A/N: Here we go folks, I believe this one can standalone pretty well, but if there's references to Young Gods I will put a note at the top of the chapter. The rating may well change, but once again, I will make it very obvious so no one gets caught out. Please let me know what you think, I hope it lives up to Young Gods and it's enjoyed.

So, without further ado, heres Toxic Love.

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Chapter 1 – Little Things

For once Gotham wasn't being rained upon, for once there wasn't a cloud in the sky and it had been a peaceful night. Just the occasional siren from the GCPD and the steady noise of late night traffic. It was on these nights that the city could be beautiful, it hid its poison and its rotting underbelly. But one club in particular had been quiet for a few weeks. It had closed doors and not re-opened yet.

Grin and Bare It.

The sound of a baby gurgling wasn't the kind of noise you expected to hear from the Joker's club. It wasn't the sort of noise the club had become famous for, it was more of an expensive alcohol, cheap weed and easy girl's kind of place. Not really family material.

Then this wasn't an ordinary family. Far from it.

And this wasn't an ordinary baby.

He had a head of fine white blonde hair, bright blue eyes and pale skin. He looked a lot like his father, but his eyes were all his mother. So as he was lifted from his cot, he peered up at his mother and let out a content squeak.

"There's my cupcake," Harley Quinn grinned and cuddled her three week old son against her chest. She kissed his head and then took him to the king sized four-poster bed. The baby gripped onto her red and black silk dressing gown, his eyes trying to keep up with how the world passed him. Harley sat down on the edge of the bed and peered down at her son, she could stare at him for the rest of time, he was absolutely perfect and definitely a mommy's boy.

"You hungry? No, it's not been long since your last feed," Harley mumbled and swayed a little to keep the baby entertained. "You don't smell like you need changing, did you just want cuddles with mommy? Did ya? Aww, my gorgeous." She leaned back against the head board and put the baby so he would lay on his tummy. She held him securely but she wouldn't be quite so upright and have to hold him up.

"You've gotta put him down," the boys' father said lowly as he came back into the room. He sat beside Harley and touched a finger to the baby's back.

"I can't help it, puddin', I'm just so happy," Harley giggled. "And he wanted cuddles, how can I turn him down?"

"It's 3am, that's why. Settle him and put him back to bed," Joker sighed. He watched his son and smiled for the briefest moment. "He's going to have to learn sooner or later that we don't come running for any noise he makes."

"He's a baby, J," Harley said and shook her head. "When he's older, yeah, but he's so little and needs us to do so much for him. We almost didn't get him back, they almost won. I'm allowed to be a bit clingy for him, aren't I?"

"He's been home for a week," Joker replied and kissed her shoulder.

"But I didn't have him for almost two weeks, puddin', I need to hold him," Harley whispered. Her instincts to mother and nurture their baby were intense. It was her life's role now and if their son made even the smallest of noises, she was determined to find out what it was about and to make it better for him. She was fiercely protective and any time anyone came to the apartment, she was there with Bud and Lou, making sure they couldn't touch her baby. The only other person allowed to touch the boy was the Joker, not even Ivy had been allowed to cuddle him yet.

"Princess, you need to put him down in his cot to let him sleep, I'm sure you wake him just to cuddle him." Joker sniffed and laid flat on his back, his hands behind his head.

"I wouldn't wake him, I promise, puddin'," Harley said quickly and looked round to her Joker. She was worried about their relationship now that they had their baby and they were back together.

"I was only joking," he sighed and looked at her with a frown.

"I-I-sorry, Mistah J," Harley mumbled.

"Okay, stop that right now," Joker told her and sat up again. "Come here, both of you." He pushed the sheets away and moved his legs apart. Harley carefully moved with their baby to sit between his thigh and she leaned back against his chest. His arms came around her and their son, his lips pressed against the side of her head and he looked down at his child.

"Princess, you would have to really piss daddy off to make me hit you now," Joker purred against her. "I can't promise it won't happen again, but it won't be the same as before. Everything's changed now. You're my Queen, you've given me an heir and that changes everything. This little… thing, means the world is at our feet, baby."

