Hi! I wrote this because I recently saw Suicide Squad and loved it! And then I thought about one of the best books ever... And put em' together and what've you got? I am only using Angel and Gazzy because they're the only ones who look remotely like Joker or Harley. And I thought their slightly psychotic natures would make any relation believable. I do not own Suicide Squad or maximum Ride. Enjoy!

Joker

Memories were painful things. That was one thing The Joker knew. Sitting in his cell at Arkham Asylum with nothing to do but think, those tended to re-surface. Often. The one that was currently plaguing him made him want to scream.

July 24, 2006

She'd screamed. He remembered her screaming. Joker remembered holding her hand, whispering in her ear, as his Harley roared at the pain. The pain of the prince of Gotham coming into the world. His son. Her nails dug into his flesh so hard, she drew blood, but Joker didn't care. Finally, with one last screech, another scream filled the air of the hospital. His son. The one he never even got to hold. The doctor took one look at it and sent the nurse running out of the room with it. It. They'd never given him a name. They hadn't gotten the time. It died minutes after it was born. Joker remembered the look on Harley's face when those evil words had come out of the doctor's mouth. Pure. Crushing. Heartbreak. Joker had heard before that no parent should ever outlive their child. Joker learned that day that it was true. It was born with a mutation. It's superior and inferior vena-cava (the vessels that supplied blood to the heart) weren't connected. It had died in minutes. His son. He remembered them handing Harley that tiny body of what could-have been. His son. Gone. Just like that. He remembered taking It from his sobbing wife and crying. The first time in years The Joker, the king of Gotham City, had cried. Because he loved that baby. Until he met Harley, he hadn't thought he could love, but he loved her, and he loved his son. And one of them was dead. "I'm sorry. So, so sorry."

February 14, 2008 (Valentine's Day)

But the Joker wasn't one to give up so easily. And lucky for him, neither was Harley. She was pregnant again only a year later. And again… they failed. Gotham's princess died minutes after she was born. With the same mutation as her brother. Joker remembered Harley screaming, as she held the corpse of their daughter, "Maybe I wasn't meant to be a mother!" Both his children. Dead. Joker remembered holding her body. She'd had a head of blonde hair. Her eyes hadn't even open yet. Joker planted a kiss on her forehead. "I'm so sorry." He'd whispered. That was one of the few times Joker had ever cried. He remembered holding Harley close as they carried the body away. "So so sorry."

If they were alive, he'd be 10 and she'd be 8. Joker missed them. He'd never gotten to know them, but he missed them.

He'd never say it out loud. But in his head, it plagued him because he knew, he knew it was all his fault. The ACE chemicals that had affected the minds and bodies of Joker and Harley had to have caused the mutation that had killed his children. Because it hadn't happened once, it had happened twice. Not coincidental. He'd fallen into the chemicals all those years ago, then he'd made Harley do it. His children were dead. Because of him. He hated memories, he really, really hated memories.

At about the time he noticed the single tear running down his cheek, he heard the all too familiar sound of the door outside his cell opening. Joker quickly wiped the tear off his face on his shoulder. He was wearing a straightjacket, which made the simple task difficult, but he regained himself before the nurses, a doctor, and the guards came in.

The Joker could cry, but no one would ever know.

"Fellas! Finally, someone comes to see little old me. I was getting a little worried everyone forgot! Doctor." He said. But, they ignored him. "You know, it is quite rude to ignore people." Again, no response. A guard simply hit him hard in the back of his head with the butt of his rifle with a simple "Shut up."

He was removed from his cell with a gun held to his back. No one said a word to him. As good as it felt to stretch his legs, when at Arkham Asylum, one of the most important things a prisoner ever wants to know is where he or she is going if and when said prisoner is removed from their cell. Because at Arkham, the chances of the location leading to pure agony were quite high.

His heart sank when he recognized their surroundings and realized where they were going. Not the electroconvulsive therapy again! He knew from personal experience it did not cure insanity, in fact, it just may just make it worse. That and it was excruciatingly painful! Arkham did not practice anesthesia. Whenever they did this to him, he was awake the entire time.

He was shoved into the room where they did all the ECTs. Several guards positioned their guns at him and one of them walked forward and removed his straightjacket. Joker quickly stretched his arms and shoulders. How good it felt! This luxury was stripped quickly as two guards forced him onto a cold, uncomfortable metal table and tried to strap him to it. He knew it was inevitable, but he had a reputation to keep and was not going down without a fight.

