Deadshot had illegally entered many locations throughout his life, but breaking into a graveyard was a first. Quite frankly, he wasn't even sure why he was doing it now. All he knew was that Harley left a brief voicemail asking him to meet in a cemetery outside Gotham. Seeing as how they hadn't spoken since the Belle Reve breakout, Deadshot couldn't find an excuse to turn the unexpected meeting down.

"You know," Deadshot said as he approached Harley, "Most people prefer to meet their friends in coffee shops,"

"But we're not like most people, are we?" Harley asked as she gave him a smile. "Thanks for coming,"

Deadshot caught sight of the dates etched into the three stones, as well as the surname's uncanny similarity to "Quinn". "Are they the reason we're here?"

"Yes," Harley returned her gaze to where it had been before Harleen so rudely interrupted. "They…the Quinzels…are my family,"

Realizing this specific location wasn't some bizarre macabre whim as he'd anticipated, Deadshot said, "I'm sorry,"

Harley nodded. "I've come here on the day of their death every year since it happened. I guess I just wanted someone to be with me this time,"

"You've never brought anyone here before?" Deadshot asked, slightly surprised. "Not even the Joker?" When Harley remained silent, Deadshot asked, "Does the Joker even know about them?"

"Mr. J doesn't view death the same way I do," Harley said, trying to avoid answering the questions altogether. "He doesn't see the need to memorialize mankind once they are gone. 'Legacies are preserved in heirs and ideologies', he says, 'Not memories or memorials,'"

"That seems a little pessimistic,"

Harley shrugged. "I love my Puddin'," she said, "But that doesn't mean we share the same ideas about everything,"

Deadshot was going to ask why the Joker didn't know about her past if the two were so in love, but this hardly seemed like the right moment to bring the topic up. "So what happened to them?" he asked instead. "Your family,"

A faraway look came over Harley's face as her subconscious pulled her into Harleen's past. "I was still a teenager," she recounted. "I'd stayed after school for some help with one of my classes. When I came home I found my house surrounded by police cars and sealed off with caution tape. A…" Harley swallowed. "A madman who'd escaped Arkham had broken in and killed my parents and sister,"

"Do you have any other-"

"No," Harley said. "It's just me now,"

And thus began the solitary life of Harleen, with no family or friends to share her grief. Was it really surprising then that the Joker with all his lush insanity swept Harleen Quinzel off her feet and into the world of Harley Quinn? The Joker helped her rediscover life and love, and this new perspective even allowed her to laugh again.

However, now it seemed those tables had begun turn. The boundless bliss Harley felt with the Joker had begun to dwindle ever since the arrival of Harleen. No matter how much Harley yearned for the Joker, Harleen seemed to be consistently pulling her back, whispering in her ear that the joke had been on Harley all along.

Don't be his marionette. You let him play you for far too long.

"Harley?" Deadshot asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

Harley whipped her head up. "Hm?"

"You okay? Looked like you were in your own little world for a moment,"

Harley scowled. Were the voices in her head now ganging up on her Puddin' too?

"It's nothing," Harley mumbled. "Just been off my medication for too long,"

They stood in silence, both unsure of what to say next to one another. Then Deadshot lowered his eyes to the ground, interlaced his fingers, and said a silent prayer.

This took Harley aback. She never would have taken Deadshot for the religious type, nor any other members of Task Force X for that matter, except perhaps Diablo. But even Harley had a moment of faith when she first laid eyes upon Amanda Waller, believing that she'd suddenly come face to face with the devil. Sometimes all it took was an extreme circumstance to reignite that spark of faith.

And so, surprising even herself, Harley lowered her eyes, interlaced her fingers, and began to say a silent prayer as well.

[To be continued in "Somebody's Hero"]