So, I have had this idea for a while. I guess now is the time to use it. I own nothing except for the plot and some characters. Trust me, I wish I owned the Batman series. (I also wish I was Harley Quinn but) I hope you enjoy. I will warn you- I could not decide between the animated Joker and Heath Ledger's version because I love them so much. It's more of a mix, so in this he has the scars and makeup can be removed. I put it in this category because of my indecisive nature. Just feel free to imagine the Joker as you wish!

Harley Quinn had a problem, and not one of her normal problems either. It was not her love for The Joker, whom she usual fought side by side with. It was not the abusive relationship that seemed to become of the love. It was not even the fact that she was in Arkham Asylum as a patient, no longer a psychiatrist. No, it was way bigger than any of those.

Ever since she fell in love with The Joker, her former patient, Dr. Harleen Quinzel became Harley Quinn. Even with her now insane personality, Harley had a soft side. But she also had a side of need. The need for the man she called Mistah J to love her back.

It seemed like it would never happen. He always refused her, no matter how hard she tried. She loved him enough to blame herself when he got mad, but still craved for a sweeter side in him. She knew there had to be a little bit of it behind the scars and face paint. Yet it was always blocked by his need for chaos.

But one night, after breaking out of the asylum for the umpteenth time, he gave into her needs. Harley never felt more ecstatic, though surprise even mixed with her feelings. There was a fear in her to bring it up to him again. Joker never said a word about it- even when they were both caught and put back in Arkham again.

Yet, for Harley, it was beginning to flow back to her memories. Something about that night created something new. After being awoken a few weeks later, Harley began to felt sick, vomiting right on the floor. The guard looked disgusted, shaking his head.

"Musta been the food," she laughed sheepishly, though she was not absolutely sure what was actually happening. She told herself it was nothing- until it began happening for almost every morning. To her, it definitely could not be the food. There was only one other thing it could be. . .but she was not about to ask the guards for the thing she needed. She would just wait until they were out again. Thankfully for her, that indeed happened soon enough.

As soon as she could she went to a drugstore, or more or less, broke in to a drugstore. Scanning the shelves, she saw several different brands of that certain thing, grabbing them all. When back at the toy factory, she slipped right in as quietly as possibly, trying to keep from a scene.

"I must be outta my mind," Harley whispered to herself, studying the packages. They lay there in the bathroom, taunting her. "Peein' on a stupid stick? Like it will even work." Even so, she went through with each one of them.

Her heart pumped fast, hoping her puddin' wouldn't be looking for her. When time was up, she looked at the first pregnancy test. She sucked in her breath. It was positive.

"Well. . that's only one of 'em.. ." But each one read the same answer. Positive, positive, positive. Harley Quinn was indeed pregnant. Pregnant from that one special night. She wanted to be excited, but she knew that. . that he would be so angry.

Nerves shot, she did one of the few things she could do. She called Poison Ivy, her best friend. Looking at her not yet showing belly, she wondered what she was going to do.

"Hello?" Ivy's voice asked, seeming curious at who would be calling her. Her reputation wasn't amazing.

"Red? It's me, Harley." The blue eyed clown girl whispered her words, staring at the door. The words kept running through her head. A baby, a little family for you and Puddin'.

"What is it? Something between you and him?" Ivy rolled her eyes slightly. She tried helping Harley out before, but she went right back to the Clown Prince. She knew even after a thousand times there'd be no breakthrough.

Harley sighed, sounding sad. "No. . kinda. . .it's really important, Red. Can I come over?"

Ivy ended up agreeing, though she had no idea what she was in for. After hanging up, Harley walked out of the bathroom, forgetting the stray pregnancy tests on the ground. She snuck out as quick as possible, thankful to avoid Mister J at all costs. Words she had never used in her life.

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"HARLEY?"

Joker walked from upstairs, where he had went over some plans. Curious at why his female counterpart had not been up there trying to seduce him like always, he decided to look for her. It was unusual for her to go astray. She was like a lost puppy.

"HARLEY?" he yelled out again. Looking around, he mumbled "Where could that woman be?" Checking outside, he saw the hyenas. "No blood, so I guess they didn't eat her." He went back inside.

He would not admit it, but he felt slightly worried. Not worried enough to get others to look for her though. He looked in every room possible, wondering if she was trying to play some joke on him. As he approached the bathroom, he saw a light on.

"Didn't you hear me the first time, you min-" he stopped, seeing she was not in there. "What the-" He looked at the ground, picking up the stick objects. All had plus signs or the word positive. Confused, he picked up the boxes. Dr. Winns Pregnancy Test, EDT Pregnancy. . . The words astonished him for a second. Soon his dark eyes narrowed, opening his scarred mouth to speak "HARLEY IS WHAT?" Standing up, he had a good feeling of where she was.

Harley's problem was about to get ten times worse.

What will happen next? Will Joker find her? How will Ivy react? What will "Puddin'" think? Stayed tuned for the next chapter!