"He's not a thing-"

"He looks like a shaved monkey," Joker smirked.

"I think he looks like you," Harley giggled.

"Are you saying I look like a shaved monkey?" Joker asked and tickled her sides, knowing she couldn't do a damn thing because she was holding the baby.

"We still haven't named him, puddin'," Harley gasped as she tried to distract him from tickling her sides. "J, please, stop it." She squeaked and squealed as his fingers went at her sides ruthlessly.

"Hmm? Stop? When have I ever stopped when you've asked me to?" Joker growled playfully and he nipped at her neck.

"J!" Harley giggled and bit her lip. "A name!"

"Fine, fine," Joker chuckled and kissed her jaw over her tattoo. "Lucifer."

"Seriously?" Harley huffed and looked down at her baby. "Gotta try better than that, puddin'."

"JJ."

"Joker Junior?" Harley laughed.

"What's the problem, Miss Quinzel?" Joker purred and he squeezed her sides gently.

"He needs a name, a proper name," Harley answered.

"Hmm… And Joker isn't a proper name?"

"You know what I mean," she giggled.

"Oh I do," Joker growled playfully and kissed her cheek. She was so happy to have her baby back, so happy to be home with her puddin'. She felt safe and she knew their baby was safe. It felt like this had been a long time coming and she was going to savour every moment of peace and tranquillity. She let out a long content sigh and she felt the Joker's grill at her neck again.

"Are you falling asleep?" Joker smirked.

"No, I'm just happy," Harley whispered.

"That make a change." He swayed with her gently and watched as the baby started to fall to sleep. His little fists clenched tightly into Harley's shirt and he closed his eyes finally. This tiny life was theirs, they had made him and he was perfect.

"How did we do this, J?" Harley asked quietly.

"Probably all that sex we had, Harls," Joker answered sarcastically.

"Har har, you dick," Harley chuckled. "I'll put him back to bed."

"Good girl," he smiled and kissed her hair. He knew that the two weeks without her baby had made Harley very possessive and anxious over her baby's welfare, but she had to learn to let go and if he had to be one to enforce it, then so be it. He watched her move across the room, that smile on her face and his eyes travelled over her body. She had curves to die for, her hips were a little wider, but her waist still petite. She had bounced back from her pregnancy, and while she still had a little bit of a belly and some weight, she looked healthy and didn't have all that many stretchmarks.

Not that it would've bothered him.

She was with the baby for a few more minutes until she felt happy to leave him and she wandered back to the bed. Joker pulled her into his lap and he kissed her hard. He had missed her, aside from a couple of stolen moments each week in the asylum, they'd been apart and he just couldn't deal with that. He didn't like his toys being kept from him and Harley and the baby were his most prized possessions. He ran his hands up and down her waist and ass, his mouth harsh against neck.

"Puddin', we can't, I'm still-"

"I know, but I can still kiss ya," Joker growled and caught her bottom lip. "I need some sugar, baby." Harley whimpered into his mouth and she pressed up against him. She ran her hands over his bare chest and into his hair. Joker groaned and pulled his mouth from hers.

"You're going to get daddy all worked up, baby," he purred and leaned his forehead against hers. Harley giggled and gave him a quick kiss before she moved to lay beside him. He pulled her into his side and smiled as she pulled the sheets up over them.

Arkham hadn't gone to plan in the slightest. It had started out good and they'd manipulated so many people and gotten so far in their plan. But then it had been turned on its head and had ended so very badly. They still had loose ends to tie up, but for now, he was content to just have Harley and their boy safe at home.

"Harley."

"Yes, puddin'?" Harley asked as she slowly fell to sleep.

"When we find out wherever that bitch is hiding, we're going to have some fun," Joker growled. "We're going to tear Samantha Drake to pieces."

"Yeah baby?" Harley grinned.

"She's going to regret ever touching our prince," Joker snarled.

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Six Months Earlier

"So, David, keep taking your medication and remember to use your mindfulness," Samantha Drake said gently to her patient. "You've come so far, I'm so proud of you. Not much longer and we can put you onto the day trip list."

