The Joker was relaxing on the couch in the living area of the foyer while an obscure old western played on the television. He was doodling schematics for a new detonator onto a pad of paper, legs propped onto the furniture when he heard the door beneath the stairs open.

"Welcome home, Baby", he greeted with a smile as he sat up, "You feelin' any-", he stopped abruptly when he noticed the small blonde toddler clinging to his girlfriend's neck.

Standing quickly from the couch, he threw his pad down, "That had better be a long lost second cousin of The Plant's in town for a visit", he warned her with an index finger.

The couple stared each other down as the henchman, Joey, appeared behind them at the door.

"What you doin' here?" Sean whispered to him.

"I forgot somethin'. What's goin' on?"

"Ms. Quinn brought home a kid."

Joey's face dropped, "Oh shit."

"Joker," Ivy intervened calmly, "I was there and I can assure you, Harley never planned or intended on taking this child."

"Was I talkin' to you, Plant?" he spat at her.

"It's true, Puddin', she was walking into the street. I couldn't stand by and let her get hit", Harley responded.

"The hell you couldn't!", he sneered with an infuriated expression and stormed into the Cigar Lounge on his long legs, "Harley, get your ass in here!"

She rolled her eyes and handed the small girl over to Ivy who took her begrudgingly and held her in the air away from her body with an awkward look. The child stared into her green eyes for a moment before turning her lip under in a pout while her brown eyes filled with tears.

"Uh, Harley, I don't-"

"-Come and see Joey, Little One", the henchman cooed in his low voice and she went to him gladly, sucking delicately on the tip of her tiny index finger. He noticed the women's shocked stares and shrugged, "I got nieces."

Harley took the girl's small hand and kissed the back of it with a smile, "I'll be back in just a little while", and the toddler gave her a shy smile, burying her face into Joey's neck as they walked into the theater.

The short blonde turned and walked bravely into her bedroom where she found her incensed boyfriend pacing back and forth, clenching his fists. She entered the room and closed the door behind her. He walked quickly in her direction and she opened her mouth to speak, but was shortly cut off with the back of his hand across her face.

Her head was forced to turn and he gripped her arm hard in his long fingers, "Now, I know you're not stupid, so why the fuck would you go and do something so completely asinine? Where the fuck was your goddamn head, Harley?"

She turned her head slowly to look at him with a glare and attempted to speak softly, "I understand why you don't want to allow yourself to love another child, really I do-."

"-You don't know shit!"

"But I think if you just gave yourself the opportunity-"

"-What? That I'd fall in love with her and forget all about the son I lost? Is that it?" he screamed in her face.

"You can't keep punishing me for something I had nothing to do with!" she yelled back.

He hesitated and finally released his grip, running his hand through is hair with a frustrated sigh, "Harley, you gotta think of the kid. What kind of life do you think we can provide for her, huh? Not to mention you kidnapped her, which gives us zero rights. What if The Bat finds out? He'll take her away and there won't be a goddamn thing you or I can do about it."

Harley's heart sank in her chest and he began pacing again, "We talked about this to the point of exhaustion, damnit, I can't believe you did this!"

"It's not like you can get me pregnant, and we can't adopt, this is our only option!"

He stopped in front of her and leaned down to her level so their eyes were on the same plane, "We-are-criminals-Harley", he emphasized each word, "She'll never ever have the happy life she deserves if she stays with us. Did you even consider what would happen to her if you end up thrown back in Arkham? What if we get tossed in together, who's gonna take care of her, huh?"

"Joey's good with her, he could-"

"-He's a blood thirsty henchman, Harley, not a fucking pacifier."

Her chest was beginning to heave and she fought the burning in her throat while he continued, "We lead dangerous lives, what if we were killed? I be goddamned if I bring a kid into this godforsaken world or take one under my care just so they can end up in some fucking shithole of a group foster home like I was raised in. You have no idea what those fucking places are like!"

She raised her hands in front of her in an attempt to calm his increasingly hot temper, "Okay, Puddin', I understand your frustration, but what is done is done. I wouldn't know where to take her even if I wanted to, her mother was completely absent from the scene where I rescued her. No one was looking out for her and she was almost hit by a truck."

"Then you should have let her get hit!"

"I couldn't do that!"

"Since when are you so damn soft? I've seen you kill men for blowing their noses too loud when you have a headache!"

"She's just a little girl, it's different!"

He reached into this pocket and pulled out a switchblade, flicking it open, "Either you take her back or I'll take care of her."

She gasped, "You wouldn't dare!"

"Wouldn't I?"

He attempted to walk past her, but in an angry fit, which she still maintains till this day was completely driven by maternal instinct, she shot out a fist and caught him in the lip, sending his head flying back as he staggered. She spun in the air and her leg kicked the knife free from his hand just before she brought the opposite knee up into his groin. His spine flexed forward with a loud groan and he fell to his knees, clutching his crotch with both hands as the nausea rose up hot in his gut.

