"You ever been in love?" It was an odd question, and one that bounced and banged in his head, rattling cages that he hadn't ever known existed.
Harley Quinn was so evil, so tainted by the world, and yet like it shouldn't, it tempted him.
She never left any kind of indication at least to him that she could grow and become a family woman, not stop being evil, he'd never ask her for that, just to be a little supportive of his little girl.
Harley Quinn was and still is crazy incarnate; she's not a delicate flower either.
You made a mistake if you tried to harm the Joker, and not just because that man could be downright terrifying, but because his Queen could be just as scary if not more so.
She'd riled people up like it was a sport, flirted like she was allowed to, and treated the world like her playground.
It was no wonder that with all of her joy, all of her danger, that Deadshot had found himself invested in her though he'd always insist that he didn't like criminals like that, never would, but a part of him longed for the basic understanding of two supervillains together.
Messing with Harley was like a broken game; every time it landed on something, every time that you thought you were in love with her, she'd pull back, and you'd fall down like a lost pawn in a game of Chess.
He loved that about her, loved how she was so strong, and could hold her own even though he knew better, even though there was a pain that came with her pressing close, even if sometimes he fell hard, she'd stand back up like nothing happened, like only he was affected.
It was enough to make a man go nuts, but it was also enough to make him fall unbelievably in love with her or at the very least want her like he did now, like he probably always was.
The only person that she'd ever go home to was the Joker, and yet she'd play you like she'd go home with you.
Deadshot could promise her a family, but would a villain like her even want one?
He could never tell; the Joker thrived on just the two of them, Harley thrived with the Joker and yet by herself was just as terrifying.
She's a strong, independent woman that just happens to love the worst villain in all of Gotham, and yet Deadshot is already so in love with her.
He thinks it's love, because a part of him admires every part of her yet still finds the need to stress over her flaws, over her decisions, and yet he admires the strength of her character and how she doesn't let the world judge her and bring her down.
It feels strange when they lock eyes as if his stomach is lit up with butterflies, and they are all on fire; it's almost like how he'd loved his wife before, before the fall out, except with Harley, it's ten times more terrifying.
He hates this feeling and yet Deadshot thrives on it too; would she even let go of her carefully constructed life enough to let him in? He hopes so though he hates that he wants to be let in so bad.