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Harley

Once everyone was sat down and settled down, Gazzy and Angel started telling Harley and Joker what had happened to them.

"We were stolen by a company that used to be a pretty big name. ITEX, also called Itexicon. Ever heard of it?" Gazzy asked.

"ITEX? Yeah, I've heard of it. Their name used to be on almost everything. I heard some teenagers wrecked their main facility in Germany because like they weren't environmentally safe or somethin'." Harley said.

"That be them. And try 'millions of teenagers'. Also, that maaay have been because of us, but we'll get to that later." Angel said.

"We were sent to one of ITEX's secret Death Valley California, eight miles due north from the badwater basin. We called it 'The School'. It was a bad place. A horrible place. Sicko scientists we called Whitecoats created mutants like us there and did experiments on them. On us."

Gazzy shuddered.

"I remember living in a dog crate. With only the flock for comfort. I remember being forced to undergo dangerous experiments. Being forced to run on a treadmill until I was so exhausted I collapsed. Being forced to drink some terrible-tasting orange stuff that made me sick. So many of them would leave me sick and dying. I didn't even get the worst of it. The whitecoats tried to give Iggy the ability to see in the dark, and when they brought him back, as soon as he woke up, we knew something was wrong. The color of his eyes, they were white and milky, that and he was screaming 'I can't see, I can't see!' at the top of his lungs. When Angel came to The School, I remember it like it was yesterday.

"I was sleeping when I heard a tapping on someone's crate that woke me up. I opened my eyes and saw that it was a white coat. She was carrying a baby. She opened the door of Max's cage and kind of… thrust her into her arms. Then she locked the crate again. She told Max that the child was 'Subject Eleven' and that Max was in charge of taking care of her. If anything happened to her, Max would be killed, too.

"Listening to the Whitecoats talk, we figured out that Angel was my sister based on what they were saying. Angel was lucky. Since she was just a baby, the Whitecoats knew she couldn't do hard experiments like us, so they mainly studied the way she grew, took blood samples. She was lucky."

Angel squeezed his hand. Harley and Joker were staring at him with looks of horror.

"We were imprisoned at the School until I was about two and a half years old. Angel was four months old. Whitecoats didn't view us as humans. We were 'subjects'. 'Merchandise'. 'Experiments'. As for us, we weren't even sure if we had real parents. Maybe we were test-tube babies or something. By the way the Whitecoats talked, you'd think that were true, but there was one Whitecoat who didn't see us that way. He saw us as children. Just kids in a bad situation. He was kind to us, he bandaged our injuries, he made other whitecoats be gentle with us, he brought us enough food and tried to get us stuff we liked. His name was Jeb Batchelder.

"Eight years ago, he stole us, the whole Flock, from The School and took us far away. Jeb raised us in a large cabin in the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, Colorado. The house was awesome. Shaped like a sideways E, the bars cantilevered on stilts out over a steep canyon, so if you looked out a window, it made you feel like you were floating. Jeb was like our Dad. He taught us how to fight, how to fly, how to take care of ourselves. He saved us. None of us had parents back then, Jeb came as close as possible. Four years later, he disappeared. We all knew he was dead, but we didn't talk about it. We were on our own. No one told us what to do, well, except Max. She was the oldest. She was the leader. Two years after Jeb disappeared, the house was attacked by Erasers while we were out picking strawberries."

Joker interrupted. "You mentioned 'Erasers' earlier. What's an Eraser? Like, a pink schoolhouse eraser?"

"We wish. Erasers were part-human, part-wolf - all predator. They're tough, smart, and hard to control. They look human, but when they want to, they are capable of morphing into wolf men, complete with fur, fangs, and claws. ITEX used them as guards, police - and executioners." Angel explained.

"To them, we the flock were seven moving targets - smart enough to be a fun challenge. Basically, they want to rip our throats out. And make sure the world never finds out about us." Gazzy said.

"Later, ITEX engineered them to have wings, too. Specifically to fight us. They weren't very good flyers, though. They were raised from test-tubes and raised to hunt and kill. Pure monsters. Lucky for us: they come with a big flaw - they don't live very long. The oldest ones only live to be about seven, eight, rarely nine years old. Then they just... Drop dead. We've seen it happen before. Only one of them was ever good. He was also the only one not born out of a test-tube. His name was Ari, Jeb's son. He was a regular kid, but ITEX turned him into an Eraser to see if that would cure the whole die really young thing. He was also Max's half-brother. He died when he was only seven years old. We'll talk about him later."

Listening to Angel, Harley got a little worried. "Are there still Erasers? Since ITEX is mostly gone?" "No, ITEX killed all of them and replaced them with robot Erasers we called Flyboys. They had all of Erasers abilities, but they always stayed in the wolf-looking state, and they were stuuupid. They also lasted a whole lot longer, but they were much easier to fight. Both because of their low IQ's, and a design flaw. Striking them really hard on the bases of their spines, they'd drop like a rock. With success about nine out of ten times. But they were still dangerous. Angel, me, the whole Flock all have scars from fighting Erasers and Flyboys- and from the experiments the whitecoats did to us. Don't worry though, We haven't seen any Erasers or Flyboys in months. ITEX has either terminated all of them or the facilities where they're made keep getting destroyed by yours truly."