He swung one leg up and caught the one on the left right between the eyes with his knee. The man let go of him and staggered, clutching his broken nose. Joker used his free arm and shoved the other guard off of him. Joker threw himself off the table and onto the man, shoving him onto the floor and wrapping his fingers around his neck.

Joker wondered what color the suffocating SOB would turn by the time they got him off this time. The last one had actually turned a deep shade of purple and passed out. The butt of a gun connected with his skull just as the man was turning red. Joker let go, someone grabbed a handful of Joker's hair and dragged him off. He was thrown in the center of the circle of guards with nine loaded rifles pointed at him.

"Very funny Mr. J, you are a joker, now let's do this the easy way, shall we?" One of them asked. His nametag said Jonathan. Ooh, people he had labeled with a name were so much more fun and easy to mentally torture and pick apart.

"Hmm, and what is the easy way, Mr. Jonathan?" Joker asked. "The easy way, wise guy, is you getting your freaky tatooed ass onto that table and taking your medicine with no complaints and no attempted murders."

Yeah, next prison break, this one was soooo dead.

"Aww, but the easy way sounds boring. Ha. Ha. Ha. Beating all of you to death would be sooo much more fun, don't you think?" "See, this, wise guy, is exactly why you need an ECT every few weeks." "Funny, for people with doctorates, you all seem pretty stupid to me. Just saying, one would think you'd learn from your mistakes." Joker said sarcastically.

Two more guards grabbed him, a third holding his legs this time, and against his struggles, strapped him to the table. The guards left, but two of them stayed by the front door. Joker caught a glimpse of the door slamming shut.

A nurse he'd never seen before put a mouthguard in his mouth before he could say 'fresh meat' and started cleaning the areas around his head where the electrodes would be put on his head. Because his arms, legs, hands, feet, torso, and head were strapped to the table, he couldn't move to resist. He couldn't even spit out something clever and scary that would send one or more of the nurses running crying and screaming out of the room.

His primary target would be his therapist. The one he didn't talk to and didn't listen to. The only therapist he'd ever had enough respect or something for to do either, was Harleen Quinzel, and she was his Harley Quinn now. The mother of his two dead children. He was in no luck. This therapist was not his Harley. This therapist hated him, and the feeling was mutual.

The nurse put the electrodes on their respected places on the sides of his skull. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw another nurse's hand going over the button to turn it on. Joker shut his eyes and braced himself, but the pain never came.

There was a loud, deafening BOOM from behind him. The doctors and nurses screamed and the woman near the button took shelter near the door with the rest of them. Behind him, in perfect sync, he heard two voices say in perfect sync:

"This was a test. Guess what? You all failed."

Loud screaming followed by the door opening, feet running, then slamming shut again. Someone or something ran past him and he heard something big and heavy being pushed across the floor in front of the door.

"There, that'll buy us some time. Angel, you'd better have had me blast into the right room, because if not, our chances just dropped dramatically of getting him out of here." A boy's voice said. It sounded young, maybe eleven.

Joker strained to see the source of the voice, but he couldn't move.

"He's in here, all right. See, Gazzy, that's him, right there. What other prisoners do you think have green hair, white skin, and that many tattoos? And I can eadray ishay indmay, remember? Nice going with the bomb, by the way. We got here just in time. Those sickos! They didn't even put him to sleep. They're no better than the whitecoats." A girl's voice said. It sounded young, too. Maybe nine or ten. He couldn't see her, either. He heard small footsteps approaching his head and suddenly, she jumped up onto the table from behind and he got a look at who'd interrupted his 'therapy'.

She was knelt down on the table, his head was just between her toes. It was indeed a young girl. He couldn't estimate her age well because of the black mask she was wearing which concealed her entire face except for her eyes. Although behind the mask she was wearing goggles, they were clear, and he could see her eyes were large and blue. There was an emotion behind the he couldn't quite place, but it looked like something between nervousness, wonder, curiosity, and maybe just a twinge of fear. Other than the mask, she wore all black except for a short pink skirt. Her shirt was black, her leggings were black, and her hiking boots were black.

There was a second set of footsteps and the second kid jumped up onto the table, Joker's body was right between the boy's legs. He was wearing a mask that matched that of his 'associate', but Joker saw a lock of blonde hair in the eye holes of his mask. And the boy's eyes matched those of the girl. He was wearing black, too. But his pants, which were long and baggy with a lot of pockets, were tan.

Their eyes were so similar, Joker made a quick guess that they were siblings.

The question was: what were they doing staring down at him in this situation?

"He looks nothing like either one of us." The boy said. "Gazzy, that's because he was affected by acid and we weren't. And look, both of us have his nose. We'll discuss his later. Right now, I'll get his upper half, you free his legs." The girl said. "Aye-aye commander Angel!" The boy, Gazzy, said, doing a salute.

