BIG NEWS PEOPLE! Saber007 and I have have been working together to create something awesome. Her story is written in the point of view of Lucy the demon spawn of the Joker of Harley Quinn (Suicide Squad version). However I thought it would be awesome if we created aversion from Joker's POV that matched up. SO here it is.

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As I slowly creep my eyes open, I realize its light outside. I am almost always asleep right now. Why the hell am I awake?

Then I start to realize the clashes coming from the kitchen.

Harley.

I am going to kill that girl.

"Harley…" I roar from the bedroom door.

She has covered the kitchen in flour, not to mention the chocolate frosting that's all over her face.

"Hey Puddin. What are you doing up?" She says softly yet annoyingly squeaky.

"What do you think? You sound like a damn raccoon in a dumpster full of glass."

"I tried to be quiet."

"Well that didn't work" I said whiffing the side of her head.

"Ow!" She seemed to scream.

I wave my hand at her to shut up as I grab a glass and head to my office. I need a drink.

I sat. in my chair looking at my office. MY office. Harley seemed to have taken over my penthouse with throw pillows and vases full of purple flowers. In reality I didn't mind them but I would never let her know that. But my office is the one place her sparkles and chocolate frosting do not touch.

I heard a crash of glass smashing. I sprint out of my office to see Harley keeled over crying. I am immediately scared out of my wits despite my calm march towards her.

"Harley you idiot, what did you do?"

"I tried to reach the pan on the top shelf but my hand came down and knocked over your favorite glasses." She said quietly still crying a bit.

I growled and looked at her with a stare of death then I walked to my office. I had noticed the cut on her forehead, and I didn't need her having a scar. She would never let it go. Priss. Where the hell is Frost when you need him?

Frost answered the phone and sounded like he was just awoken from a 200 year old nap.

"Boss?"

"Uh, yeah, get your ass up here. And call the plastic surgeon."

"On my way." He obediently replied.

I hung up the phone abruptly and went back to check on Harley. She had gotten up from the floor and was now getting blood all over the bathroom sink.

"Harley get in the shower. You're making a mess every where you go."

"But Mistah J it's gonna-" The wave of my hand cut her off.

"Get. In. The. Shower." I growled giving my death stare again.

She obediently stepped into our large shower and sat down.

"There's Daddy's good girl." I said as a stream of blood went down her temple. I grabbed a wash cloth from the cabinet and threw it at her.

She looked so pitiful hurt and with red puffy eyes, but I was still pissed that she woke me up, made a mess, then broke my good whiskey glasses.

I grabbed my phone in complete rage that Frost was not here yet with the surgeon.

"Frost where the hell are you with that surgeon."

"Sorry boss we had a bit of trouble."

"Did you threaten him?"

"Yes, that was the issue. He wanted to die."

"Is he dead- you know what I don't care. Find a good surgeon, threaten him, and get your ass over here in thirty minutes before I lose my cool."

"Yes Boss."

I turned my attention towards the bloody blonde that was currently sitting in my shower.

"Harley are you dead yet?"

"No. I'm just a little dizzy." She said starting to gag.

"Huh?"

"Mistah J I think I'm gonna be sick."

Before I had time to react she had already begun to throw up into the drain. Any normal person would be gagging at the sight but I was not phased. Just annoyed that she was that weak. Though it was unusual for the infamous Harley Quinn to fall weak, I have to say it worried me a bit.

After she had finished emptying her stomach contents into my 15 thousand dollar shower she was covered in vomit. I told her to take off her clothes, and she stupidly replied she was covered in vomit. I told her that was the point and she laughed that high pitched laugh.

"Harley sometimes I could just hit you across your head with that bat of yours."

"I'm sorry Mistah J, for everything."

"I know you are. Now do what I say and take off your clothes and rinse off."

After I said this she nodded and began to strip off what little clothes she was wearing exposing her pale soft skin.

We are not too shy of each other's appearance so when I go in the shower she follows in after me softly washing my bright green hair and when she goes in she has things to take care of so I usually just observe unless she invites me in which is most of the time. Needless to say we have sex pretty much every time someone gets in the shower. I couldn't ask for anything more of a measly shower.

"Boss?" Frost yelled from my front door breaking my train of thought.

"Well, it's about time. Funny thing about time, it just keeps going so the more you lallygag around the more time you lose." I realized that had made no sense, so I looked at him impatiently waiting for the doctor.

He looked around for a moment and realized he had tried to sneak out of the door and so he grabbed him by the collar and yanked him in my penthouse.

"Here you go boss."

I whistled for Harley and she came trotting out in a small towel. I looked at her with a most hateful glare and she turned around to put on a t-shirt and shorts.

"Now Doctor, I want you to fix up her head and I want minimal scarring. Got it?" I growled again as I saw his eyes graze Harley up and down.

"You got it." He said catching my jealous glare.

"YOU. Clean that mess up." I said firmly to Frost.

"Got it Boss."

"Now Harley. I have to ask you a few questions before I give you a general anesthetic."

"Shoot."

"Do you have a blood clot disorder, or other diseases of the blood?"

"No."

"Have you consumed any alcohol in the last 2 hours"

"Nope. Are you almost done?"

"Yes, just one more. Are you trying to get pregnant, pregnant, or breastfeeding?"

Harley hesitated before answering this last question. I could feel my breathing getting heavy.

"Not that I know of." She replied after thinking for a moment.

"If you are pregnant this could trigger birth defects, and other problems. Do you want to continue?"

"Uh, no. Just do it without a painkiller. I'll be fine."

"Are you sure?"

Before I had realized it, I had left the room. My mind was spinning to even the thought of Harley being pregnant. This was just all too much for me. I could hear Harley whining from the living room, but I didn't care anymore. I wanted to know if she was pregnant, but I don't think even she knew.