A/N 'Play appropriate movie music' so I love you guys so much, I do listen to everything you guys say and what you want and let me tell you something, you guys want it all. I have found a way to give you EVERYTHING you want and nothing. Hehe. Except for one problem.. for me to give you everything I have to also open up the story to something very intense. I have to give you some of the comic story line that I've been working on. Sot he story is going to be much larger for the next few chapter. Warnings, this is going to be super intense from this chapter on for the next few. A few things are going to happen that are going to be shocking and if you have delicate sensitivity towards well, unethical things against children. You might wanna skip this stuff. Still lots of J.

FYI My beta is still on vacation, she's supposed to be back this week but I wanted to get this event going. I'll go back whens he does her edit magic and replace the chapters as we go. I just couldn't leave you hanging.

Please Enjoy.

Chapter 6 – Universal

She was screaming.

He could hear her above the sound of gunfire and explosions, he could hear the wail in her cry that he'd easily learned to identify.

She was not afraid, not of the sounds, not the death.

She was screaming for him.

He caught a glimpse of her, she was across the room, the same woman who'd taken her was holding onto her now.

She glanced towards them, her red hair coming out of its braid, a gun in her hand.

She pointed it at two of his men and shot them both with single kill shots.

Eve screamed louder in the woman's arms, she squirmed as if she was trying to get away from her. She was too little for that but anyone who looked in their direction could easily see the baby didn't want to be where she was.

J laughed as he machine gunned his way across the room, Eve heard him and her little head lifted, for a moment she stopped crying as she desperately looked for the source of his voice.

It only made him laugh harder to see the child searching for him, he laughed in anger, anger to see his daughter so far away from him, angry that they'd dare come into his house, steal her away and hold her hostage like that.

Angry that she was crying, crying because of these people, not because she was hungry or because she wanted to be changed, not even from exhaustion. She was crying because they'd taken her away from her daddy.

The woman was as ruthless as he was, she didn't care who died as long as she kept her prize, the problem was, she was messing with the wrong man.

Eve began to cry again and the red head moved away, leaving her men to die.

They were expendable, she didn't need them anymore now that she had what she'd come for.

He'd taken her away from whoever had Harley and now they intended to take Eve back but J had other plans.

This bitch wasn't taking Eve anywhere and when he got his hands on her, he was going to make her talk, he was going to make her beg for her life. He'd deny her death, she'd beg for him to end her life and he'd deny her that right.

He'd introduce her to Bud and Lou, sit Eve in the swing Shelly had insisted she needed so she could watch daddy work and the woman would spill her every secret.

Including where Harley was.

Don't worry princess, daddy's going to get your mommy back for us.

His boys finally shot a path for them, he looked at Frost who had gunned down another guard.

The woman was near one of the doors, she was laying Eve into a baby carrier, Eve was still crying her lungs out, amazing that she could scream like that, over the violence, over everything. Her voice echoing above it all, reaching his ears.

J stabbed two guards and started walking towards the woman.

She looked back and he had the great satisfaction to see the wariness in her eyes. She wasn't expecting them to move so quickly but his men were with him for a reason and he had a drive right now, a blood driven need to get to that woman and make sure she didn't move.

She pulled a cloth out of her jacket and crouched down in front of the baby, laying it on her mouth.

He snarled angrily as he realized what she was doing, he moved quicker, Eve's screams turned to muffled wails, her tiny fists flaying violently. Until she was nearly suffocated, her blue eyes fluttering shut.

He wasn't fast enough, he moved through people, shooting anyone who got in his way but the red head grabbed the carrier and slipped into the hallway, smiling at him with a wave.

"Move, do not let her leave." he screamed.

They followed her down the hall, she led them down several corridors before she stopped and turned, her gun in hand.

It was military grade, a pistol and she was quick to reload it.

Oh she was good, a professional killer with the highest training. The kind of girl he would have hired, if she hadn't started off with such an insult.

"You willing to let her die?" she threatened, holding up the carrier, Eve was unconscious, her face streaked with tears, her face still red.

"We don't miss." He growled, all of them pointing their weapons at her.

She smiled serenely. "Neither do I."

She pointed her own gun at the baby, the cold hard edge of a woman who would not hesitate if they pushed her.

"You touch a hair on her head-"

"Aw, that's sweet, you bonded in such a short amount a time." The woman shook her head. "You think I really give a fuck? I'm not afraid of you."

"Oh but I think you are." He purred, stepping forward, she didn't move, her gun still pointed at his daughter. "And if you aren't, then I suggest you start."

"I've faced worse than you Joker, you have a long way to go to threaten me but see, I have something on you, two things and let me tell you that I'm not afraid to use them for my own benefit."

"You think I care what you do to her?"

"I bet my life on it." she grinned, glancing at Frost and the other men. "I'll bet theirs and yours too."

J stepped closer, he let his heart rate slow down, he crushed down his feelings, they had no place here, they had no place in him.