"Thanks Dr Drake," David mumbled. Samantha smiled at him and she patted his hands. David had been diagnosed with extreme schizophrenia and bipolar disorder. He'd been caught three years ago, removing the intestines of some poor prostitute that had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. When medicated, David was actually quite sweet and very remorseful for what he'd done. It was unknown how many people he'd killed before he'd been caught by Jim Gordon himself.

"So that's the end of todays' session, I'll see you in two days," Samantha smiled. She stood and went to the door. She buzzed the guards in and they took David from the room. The guy was huge, easily 6'5 and muscled like King Kong. He walked calmly with the guards and Samantha let out a long breath.

"Coffee, I need coffee," she groaned and collected her files. She walked from her therapy room to her office. It was a longer walk than most had, but it meant she had time to calm her thoughts between formally typing up her session notes. She was half way to her office when she heard her name being called.

"Dr Drake!" Jeremiah Arkham shouted and she turned to him.

"Dr Arkham, how can I help?" Samantha asked.

"Come to my office, Mr Sharpe and would like to discuss a file with you," Arkham smiled. He was a pleasant man, he meant well, but his methods were antiquated.

The less said about Quincy Sharpe, the better.

Samantha walked with Arkham through the Asylum. She ignored the glances she got from other doctors and stayed quiet. They reached the biggest office in the Asylum and walked straight in. Quincy Sharpe was a cruel man, he hated everyone and anyone that didn't follow his rule. He was the money behind Arkham, he was the man that employed the security guards based on their hatred for people like the Joker. He was fuelled by rage and bitterness.

"Ah, Dr Drake," Quincy smiled. Oh he made her skin crawl.

"Good morning, Mr Sharpe," Samantha said politely.

"Sit, sit, we've a lot to discuss with you," Sharpe said cheerfully. "Your progress with your patients it's very good, you're almost reaching stardom levels. You have a… maverick way of dealing with them."

"Thank you, Mr Sharpe… I think," Samantha chuckled.

"What, Mr Sharpe is trying to say, Sam," Arkham replied. "We want you to take on Harley Quinn as your sole file."

"What?"

"You have a different way of dealing with the more… challenging patients and she needs someone who can out think her," Arkham continued. "She's in the best place to try and pry Harleen out of her mind. She's been here a month and we have no progress."

"If there's any Harleen left inside that rotten lump of brain cells," Sharpe snarled. He'd taken Harleen's betrayal to heart and made it his personal mission to wither reduce Harley Quinn to a shivering, drooling wreck, or to break Harleen back out to piss off the Joker.

"Hang on, we are talking about a pregnant human female," Samantha said. "It's unethical, let alone inhumane to try and forcibly treat her, that's if she even has multiple personality disorder, the only diagnoses she has is schizophrenia and even that's a bit ropey."

"We have one shot at this," Arkham sighed. "This is probably the only time she could be figured out. She's weak right now, we have a window of opportunity that we cannot waste."

"She's having a baby-"

"Exactly, we have opportunity and she has motivation," Sharpe interrupted. Samantha let out a long breath. She wasn't going to win this. But she hoped if she took the file on, she could at least try and do this properly and not cause too much distress.

"Okay, fine, I'll take her on," Samantha said. "But I control the treatment timeline, meds, therapy, if I think she's not coping, I cancel it and we take it back a few steps. I will not have any one interfering."

"We will remain in power-"

"No, I take her file, I'll drop the rest of my patients," Samantha told Sharpe. "I'm in sole control of her. I will sort a team of midwives and other professionals. As far as I'm aware you're just using the staff medics to monitor her pregnancy. If I'm doing this, I'm doing it my way and I'm calling this. I will not risk my life, or my family's life, for you."

"They're safely tucked away in here, they're not getting out this time," Sharpe chuckled and reached out to shake Samantha's hand. "Congratulations on your new patient."

"I mean what I said, Mr Sharpe," Samantha said. "I want total control."

"Of course, of course," Sharpe dismissed. "Jeremiah, would you like to take Dr Drake down to her new patient for an introduction?"

