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Part One: And Baby Will Fall

"Shit" Harkey hissed quietly as she sat on the toilet that was next to the room her and the Joker shared together. She had to be quiet since he was fast asleep, which didn't happen often or at all most days, so Harley was trying to do her best to keep quiet.

"Shit shit shit" she said again quietly bouncing her legs as she looked down at the tiny stick in front of her. She hated the color blue today, but unfortunately it loved her as a little blue line crossed the circle on the pregnancy test in front of her.

How could she have been so careless? She had been with the Joker for over a year now, a wild crazy year, but never in her dreams did she think she would slip in keeping herself protected. Sure, she could take a bullet, a stab wound, hell she had so many head injuries now she had lost count, but a kid?

Her stomach knotted up as she bent over her knees trying to control herself, trying to steady her panicked breaths that were now coming out in big huffs. Kids were never in the picture, never in the short grand scheme of things when she remotely thought about her future, and they sure as hell were never even an option with Mr. J. He specifically made a point to show that children were nothing more than a pawn in his plans, but Harley did notice that he never hurt them, not even a slap to the face. Maybe he just didn't know what to do with them since he wasn't really a people person to begin with, and children were just tiny people with a lot more questions about everything.

"Shit" she muttered into her knees.

What was she going to do? She thought about her options as she found herself breathing normally again.

The number one thing she knew was that she could never tell Joker. He would immediately get rid of her or demand she get rid of the thing growing inside her.

Did she want to get rid of their child?

"No" she thought to herself as she shook her head "This is not only a part of me, but a part of him too...." The thought alone made her heart swell thinking about it. She loved the Joker, loved him so much she had abandoned all she knew and joined him, and this...baby...this baby was a symbol of that.

But she knew in her heart she couldn't keep it. Their kind of lifestyle was in no way a place for a kid. Even her deranged mind knew that...

So what was left?

"Shit" she whispered realizing what her real only option was. She was going to have this baby, but she had to get away from the Joker and get to a safe place to have it. She would give it away, that way it could have a "normal" life, at least one more normal than she and Mr. J could give...

She could go to Pam's place, but the Joker already knew where she hid out at her plant friends house when things got too heated between them. She couldn't run to any of the other baddies in Gotham, all knowing what would happen if they harbored the Joker's girlfriend from him...

The real place, the only place she could go to without the Joker going right after her would be from the very place they met...Arkham Asylum.

She could go there, they would put her in a cell, she could get the medical treatment she needed to have a safe delivery, and after her bun in the oven was out, she could break free and get right back to where she was now, with the Joker. He would leave her be if she got caught and locked away, probably mad at her for getting caught in the first place, and when she proved she could take care of herself she would come right back to him. Nobody would ever know what had happened...

Taking another deep breath she was now calm enough to come out from the bathroom, knowing the plan she had in place and even though it would be a long nine months, she could handle it if it meant a positive outcome for both parties. She was crazy, but not so crazy that she would risk her own child's life.

Harley opened the peeling white door of the bathroom and entered into her and the Joker's small haven they had created for themselves. The hideout currently was in an old factory where employees could reside in the apartments upstairs. Her and the Joker had picked the top room and had a full size mattress all to themselves. Harley had fitted it with some sheets she snagged on one of their many jobs and had decorated it with various Christmas and holiday lights to give the room a little light since Mr. J decided to block out all the windows in the place.

The boys had brought up a few cabinets and shelves for Harley and Joker to hang their clothes and store their personal weapons. Being with Joker for over a year now had it's perks seeing as how any of Joker's goons followed Harley as much as the Joker himself. She had proved herself on one than more occasion that she was just as wild and just as powerful as him, and the guys that rolled with Joker knew she demanded the same kind of respect.

Down below their room was a makeshift area for the boys to sleep in, with mattresses and sleeping bags lining the rooms. Most of them knew not to complain since they would be moving in a few months time anyway, so they shouldn't get too comfortable with their sleeping arrangements. There was a big open area that had a kitchen and the boys had knocked down a few walls to make a nice area for a living room with torn couches and seats. Several TV's played between the news and cartoons, the Joker always needing new information on what was going on in Gotham and being thrilled when he saw himself on GNN.

After that the factory was below them with dusty and cob covered machinery that hadn't been used in nearly over a decade. It wasn't by any means fancy, but it was home to Harley.

The Joker snored softly on the bed, his body curled up in a ball as his back gently rose up and down as his matted green and blonde hair hung over his face. Harley smiled to herself and knew she would have to dye it again soon, he hated when it finally started to fade away. The scars on his face were resting with his mouth, his breathing calm. Usually when Harley watched him sleep the rare times that he did, it seemed the man even slept with a scowl, his lips twitching and moving with his eyes closed.

Harley found her hand resting against her stomach, wondering if the baby would sleep quietly or twitch like him...

No, Harley shook her head slightly, she could couldn't think of those things. She would have this child, yes, but she wouldn't grow attached to it. Her obligation lied with giving this baby a safe and healthy start, but she wouldn't ever hold it, see it's first smile, or watch it sleep soundly in it's crib. It made her sad, but it also made her proud to know she was doing the right thing.

Quietly she crept back into bed, making sure to dispose of the pregnancy test so that the Joker wouldn't stumble upon it when he woke.

And then, she started to plan.