Thank you to the boyfriend who motivated me to finally write this.

At first, things felt like they were moving at the speed of sound, but now? Now that this gorgeous, out of earth lady was stood before her, body moving in ways that only beckoned Harley closer, things felt like they came to a dead stop. Just moments before, this woman had shown her a life that she.. She longed for. A normal life with her Puddin, with two little babies, a good life. A normal one. Normal. She was never normal, and Diablo had told them all that, they weren't meant for normal and they weren't cut out for that life style and those things were dead and they weren't ever going to happen and it was fake. For a moment, Harley felt herself reliving the moments in their life that stood out. She could practically hear his voice, whispering in her ear. 'C'mon, Harley-Girl. Come to daddy.' Enchantress.. She was - offering to give them everything they ever wanted. All Harley wanted right now was her Puddin. So, sucking in a breath, she slowly took a step forward, hand coming up to shade her eyes from the gleaming light, her eyes stinging. She could feel her comrades eyes staring into her back. She knew she was doing the wrong thing. She shouldn't cave. Give in. Shouldn't have done it.. But - Her.. Her Puddin...

"I ain't much of a joiner," she started, glancing to Deadshot who stood at her side, then the rest of the group, "but maybe we should."

It only took a moment for Deadshot to cut his words in, "hey! She's trying to take over the world." "So? What's the world even done for us anyway? It hates us!" Another few steps forward. "Hey! Harley!"

She blocked him out, clearing her throat as she approached. "Hey, lady.. Uhm, I lost my Puddin," when she spoke, her voice was cracked, breaking and snapping under the verbal reminder that she was, currently, completely and totally alone in this world. She had no one to run to when she was scared, no one to hold her when she couldn't sleep. She had no one, utterly, completely, no one. She felt tears well in her eyes slowly, looking over the woman carefully. "But you can get him back right?"

"I can, my dear. Anything you want.." Her gorgeous, captivating eyes glowed. She had an unearthly appearance. Graceful. Like an Egyptian Queen. The way she side stepped and almost floated towards her, had Harley convinced that she really could give her anything she wanted. "... You promise?" Not even a heartbeat passed before the deep, elegant voice purred out, "yes, child. You need only bow, and serve beneath my feet.."

Well, that sounded simple enough to Harley. One little thing, in return to.. Getting her Puddin back. It was.. It was so worth it. So she closed her eyes tightly, let the image of her and Joker, as.. Normal.. People.. With kids and a nice house float back into her mind, "I like what you're sellin' lady.." She whispered quietly, slowly sinking to her knees before her. "Just make sure I get my Puddin back.." She pleaded, and the Enchantress let out something oddly mixed between a growl and a purr; the noise was so oddly reminiscent of her Joker, that Harley let out a strangled little sob. Her head dropped, wet hair clinging to her cheeks. Her hands were balled into fists, knuckles driving into her pale, aching thighs. Her small shoulders shook with her violent sobs, her chest tightening by the second. She could see him, she could hear him. And then the memory of the crash, watching his face contort into surprise and anger as she was thrown out and he was thrown back. The plan - the plan was that they would jump! Just you and me, baby, he had said, and then.. Then that horrible thing had to happen, and now Harley was on her knees before a witch who was trying to rule the world and her friends behind her as she sobbed, strangled screams from the physical manifestation of the pain at his loss. It engulfed her, ate her whole and tortured her insides. Harley was crazy as it was, but now with these haunting thoughts, with him not being there to calm her when she got into fits, when she was scared or panicking.. What was she suppose to do?!

The lady rested her hands on her shoulders for a moment. "You needn't cry, child." She cooed, and buckled to one knee herself. "You'll see him soon enough," the words floated into the air around them, but before she knew it, they weren't there anymore.

