Harley was giggling beneath Jack. His hands roaming over her bare thighs, lips pressing little kisses up over her purple skin. Harley barely noticed the pain under his touch, barely. He was letting out these little hums, noises that sounded more animal than human, but Harley paid no mind to it, giggling and running her hands back through his dark hair. For a moment, their love making had been interrupted, she paused at the sudden explosions and sounds that sounded like guns and screams echoing through the room. Her worries had been put to rest when Jack sat up and whispered softly, "theres construction across the road."

Arkham was alive with chaos, and I'm sure you could guess who was dab smack in the middle of it all, laughing in all the glory as he swung a machine gun back and forth with little care of who got caught in the crossfire, muscles straining in his arms and eyes shut in delight. Inmates had been paid off to act as goons, and promised freedom, but naturally of course J planned on killing most of them in the process of escaping. Arkham's inmates were strong fellas, but they weren't reliable. But none of them knew this, and was exceptionally happy bouncing off the walls taking down anyone and everyone opposing J trying to find his girl; Ivy was livid. Beautiful vines strangling themselves around her lovers arms, lips tugged back in a violent snarl as she glared daggers down at her. Ivy knew it had been Nova who tipped J off about Harley's being at the Asylum, which meant she had gone against her orders of not telling him. Of course Ivy understood the predicament - Harley was a good friend of her little dewdrop, and in any other circumstance, Ivy likely would've marched down there herself and tore those men's grubby hands off of her, as she too respected and cared for the currently, seemingly delicate little flower. And in fact, she had planned to - until she saw the fragile state that it had put Joker in. Anyone who knew anything about the self pro-claimed King and Queen of Gotham was that when they apart it meant two things; they would grow violent, like a ticking time bomb. So much as look at them, and you were signing a death wish. Naturally people assume that Joker is worse in this situation but it is more applied to Harley, who once killed the vice president of Gotham in an attempt to send a message that she wasn't to be messed with. The second known fact, is that.. Well, they're both highly fragile without the other. More than a weeks worth of separation made their decisions clouded and made them desperate. They would do anything and turn to anyone to retrieve the other. Ivy had a plan and her precious, deviant little cactus had gone and ruined it! They could've had THE JOKER writhing and doing everything they wanted, they could've had him VULNERABLE AND CAPABLE OF BEING BROUGHT DOWN OFF THAT SELF CLAIMED THRONE OF HIS. But no. Nova was weak. She was incapable of putting Harley through that torture.

A true Goddess like herself, should be capable, of risking mortal lives at the sake of being in the spotlight.

"What on EARTH WERE YOU THINKING!?" Ivy's voice roared out over the chaos that echoed its way down the halls. In her fit of rage the vines had spread from her body, curling up over the stone walls and claiming it as their own; mother nature was currently taking back what had once rightfully been hers. "I had a PLAN Nova! Your incapability to let that girl SUFFER is your flaw! You need to be ready to let anyone and everyone take a hit for the team, Nova!" She screeched.

Nova found herself growing kind of uneasy. She hadn't seen Ivy this mad in ages, and while she knew that Ivy was going to be mad about it, she knew that she would get a lecture, but she couldn't let Harley continue to be beaten and battered the way she had been, she also didn't think she would be this mad. What was so important about getting Joker under their thumb? Joker was, after all, in some twisted mannerism, their friend. Getting on his good side was always much more beneficial then on his bad, and if they had helped him find Harley, had saved her for him, then that would mean automatically that his sense of pride and respect would make him owe them. He would always feel the need to treat them well well except for maybe Ivy but she could understand that. And besides... God only knows what would be done to them if he found out that they knew where she was all along and lied to him about it, especially with the state she was in.

"I'm sorry, Pear." She pleaded quietly, her eyes never dropping to the plants that were curling closer and closer to her neck. "You didn't see her. You didn't hear her screams I - I would've waited, really, I woulda, but Ivy.. I don't know what they were doing to her I think they were gonna kill her I had to do something." She said quietly, staring up at her Goddess with, sad eyes that told her story, she spoke the truth and only the truth. At first she was willing to wait, thinking that the guards wouldn't be as recklessly stupid as to harass the one and only Harley Quinn while her lover and well known lover of torture was merely feet above them.. But they were that stupid and then she was screaming like someone was doing the unthinkable to her and Nova...

Nova had a heart.

"That's not the point!" Ivy screeched, the vines wrapping threateningly around the girls throat. They lifted her off the ground, Nova kicking slightly as her hands wrapped around the vine in return, her eyes staring wide eyed down at Ivy as she lifted her higher and higher.

BANG.