Gazzy jumped off the table and the next second, he felt him undoing the strap on his left foot. The girl, Angel, looked down at Joker. "Don't bite me, and don't ask questions. All will be explained, but that door isn't going to hold forever so just cooperate. I know you've heard a lot of that lately, but trust us. We're the good- I guess in your case you could say we're the bad guys."

Angel removed the mouthguard from his mouth and immediately undid the strap on his forehead, then his torso. By then, his entire left leg and right foot were free. Joker bent his left leg, for he had felt a cramp forming. "Who are you?" Joker asked. "My name is Angel." The girl, Angel, said. "And my name is The Gasman! But everyone calls me Gazzy for short." The boy, Gazzy said. "Nice to meet you, Joker." Angel said. "You know me? Stupid question, you're saving me. Might I ask why? Or perhaps how you know me?" "What did I say about questions? Later!" Angel said.

His right arm was free. As were both his legs. All that was left was his left arm. Joker sat up best he could and reached to undo the strap on his left wrist, but Angel beat him to it. Free, Joker sat up and stood, his bare feet landing on the cold tile floor. Looking at the back wall, it was completely destroyed. There was a large gaping hole where a bomb had gone off. He glanced over at the two mysterious kids. How had they done this? Angel started moving towards the hole. Seeing her back, he realized there were two slits cut into the fabric of her shirt. What were those for? Gazzy had them too.

Gazzy grabbed a metal baseball bat out of his backpack and smashed the security cameras off the ceiling and then he smashed them into tiny pieces and dumped the remains under a lab coat which had been hanging on a hook on the door.

There was yelling from outside and guards started banging on the door. "Come on!" Gazzy yelled. Gazzy grabbed his hand and started pulling him towards the hole in the wall. "How are we getting out of here? We're on the sixth floor!" Joker asked. "The same way we came in. We're flying out!" Gazzy said excitedly.

"How-" He froze when Angel paused by the hole and a pair of gorgeous white wings snapped out of the holes in her shirt. Her wingspan was about nine feet. Each wing about 4.5 feet long. Next to him, Gazzy unfurled his wings too. His were as white as hers, but bigger. Each of his wings were about five feet long with a wingspan of 10 feet.

Shocked stiff, Joker only realized what was happening when the ground beneath his feet was gone. Gazzy had thrown him out of the hole. He screamed, but stopped when Angel grabbed his arm, her wings beating and holding them aloft. He looked up in time to see Gazzy dive out. Gazzy took his other arm and they flew a distance away from the building before they stopped.

"Gazzy-" "I know, destroy the evidence." The Gasman finished. Gazzy dropped his arm, he was now being held only by Angel. He prayed to God she could hold him alone. Gazzy took a small device -a bomb- out of his pocket and flung it into the ECT room. It went off just as the door opened. Perfect.

BOOM!

"Don't you just love that wonderful sound?" Gazzy said wistfully, watching the ball of fire, debris, and smoke rise out of the building. Angel rolled her eyes and looked down at Joker. "My brother is an explosives enthusiast. He builds bombs for fun. Gazzy, I can't carry him alone."

So, they were siblings.

"I can, just give him to me, Angel. I'll carry him, you cover us."

Gazzy grabbed him under both arms and he felt Angel let go of him. With the extra weight, The Gasman dropped slightly, but easily the boy carried him over the water surrounding Arkham. Gazzy dropped him on the roof of a skyscraper a few buildings into the city, away from the coast.

Joker hit the ground and immediately flipped over to look at who had saved him. Angel and Gazzy were perched on the edge of the building. Their wings folded neatly against their backs. There was a pause of awkward silence, neither party knowing what to say. Finally, Joker asked, "Who are you? What are you?"

"We already gave you our names. I'm Gazzy and this is my little sister, Angel. Oh yeah, I guess we'd better lose the masks." Gazzy and Angel removed their masks and he finally got a decent look at them. Both had thick heads of curly blonde hair and large blue eyes. Round faces, but Gazzy's was a bit less so than Angel's. Neither of them had any freckles. Their faces were very similar other than gender. Definitely siblings.

"We're human-avian hybrids. Bird-kids. 98% human, 2% bird. Before we were born, an evil company called ITEX injected us with bird DNA, specifically raptor, and a bunch of other chemicals when we were in our mother. She didn't know. Our father didn't know either. Then we were stolen from our parents as soon as we were born. We were injected with a toxin that temporarily put us in a state that looked like we were dead, like in Romeo and Juliet. Our parents thought we were dead. ITEX told them some bull about a mutation that killed both of us. " Angel said.

