ill and have gotten a bit bl-"

He didn't get to finish because a loud shot echoed throughout the room and Kinney fell to the ground, a bullet wound in his forehead.

Harley's frown faded, and her lips curled into a smile as she let out a flattered squeal. She turned back to her lover, touched at how he had defended her.

"My Puddin'..."She drawled, fingers running along his sharp jawline."So protective."

The Joker, forgetting about the others in the room, let his hands move up her thighs before they grabbed her ass, fingers creeping underneath the silk nightgown.

"What's your news?"

Her eyes went wide as she remembered what she had to tell him.

A child-like giggle fell from her lips, and her legs tightened around his hips, heels of her feet digging into his lower back. She had been waiting a long while, three months exactly, to tell her beloved Puddin' the great news.

Firstly, because she had been terrified to tell him and secondly, because she didn't want to fail him if he did react like she wanted because she knew that there was a risk the first few weeks. But she had waited a few more because, the usual fearless Harley Quinn, was nervous at her lover's reaction.

She couldn't hide the sickness, but she had put her slightly swollen stomach, not a lot swollen but noticeably tumid, down to being bloated.

"My Puddin'..."

Her hand fell from his cheek and a feral grin curled at her lips as her hand rubbed her stomach.

"...is going to be a daddy."

Present—Belle Reve

Harley let her eyes skim over the final words of the paragraph she had read over six times in ten minutes.

She wasn't bothered about the book.

The book was just a distraction.

Her mad but genius mind was plotting.

She had to get out of Belle Reve.

Her little devil, the only piece of her Puddin' she had left, needed her momma.

Satanya needed Harley.

They needed each-other and they would destroy the city in the memory of their protector.

Harley let out a small laugh as she imagined her little devil dancing around the flames.

They would live for him.

Harley smiled as the memory of her Puddin', unknowingly being watched by Harley, sitting in the rocking chair in Satanya's nursery, blankly staring at her crib. It may have been quite terrifying to anyone who would have seen the Clown Prince sitting in the rocking chair without blinking as he stared at the sleeping baby, but to Harley, it was the sweetest thing in the world.

He was watching over their little devil.

The Joker wasn't the best man in the world, yes, he had a temper and was cruel when he wanted to be, but he was loyal to both Harley and their daughter. He was fiercely possessive of what he deemed to be his, and the only person who hurt his queen and princess was him He did everything he could to reunite them, knowing that Harley's already damaged mind would grow worse if she was apart from her little family for much longer.

Instead of crying, she let out a giggle, a wide smile crawling onto her face as she stood, tossing aside her book, and walking over to her new Espresso machine.

She pressed a few buttons and set down her small cup, blankly staring at it slowly starting to fill up.

Then, all of a sudden, a loud crash echoed off the walls and dust filled the air.

And shots began to fire.

Harley skillfully backed away, shielding herself behind her Espresso machine, lowering herself to the ground.

She watched, eyes wide with both slight amusement and confusion, as armed 'soldiers' made their way around, shooting those who were guarding her cell. A few moments later, someone ran up, and when he began to saw his way into the cell, she smiled slightly but still felt the need to defend herself just in case they weren't friends.

Harley slowly stood as the shooting stopped and she watched as people parted like the red see as a tall figure made their way into the cell, helmet on.

They turned their head away from her as they pulled the mask from their face and Harley's heart skipped a beat, like it always did when her eyes saw the man who had that power over her, as his head turned toward her.

And gave her the smirk he only gave to his pumpkin.

"Puddin?!"

The Joker released a growl, the growl she loved to hear because it showed just how much he both desired her and had missed her. He tossed aside the helmet and made his way over to her, his blue eyes never leaving hers.

She lunged into his arms, a giggle spilling from her lips as she wound her arms around his neck, her eyes shutting contently as she buried her face into his neck. The Joker wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping her against him, making her stomach flutter.

Harley pushed the helmet off of his head, fingers brushing through his green hair, squeezing him tightly as if she thought he would disappear, as if he were a figment of her imagination. It had happened before over the long while they had been separated.

She finally let him go, hands on his shoulders.

If Harley Quinn could cry, she would have burst into tears at the sight of, what normal people would say, the love of her life.

"I thought-"

"I know."The Joker raised his hand, cupping her cheek, thumb brushing her full bottom lip."Don't you have any faith in me, pumpkin? I'm immortal...i'm forever."

She giggled loudly, the light back in her eyes, as he tapped her cheek."Daddy wouldn't leave behind his girls, would he?"

Harley shook her head, her smile falling at the mention of their daughter."Puddin'...before we have fun with the rest can I call home? I want to catch Satan before her bedtime."

The Joker frowned."Now why would you want to do that?"