Ivy released a high pitched howl as bullets shot through the vine hand wrapped around Nova's neck, causing her to recoil instantly. Her head snapped to the side, to see a completely unhinged, blood splattered J. His chest rose and fell with the heavy breaths that were coursing through him. Anger vibrated around his being, it seemed he still had trouble finding Harley, and he'd likely come looking for Nova to lead the way. Nova had since collapsed to the floor, regathering herself as she stood and the two women faced him. Part of Nova burned with anger that he had injured the plant and Ivy but another was thankful for the help. She remained quiet on both things.

"Now now now broccoli skin," he snarled at Ivy, his head tilting and turning back and upwards, showing off his neck and the veins that strained at the actions. "Ya can't just go around.. killin pretty little things that are gonna help me get my pretty little thing back."

The chaos had, by all means, of course, had drawn the attention of Batman himself. A dreaded feeling was set in his stomach when he had heard news that Joker had escaped and gone into full blown chaos mode. Something in him screamed that he was out for blood - and not just any blood.. Oh no, he'd find and torture anyone and everyone involved in Harley's death. Deciding that he couldn't get in through the main entrance, and that it would be easiest to work himself from the underground up, he'd gone in through the back entrance, slipped through the halls until he had come across an open cell. Peculiar, he hadn't thought that Joker had gotten down that far yet.

The sloshing of water was what was really strange - his first thought was that an inmate or something was drowning a guard. He had entered the cell, the first sight being the puddle of blood that sat in the middle of the cell, the splatters on the wall. The scratchings of JOE...KERR... on the walls with bloodied prints left behind. Must've been Harley's cell, he reasoned. But why so much blood? His eyes snapped tot he tub that sat in the corner of the room. Usually these cells were for the too high risk or the catatonics who couldn't be moved. Hovering over the tub was a guard with a red face, pale legs and arms flailing and pushing at his face in an attempt to get the grip off her throat. Bat could barely comprehend what was happening. The guard was in the process.. Of drowning Harley Quinn.. Something in him had snapped a little; not at all liking the sight. Besides, the girl probably couldn't even help herself. He quickly went over, one hand curling into the greasy black locks of the mans hair, the other in the shirt, yanking him viciously away from the tub and throwing him across the room. He quickly moved to carefully scoop Harley out of the tub, sitting her next to the wall, letting her cough the water out while he turned to the guard. His body moved in swift steps, grabbing him up by his hair again and throwing him this time out of the cell, and into the wall, a sickening crack happening in the process. Guess he broke his nose. Bats didn't care. He turned his head then, and finally noticed the state she was in.

Harley was crumpled onto the ground, body only covered by the white cloth that had stuck to her skin and gone fairly seethrough, revealing the dark bruises on her sides and her stomach. Cuts covered her arms and her legs, one on her shoulder that was hastily stitched up by what looked like an amateur. There were some similar around her neck, on her face, her eyes ringed with bruises and her lip busted, and now, to match, she had blossoming bruises around her throat where the guy had been drowning her. She just stared at him, eyes blank, blue lips parted.

"Oh hey Batty.. Didn't know we.. Had a.. meeting.. Arranged.." She croaked, her voice barely usable. Batman felt himself crumble. He had told Joker that the girl was dead. That she was well, in a better place pretty much, and all along.. All along she'd been here, being tortured by these creeps. The fact that she was being so poorly treated made him want to vomit. Bats had seen some.. Some pretty dark shit in his life, but he'd hardly ever felt this sick. Harley was usually a happy girl, full of energy and bouncing around. And now here she was, nothing but skin and bones and covered in wounds, probably malnourished and dehydrated.. He felt his heart break a little.

"Harley.. Are you okay?" He asked slowly as he approached her, taking the cape off of his suit slowly to wrap it around her.

She shook at the contact, unknowingly wincing away from him. "I'm okay, I've been good. Just a little sore, I dunno whats wrong with me but I've been uh.. Pretty clumsy lately.. And uh.. Yeah.. It kinda hurts.. And Joe's been at work..." she whispered. Confusion plowing Batman down at the way she spoke to him. He was so confused as to what was happening, and she was just staring at him with those glazed over, broken eyes.

"Whose Joe?"

"My.. Joe... Kerr..."

Joker.. Of course. As wrong as it was, Batman knew the solution to what was happening wasn't to put them back in Arkham. Obviously Bruce Wayne needed to do something to clean the place up, and Joker obviously was going to be unhinged and chaotic until Harley was safe with him, and Harley.. Harley needed to be far, far, far, away from here.

"I'll take you to him.." He reasoned quietly. He knew it was something that the public eye would frown upon, but it would mean no more people would die. At least, no more of the ones who didn't do this to her, and she would be safe. For some reason, all he wanted, was her to be safe.