"We were then taken away to one of their facilities. A horrible place in California, Death Valley to be exact, we called it The School. We were experimented on until we escaped with other bird-kids like us. Angel was only a baby. In the Colorado mountains, we grew up and became a family, a flock. We learned how to take care of ourselves, how to fight, how to fly. About 5 years later, it's a long story, but we started fighting back against ITEX, and freeing other mutants like us. We called ourselves The Flock. Maximum Ride was our leader. Behind her was Fang. Then Iggy. Iggy was my best friend. He may have been blind, but he loved explosives too. Next in line was Nudge. She was eleven. She was the only African-American out of us and she talked. A lot. Then of course, there was Angel and I. I was eight when the resistance began, Angel was six. I'm ten now, Angel's eight." Gazzy explained.

"Two years ago, we destroyed ITEX. We killed their main facility, in Germany. But there were still small parts of ITEX that wanted to continue where ITEX left off. And they wanted us dead. We've been exterminating these small segments, one by one. But a few months ago-" Angel cut off and looked away.

"A few months ago, we were stealing old ITEX files at one of these small bases. Finding our parents isn't exactly our primary objective, but when in Rome… Anyway, guards swarmed us just as we downloaded the last file. The rest of the Flock… When the smoke cleared…" Gazzy sniffed.

"They were our family! All we had! When the smoke cleared, they were gone! Dead, all of them! I had to pry the flashdrive out of Max's cold, dead fingers!" Angel wailed. Tears started streaming out of her eyes.

"The only good thing that came out of that mission was that we found out who our parents are, and that what we'd been told before about them was a lie. We also found out what city the last ITEX facility is in. We don't know exactly where, but we do know it's here in Gotham." Gazzy said.

Joker spoke up while he still could. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold the phone. What does that have to do with me? This sounds like something you'd call Batman or The Justice League about. I don't know what you heard, but I'm labeled as 'a villain'. Why would you bust me out of Arkham?"

At this question, Angel wiped the tears off her face and both of them looked over at each other, then looked back at him and grinned.

"Well…" Gazzy started. "We found out who our parents are…" Angel continued.

"And didn't like the way Arkham Asylum was treating one of them!" Gazzy said. "Sorry, but it isn't easy looking a man in the eye and telling him he's your father." Angel said.

"Think about it before you accuse us of lying. You and Harley lost two kids. A boy ten years ago, and a girl eight years ago. We lost our parents. I lost you ten years ago, Angel lost you eight years ago. If you need a DNA test, I'll let you take it! We can prove it! We have our birth certificates and certificates of death." Gazzy added quickly. He thrust a very familiar set of papers into Joker's hands.

Joker's heart stopped. Was this a joke? But then he remembered…

"I'm ten now, Angel's eight."

"He looks nothing like either one of us."

"We both have his nose."

They have Harley's eyes.

It is alive. Both the It's are alive.

And I'm staring right at them!

They came for me…

Joker dropped the papers, and at the same exact moment, the three of them lunged for each other. Gazzy to his left, Angel to his right. The Joker embraced his children as he had never done before. He buried his fingers in their hair and held the two of them close.

He may have been insane, but Joker was human. And he'd only ever admit it to three people, but he could feel. Those three people were Harley Quinn and his children. And all he felt was pure joy. They were alive. All these years, and they'd been alive.

"You're alive… you're both alive." He said incredulously. "Dad!" Gazzy said. "I knew it! I told you he'd be happy to see us!" Angel cried. Joker threw his head back and laughed like the king of Gotham did. "Ha Ha Ha Ha!" He laughed like he'd laughed when he'd pulled Harley from the acid bath.

"You didn't sell us! You really didn't sell us!" Gazzy cried.

"Sell you? Why would you think I would ever do such a thing?" Joker asked.

"That's what they told us. We were caught once during our first year of the resistance, at the German base, just before we destroyed it, in fact. We were scheduled to be 'eliminated', and they left a fake file in our cell that basically said our parents were tight on money before and after we were born, so they sold us to the school for three million dollars each. We found out from that file a few weeks ago that it was a lie! They tricked you and stole us! You wanted us! You wanted us the whole time!" Angel said with the biggest smile. She looked delighted that the lie wasn't true.

A pit of anger arose in the Joker's stomach, but he buried it. He didn't want to scare the kids. They'd stolen both of his children. Not one, both of them! And they'd turned them into mutants! And they'd used and lied to them too! Joker wasn't sure who yet, but someone was going to die.