Harley was surrounded in darkness. Her mind was quiet, which she thought was odd. Her eyes fluttered open to the smell of bacon wafting over her, the soft sounds of baby laughs and chuckling. Her eyes squinted at the sun shining in through her window, a quiet groan leaving her lips as she turned over. She stared at him for a moment, surprised and unsure of who she was seeing. He was beautiful, with dark brown locks that were messy around his face, which, by the way, was a healthy peach color and void of tattoos, lips faintly parted. He looked so peaceful; laid on his back with one arm tucked under his head. It didn't seem out of place for her to be there. She sat up slowly, confusion bursting inside her. He was so perfectly normal looking. The name Jeremey came to mind for some reason. Was that his name? She always imagined that it started with a J. He always joked that it was Joe Kerr. But she never believed him.

She watched him for a moment longer, before she etched herself out of the white silk sheets. Danced herself carefully over to the full length mirror that was sat in the room on a door. She was dressed in one of his shirts; she could just tell. Her hair was long, purely blonde. Her skin was perfectly normal and peachy, like it had been back when she was Harleen, not a tattoo to be seen. On her hand sat a gold little ring.. She assumed that it meant that she was married. Her eyes floated back to where her husband, Jeremey laid, sleeping soundly. She smiled fondly, exiting their room to come into a hall, trailing down the oddly white walls until she was in the living area, where two little babies were sat in high chairs, a little boy with a hairless head, giggling and slapping his hands against the table part of it, Damien. Next to him a little girl with a head full of hair sat, sucking at her thumb and giggling, Clara-Mae... She trailed over to the two kids, bending down a little to press a kiss to Damien's head, cooing to him while she reached over to gently remove Clara-Mae's thumb from between her lips, making a funny face consisting of a scrunched nose and a tongue stuck out at her, causing the little girl to squeal, her blue eyes glinting up at her. Harley almost sobbed at the resemblance the smile had to her Jokers.

She drifted off to the kitchen, only to find a man in pajama's with a decent beard cooking eggs and bacon. Jonny Frost. "Morning, Mrs. Kerr." He had offered her as he threw a glance over his shoulder. "J ever getting out of bed today or what?" He asked, a small smile appearing on his lips, playful almost. Harley let herself laugh, the sound startling her. It was so normal, so soft and.. Perfect. "He had a long day at work," she found herself answering without even knowing anything about the previous day they had together, "let the man get some sleep. The kids usually keep him up crying and he wont let me get them most of the time." She sighed and moved to steal a piece of bacon from the plate he had set up. The taste was scrunchy, lighting her taste bud's on fire and waking them up perfectly with the harsh burning that sizzled on her tongue. For a moment, the feeling was not at all pleasurable, and Harley found herself squeezing her eyes shut tightly, flashes of white blurring into what was suppose to be black vision. It was gone in an instant, and Jonny nudged her a little. "Make sure you take your meds, Harley. J wont be pleased if you don't," He reminded her, his voice sounding hushed, not even like his for a moment. She drifted over to the med cabinet, opening it up and staring at her prescriptions.

Zyprexa, Lexapro, Prozac, Naltrexone, Evekeo, Risperdal.

Why was there so many? And.. Those weren't just.. Normal medications. Harley found that she couldn't even focus on that, instead she took them down, popped three of each like she did it daily, and put them back in the order she found them.

A second later, J was coming out of his room, sweats hanging low on his hips and hair messy. His hand was combing back through it when he had picked up his daughter, who was throwing a fit for attention, and entered the kitchen. "Morning Jonny," he moved closer to her, one hand reaching out to brush back through her hair, tangling his fingers in it almost possessively, like the remains of the old J were peaking through the cracks, and leaned down to place the sweetest, softest kiss she'd ever witnessed on her forehead. "How'd you sleep, love?" He cooed quietly.

Harley couldn't quite grasp it, but she was smiling, beaming, so wide that she was sure her face was about to fall off. How perfect was this? Jeremey standing there with one of their babies in his arms, treating her so nicely, so perfectly. "I slept perfectly," she whispered out the reply, leaning in to kiss his lips lightly, before a loud buzzing began to thunder through the house. Crying from the other room echoed to her, her son calling for her. For a moment everything was white, and a red flashing light blinked rapidly at her from above her eyes, and the blaring continued.

But then things were fine, and she was cradling her son, fully dressed with Jeremey playing peek-a-boo with their daughter, Jonny laughing, the noise embarrassed.

"Just the fire alarm, no worries."