"What…he hell… is wrong with you, woman?" he sputtered hoarsely.

She grabbed a tuft of his hair and yanked his face up to meet with hers. He yelped with a grimace and tried to slap her again, but she dodged it and pulled harder, "If you don't want to be her father, that's just fine, but you are not going to stop me from becoming her mother."

She threw his head forward and kicked it hard with the tip of her boot. He struggled in pain for a moment before lying unconscious on the carpeted floor and she turned on her heels to fetch her daughter.

['I Can't Help (falling in love with you)' – Ingrid Michelson version]

Two days passed in the greenhouse and Harley sat on the hemp pillow bed with her blonde child, reading a story while Ivy prepared a raw vegan meal from her garden for them to share. Harley pulled slowly at the bandaid on her daughter's shoulder; attempting to remove it without hurting her while she was distracted with her book. It had been difficult for her to watch the young girl cry as Ivy stuck her with the needle, injecting the necessary anti-venom which would allow her to exist in the toxic environment of her home, but now she would be immune to all poisons, so it had been well worth it. She had just finished pulling off the last of the sticky edge when there was a soft knock at the door. Ivy and Harley shared a glanced and the redhead rolled her eyes as she walked to the door. The Joker stood on the other side, holding a small clown doll against his chest with a grin.

"Well, look who went soft", Ivy snickered, and Harley rushed to the door.

His lip was healing with a scab over the area she had laid open with her fist, and there was a large black and blue bruise on his forehead.

"I came to bring my girls home", he said softly and she leapt into his arms, kissing his face all over while he laughed at her.

A tiny girl appeared behind Ivy's legs and wrapped her small arms around one of them, staring up at him with huge brown eyes. Harley noticed him looking down at her and stepped aside so he could kneel in front of her, holding the doll in front of his scared face with a smile. She returned his grin, hiding her chubby face shyly against her aunt's leg and he chuckled at her.

"Hey there, Little Princess", he spoke softly, "Baby Harlequin wants you to come out and play."

The toddler turned her head to face him with a keen smile and reached out her delicate hand to grab the clown doll, pulling it in to her chest; it was nearly as big as she. Walking toward her mother, she lifted her arms and Harley picked her up, placing her onto her hip.

"This is your Daddy", she whispered into her ear before looking at The Joker, "Her name is Angel."

"Angel", he repeated with a smile, eyes still locked onto her brown ones as he stood, "What a pretty name."

"Earth Angel Quinn."

He scrunched his face at his girlfriend, "Earth?"

"That would be my doing", Ivy chuckled behind him and he shook his head.

"I should have known."

"Here, Daddy", Harley said, handing Angel over to him, "I'll get our things."

"Uh, oh, okay", he took her nervously and she stared up at him, hugging her new doll against her head.

"What made you change your mind?" he heard Ivy ask with a smile.

He raised an eyebrow at her, "Come on, Plant, you know I can't say no to her."

"She kicked your ass didn't she?"

"Beat the shit outta me."

Ivy laughed and walked inside to help her friend pack the suitcase. The Joker shared another long stare with his new brown-eyed daughter and she finally broke the awkward silence with another contagious smile.

"Well, Little Princess, I guess we'll go wait for Mommy in the car, huh?", he mentioned and started for the vehicle.

Angel's smile faded suddenly and she let out a discontented whine, pointing her small finger toward the greenhouse with an under-turned lip.

"Okay, alright", he responded, stepping quickly back toward the building, "I guess we'll wait here for her."

Harley appeared in the door, carrying her bag, and Angel immediately extended her small arms at her. She took her in her and kissed her soft crown lovingly, "Ready to go home, Precious? Say bye-bye to Aunt Ivy."

The Joker picked up the suitcase while Ivy kissed the child's hand and he gave her a sly grin, "Who's soft now… Aunt Ivy?"

The redhead turned with a grinning glare and walked back to her door, "Later, Papa Clown."

Joey stepped out to take the bag from his boss and place it into the trunk while he climbed into the back next to his family. Harley was powering on a small portable television for Angel, who was sitting comfortably in her lap, arms held tightly around her harlequin doll. The title opening for 'The Lion King' started on the screen as the car pulled down the drive, and her mother pressed the 'skip' button a few times.

"You don't wanna watch it from the beginning?" her father asked.

"She likes the hyenas", she explained as their daughter began to clap and giggle sweetly at the cackling beasts on the screen, "It's the only part she really cares about watching. She also prefers Scar over Simba."

He raised his eyebrows with a smile, "Does she? Well, maybe it was fate after all", he whispered, kissing Harley and laying an arm around her in the seat.