"Wait, I'm having a session now?"

"Just an introduction," Arkham smiled. "I'll be there, it's best to tackle the first one with two doctors. She has too many people to target."

"Well doesn't that just sound promising," Samantha said sarcastically. "Can I grab a coffee on the way? I have a feeling I'm going to need it."

Jeremiah just laughed.

By the time they had gotten back to Samantha's interview room, it was already 11:30. At least the patient had also been delayed due to causing a nuisance, being that she was Harley Quinn that could mean anything from a small fight to killing several guards. Samantha checked her phone quickly and saw a couple of texts from her partner, but she didn't look properly. She couldn't let anything cloud her judgement now. Finally there was the echo of giggles and laughter and a team of 6 guards escorted the restrained Harley into the room. Samantha and Arkham waited outside until they were given the green light.

"She's all yours, I warn ya, she's not all there today," Cash chuckled.

"When is she ever?" Arkham smiled. "Thanks Cash, I know you've got a lot on today."

"At least it's not the Clown, he's very… agitated today," Cash said. "He was fine until I told Harley about her scan appointment."

"Well that just reeks of incompetence," Samantha huffed. "You told her that she was going to have her dating scan today, whilst the Clown could hear and you're shocked that he's agitated?"

"Didn't think he cared, he doesn't say a word about the baby," Cash shrugged.

"Of course he doesn't, the only one he's going to say anything to is Harley," Samantha sighed and shook her head. "This is only going to be even more difficult."

"You think he cares about the baby?" Arkham asked.

"Let's find out. Face it, the Clown isn't going to admit to wanting either Harley or the baby, but Harley might admit it for him," Samantha answered. She walked into the room and Arkham followed. Cash shook his head and left two of his guys on guard.

The first thing Samantha noticed was the light in Harley's eyes. She was perceptive, intelligent and vicious. She may have spent the morning being sick, but her eyes were alight and full of fire. The second thing was the rotten tattoo, he wondered if that had been something Harley had wanted, or the Joker had forced upon her. Their relationship was known to be abusive, one only had to see the photos of her bruises from various arrests to see that the Clown Prince thought nothing of raising a hand to her. Why the hell did she stay?

"Miss Quinzel," Arkham said cheerily. "How are you feeling?"

"Who's the sacrificial lamb?" Harley asked with a big grin.

"Dr Drake," Samantha answered and moved to take her seat beside Arkham.

"New girl? I ain't seen ya here before." Her accent was thick, her tilted to the side a little and her long white-blonde hair trailed down her back.

"Dr Drake has worked here for many years, you actually met a couple of times when you worked here," Arkham said.

"That was a long time ago and a lot has happened, Drake was it?"

"Yes, Miss Quinzel," Samantha nodded.

"Call me Harley, everyone does," Harley said with a big grin.

"Harley, can you tell me a little about yourself? Your life before the Joker?" Samantha asked.

"Jerry, she's very forward, she reminds me of me," the Queen of Gotham giggled. "Why should I tell you anythin' when you can't trust me with your first name?"

"What about your association with Poison Ivy?"

"Oooh, we're playing my game," Harley grinned. "So, what… 28, average student, unhappy family life, partner that works long hours-"

"Can you tell me about your relationship with the Batman?"

"Boyfriend… no, no, you don't have that look in your eye," Harley mumbled. "Your eyes are like Red's, girlfriend, am I right? Gay or Bi? Pan? It's a girl in your life regardless."

"The Joker has been known to hit you, set you up, do you think that's healthy with a child?"

"You live in a small apartment, costs a fortune, but it's yours," Harley continued. "You wanna buy expensive things, but can't afford it so you buy imitations. You drink a bottle of wine every other night, you did weed back at college but haven't touched the stuff for a while, never been with a man have you?"

"Miss Quinzel, please answer my questions," Drake insisted.

"Okay… Samantha Drake," Harley purred. "I'm not answerin' any questions until Arkham leaves."

"How do you know my name?" Samantha asked.

"Okay, Sammie, lets have some fun." Harley grinned.