Harley's frowned, too, but just as she opened her mouth to respond, The Joker raised his hand, stopping her."I have all that you need right here, poppet."

Harley's heart raced as The Joker turned his head, shouting on the usual henchman that would guard Satanya's door at night or babysit her. Harley perked up at the sound of small feet hitting the ground.

Her little devil was walking?

Harley felt a stab of anger hit her towards Batman and the others who had locked her up and made her miss her little devil's first steps.

"She's walking, Puddin'? When did she start walking?"

The Joker didn't get time to reply because a second later a tiny little girl, no older than a year old toddled in with the help of the Frost, The Joker's right-hand man, their most trusted soldier. He did a lot of work for the little girl given that her parents, while able to give her all that she desired, had no clue on how to take care of a baby. Harley did have moments where she was able to change her daughter or wake up at night for her, but that was when she wasn't dancing around in her slippers.

Satanya, though able to take a few steps, needed Frost's help to walk further, waddled into the cell. She wore a blue hardhat, just in case she got hit during the attack, along with construction site headphones so that her hearing wouldn't be damaged when the shots were fired. The little girl wore a jester uniform; her face painted like her mother's whenever she played circus with her daughter.

A cackle came from Harley as her daughter peered up at her, chewing on her fingers, blue eyes meeting her mother's.

Harley giggled as she got to her knees in front of her daughter, pulling the construction site headphones away from her ears so that she could hear her mother.

"Hiya, cupcake."

Satanya pulled her fingers from her mouth, her other hand reaching up and brushing her mother's cheek, a small smile on her face.

"Pretty mommy..."She turned and looked up at her father."Picture mommy, Daddah?"

Harley laughed at the Daddah.

The Joker nodded, painted lips curving up into a smirk."Good girl, poppet. Mommy from the picture. Now, give your mommy a hug, give her fuel for the fight so that we can go home."

Satanya toddled into her mother's awaiting arms, and Harley stood up, lifting her daughter into the air and spinning her around in a circle, laughing loudly. Her daughter, having experienced the same with her father, followed her mother as she laughed loudly, too, her small arms locking around her mother's neck.

"Momma missed her little Satan,"Harley said to her daughter as she stopped twirling around.

The Joker watched as Harley peppered her daughter's chubby cheeks with a dozen or more kisses, leaving red lip marks all over her daughter's creamy skin. Harley had more sane-like moments with their daughter, the voices in her head silenced while she was with their daughter. The Joker knew that because the same happened to him.

The Clown King and Queen's little moment with their daughter was broken at the sound of shots firing from outside. Harley's head snapped up, fond smile falling into a frown as she met The Joker's gaze. Their lips crawled up into feral grins, adrenaline pumping through their veins as they prepared to fight together for the first time in a long time.

"Puddin'..."Harley licked her lower lip, head tilted."Don't...Don't disappear on me, ya hear?"

The Joker's eyes softened for a moment before it faded. He gave her a curt nod before smiling at his daughter.

"Harls, hand over Satan..."The Joker demanded, tossing a gun over to his lover."We need to finish this."

Harley reluctantly handed her daughter over to Frost who took her into his arms, fixing her construction site headphones so that her ears wouldn't get hurt.

"Mr. Frost, nobody will be scarring my poppet's mind but me, ya hear?"The Joker drawled as he grabbed Harley's arm and led her out of the cell, his henchmen spreading out as the shots came nearer.

Harley's lips curved up into a smile at Frost."I'm glad yer not dead, Frosty."

Frost nodded and smiled small at Harley, walking off with the child, hearing Harley's huff of annoyance as she was separated from her daughter.

"Second thing we're gonna do when we get home..."The Joker said after making sure that his daughter was out of sight before he turned to Harley, a smirk on his lips."Is get you out of those horrible fucking clothes. You wear what Daddy buys you, pumpkin. The best of the best."

Harley giggled as she followed her Puddin', eyes wide with adoration as she stared up at him."What's the first?"

The Joker's free hand ran up her arm and grabbed the back of her head before he smashed his lips to hers, kissing her possessively and hungrily. The two reluctantly pulled back a moment later, The Joker growling, lust dancing in his eyes.

"I make good on my promise."

The two smiled at each-other, breaking eye contact when a shot was fired nearby, narrowly missing one of their men.

"SURRENDER! YOU ARE SURROUNDED!"

Their henchmen attacked, The Joker cackling as he shot at the nearest soldier, Harley following him as always.

The way it was meant to be.

It was showtime.

Thank you for reading!

I hope you liked it, this was my first time writing Harley and The Joker, so I hope I didn't do so badly. I LOVE their relationship in Suicide Squad and wished Joker had more on screen time.

Anyway, if you liked it and would like to read more, please leave a review, it would mean so much to me.