So he scooped her up, wrapped up in his cape, and began his decent into the chaos. As he got to the top level of the floor, the only thing that could be heard over the gunfire and screams, was Jokers unhinged laughter.

HA...HA...HA...HA...HA...HA.. . . . .HA.

Harley really had just been thinking that she was having a nice little chitchat with her favorite Brock! But, suddenly the echoing sound of some.. Terrifying laughter had slipped into her ears, then the sound of gunshots and screaming. Harley felt herself panicking. There was smoke surrounding her, Brock was wearing a mask for some godly reason, and the fire alarm was blaring in her ears. She began to cough, eyes tearing away and tearing up. "My babies!" She cried, writhing in her spot, trying to run to the living room to get her children, so that they could get out of there, so she could save them, but she couldn't move from her seat. Tears began to stream down her cheeks as violent sobs shook her body. "Brock, you gotta save them! Save my babies!" She cried, begging as she slammed her hand on the table. It was the only thing she could do. But the fire had already consumed the living room, the screams and cries of her babies turning into the screams and cries of other people. Harley gripped her head and began to cry uncontrollably. Her babies were dead.

Batman didn't understand. He didn't get where the begging for her babies lives to be saved came from. He didn't know who Brock was, or why she was writhing in his arms, but he held her all the same. Harley's fantasy deteriorating and the pain from all her wounds, from the lost of her babies hit her like a truck. She looked up at Batman, confused, but instead of questioning him, she just turned her head into his suited chest, and began to cry again. Just let the tears flow until she could finally hear his laugh. Hear him in his favorite state. A state of unhinged chaos that meant lots of people, were going to die. And while the thought mildly cheered her up, she continued to shake and sob, mourning the death of her two children. Even if they weren't physically a real thing.

Batman had to swallow back his own urge to cry for her.

When he found Joker, he had Nova and Ivy in toll, beating on some Doctor by the name of Doctor Richard. Doctor Richard was very obviously not alive. Joker was stamping aggressively on the mush that was his head. Hair flying out of place, eyes unnervingly wide, lips ripped back in vicious laughter. He only stopped when Nova had grabbed his arm.

Joker's ears were finely tuned to recognize the sound of his Harley's distress from a mile away, and it was the only thing that he could hear right now. The soft broken sobs that she was letting creak into the air. His head shot up from the mashed head beneath him, landing on Batman, who walked slowly, like he was carrying a dead infant. Joker had seen it before. He felt his heart tighten unnaturally in his chest as his eyes landed on the little fragile girl wrapped up in the black cape. First anger hit him, eyes landing back on bats face, the instant thought that he had done it to her hitting him like a train. "You did that, didn't you, batsy? To get back at me?" He growled, but Bats just shook his head, silent as he stood before him with the crying girl in his arms. That's when it hit him. No.. No of course Batman wouldn't do that to his Harley.. Batsy was capable of a lot of things but one thing he had never done, was injure Harley that badly..

He tilted his head and strained it at awkward angles as he reached for her brokenly. Batman set the girl into his arms, kept her wrapped tight in his cape so Joker wouldn't see the extent of the injuries while he was there. Harley's violent sobs had calmed at the contact, now just creaking little whimpers and hot tears. Joker felt his entire body yearn for her happiness, cradling her into his chest in an attempt at being nurturing. "Don't worry, baby girl, daddy's got ya now.. Ain't nobody.. Ain't nobody gonna hurt ya no more.. Ya hear me?" He whispered sweetly down at her, and Harley just cried back in response. Behind him, even Ivy felt her planted heart break, having to go wrap herself possessively around Nova, knowing that if anyone had ever injured her dewdrop like that, then.. She would surely burn the city to the ground in response. Nova was crying quietly herself now, her heart hurting because she knew.. She knew the extent of poor Harley's injuries, and she knew the mental torture that she must be going through.

"Leave," Batman said quietly. "Take her and leave. Get her out of this place and for gods sake, Joker, don't let her come back any time soon.." He had urged, before he had paused to give her one last look. "Keep the cape." And with that, he was gone to put a stop to the rest of the chaos.

Joker had just brokenly left with his Harley, Nova and Ivy helping them get back home.. And oh- when they were home...

Joker swore he'd never let another person touch her ever again.

Hey again guys! This one is specifically dedicated to my Puddin; I love you. I really do. And I hope that you know that at every moment of you're day. And I know this is late, but I've been trying to think up the perfect things for this chapter to have, and especially the Nova parts. I know you love the little involvements of her in the works. I hope you enjoyed this, I had you in mind when I wrote.