Harley clenched her fists. They sent monsters after my kids. How long is the list?

The tale continued.

Gazzy told them everything. From The Angel Experiment to MAX. After that, everything was different. The flock stuck together and everyone but Gazzy, Angel, and Total were killed during a fight with Erasers. At that same battle, Angel and Gazzy uncovered top secret ITEX files that clearly stated, not in code, that their parents names were Harleen Quinzel, now known as Harley Quinn, and Jack Napier, now known as The Joker. A powerful crime lord couple who ruled Gotham City, New Jersey. The files also said the couple believed Gazzy and Angel to have died minutes after their birth. I would type Gazzy and Angel telling their parents all of this, but I am LAZY and that would be like a billion words long. So, TIME SKIP!

By the time 'storytime' was over, it was midnight and Harley was in tears. She wasn't bawling, but there was no stopping the tears rolling down her face or the little sobs escaping her lips.

"Oh honey, come 'ere. Both of ya." She choked, holding her arms out for a hug. Gazzy and Angel, her angels, went around the coffee table. Angel got there first and crawled into her lap. Then Gazzy just stood there and wrapped his arms around her neck.

Harley couldn't contain herself. The emotions were too much. First, she'd been overjoyed her children, Gazzy and Angel, were alive and well. Then, she'd been angry to find out why she had not been aware of this. Then, she'd been even angrier to find out what had been done to them. Now, she was just… sad. Upset. To find out what they'd been through.

Seeing the scars on their bodies from countless fights, as well as the mental and emotional scars on their minds. On their souls. She saw those scars in their eyes, in their tone of voice when they spoke of their sorrows. It broke her heart.

She could feel Mr. J's arms around her, his head rested on her shoulder. "Shhh, it'll be okay." Ever since their eight month separation and breaking her out of Belle Reve eleven years ago, he'd been… different. He had used to be a perfect picture of an 'abusive' partner. Which for the most part Harley had been fine with.

But after being captured by the Bat and rescued those long, torturous eight months later, Joker had treated her differently. He'd been considerably less strict about what she did with her clothes and her hair, he'd frequently asked for her opinion on things, constantly told her how beautiful she was, and did random nice things for her just to "remind her how special she was".

Things like leaving little gifts for her all over the house like boxes of chocolates, new jewelry, and new weapons. He'd randomly give her a hug whenever she "looked lonely", stop to kiss her for no reason at all, etc...

Harley's favorite thing… he'd just been… gentler. He raised his voice increasingly less until it got to the point he only ever did once in a blue moon if ever. Whenever he was about to raise a hand to her he'd get a terrified look on his face and suddenly stop himself and leave, avoiding her like the plague and... (she was positive she wasn't imagining it) sulking for several hours after. Giving her the most guilty look whenever their paths crossed until she'd sneak up on him and tell him how she knew he didn't mean it and how much she loved him. Then he'd apologize over and over and tell her how much he loved her and how bad he was and how he didn't deserve her while he held her close to him until they both felt better.

She hated it when that happened, she never liked being away from him for long and she could just see it on his face and in his eyes that his own actions hurt him far worse than they ever hurt her.

Even in bed, he was different. He took her slowly and gently, even went so far as to make love to her (anyone could guess Joker preferred it rough). He treated her like a china doll that would shatter into a million pieces if he wasn't careful. Whispering in her ear how good, how beautiful, how perfect she was, how she made him feel as he made her moan with pleasure for him. Stroking and kissing her everywhere he knew she liked.

As well as being more gentle, he'd gotten considerably more protective of her, to the point he was almost overbearing. She loved him for it of course, he was so sweet. He never let her go anywhere unprotected and rarely let her go anywhere without him. He didn't tolerate anyone insulting her whatsoever. Well, he didn't before either, but he was more severe about it now. The death of the last man to call her a 'bad bitch' had taken weeks. Harley had to crack a smirk at the thought.

Harley (being a former psychiatrist) figured their time apart had made him realize how painful it was without her, how lost he was, how much he needed her. The thought of being away from her again just terrified him.

Proof of Harley's theory, Joker had proposed to her just under a month after breaking her out of Belle Reve, and they had been married one month later. Ten months after that… Gazzy was born... And you know the rest.

Harley wiped the tears away from her face and let them go. "Alright, I'm okay and so are you now. Puddin, I think we need to send these kids off to bed." "I think you're right. Jonny!" He called towards the kitchen.

Jonny Frost, the Joker's right-hand man, walked into the room. "Hey Jonny, take Gazzy and Angel to the guest rooms across from Harley's and mine. Then send someone out and get some kids clothes you think will fit them. Just an outfit or two and some pajamas until we can get them some… proper attire."

Jonny nodded. "Yes boss, right away. Com'on kids, let's get you two off to bed. I think your parents have stuff to talk about."

And they did. Boy, they did have a lot to talk about.