To get Harley back, to save Eve from this woman, he had to forget that he felt anything, he had to become lost in the chaos and fuck the consequences.

She was asleep, she was laying there with her eyes closed and this woman with a mask had done it, this woman who strutted around calling herself a hero.

J would show her what he did with wanna be heroes.

"You think forgetting that you care will save them? If I die, someone else will be there to end Harley's life. So how about you do what you're good at and walk away, leave your daughter with me like you left Harley to drown and everything goes back to normal, you get your freedom back."

He snarled at her insult, her taunt, her hand wasn't shaking as she pointed her weapon.

"You really want this?" she asked, glancing down at the baby before them. "You seriously think you can?"

"That isn't your concern, I don't like when people mess with my stuff."

She laughed, a humorless sound that could have been pleasing but wasn't. A buzzing sounded from the pocket of her jacket and she grinned.

No, something was wrong with this.

He paid attention again, she'd stopped here on purpose, she was standing here with one gun and yet she was confident, unafraid of their weapons or his threats.

"You're good sugar but I'm better, what they paying you?"

She tilted her head, he had trouble seeing her full expression under that mask.

"Very well, why? You wanna offer me a job?"

"Sorry honey but you pissed me off."

"Good, well this has been fun but I've got to go. It's getting late and I think baby Eve really needs a nap."

Before he could even get off one shot, she'd lifted her weapon and shot one of his men. Too fast, almost as if she had super speed.

A meta.

"I hope you understand, this is business, well look who I'm talking to. Of anyone in the world you should understand that." she grinned and took a step back and to the right, her gun pointed back at Eve. "I have no personal feelings against you or your daughter, it's only my job."

The bitch had the nerve to say this wasn't personal? After what she'd done? After taking his daughter after he'd fucking worked so hard to get her in the first place, drugging her so that she lay like a rag doll in a tacky car carrier, standing there with balls she shouldn't possess, to shoot at him and his men and she had the nerve to say this wasn't personal?

She put the carrier down, she cracked her neck and pointed her gun at something on the wall behind her and everything suddenly came into focus.

She'd kept herself between the wall and their sight, until that moment.

The sirens blared, loud enough to wake Eve if she hadn't been drugged and he felt his blood run cold.

No, she couldn't.

"I'll tell Harley that Eve had a great time with her daddy." the woman called as the emergency fire doors slammed shut, they had somehow been hidden from them. "It's been real."

"NO." He screamed as he watched the red head disappear with his child.

Gone, again, lost.

6 days prior

Harley lay on her back with Eve nestled on her chest, she rubbed her back lightly, glad she'd put her in a short sleeve onsie today. It was hot. Harley herself was only in her underwear, missing the New Jersey weather. Eve had inherited the intolerance for this heat.

"Honey bun, can't wait for autumn." She breathed miserably. "We are not made for this weather."

Eve grunted her agreement and squirmed a little, adjusting her head against Harley's breast. She was stretching her limbs, her arms moving against Harley's skin and her tiny legs kicked back and forward. Eve was far more confident now, at two months old she had spent every day with Harley, exploring the limitations of her small body.

Eve was roughly the size of a newborn now and Harley did everything she could to make her stronger and it was working.

She was still small for her actual age but Harley understood that her age and her development were very different. Holding her, it was like holding a baby who was only a week old.

Yet you looked into those eyes and you just knew, her blue eyes were starting to develop a little, they weren't as dark as they'd been at first and she'd been right, they were going to be like her puddin's. She could see it already.

Her hair, which had been dark enough to be called brown was starting to fall out, little strands here and there and the hints of a lighter blonde underneath had started growing in.

She was going to be a stunning beauty when she grew up. Harley imagined her puddin machine gunning teenage boys, torturing them for even looking at his beautiful daughter.

Eve started to move, she lifted her head up, making a loud, high pitched squeal that made Harley laugh.

She loved the noises she made, they were beautiful and full of emotion, when she was hungry she had a cry that was short and urgent, when she was wet she had a longer sounding cry that almost sounded annoyed but Harley loved this sound the most.

The happy ones.

She rolled them over so that they were laying side by side on the mattress they'd put on the floor, they still didn't trust her with a bed but Caroline had persuaded Griggs to at least throw a mattress and new blankets in here for her.

It was pressed up against the wall so Harley never worried about Eve rolling onto the concrete.

"I love you." Harley whispered to her baby girl, running a finger over her cheek, Eve kicked her legs excitedly at the sound of her mother's voice, her mouth opening into a sweet baby smile that was accompanied by a squeal.

The sound of footsteps turned Harley's grin into a scowl, there were several of them, coming from the main corridor.

"Seven of them honey bun." she whispered very, very quietly. "Mommy has to put you in your bed, I'm sorry."

She sat up, Eve still delighted as she stared up at her mother. Even more so when Harley picked her up in her arms and rose to her feet with her.

Eve's most favorite place in the entire world was in Harley's arms but it wouldn't last today.

That many guards, that wasn't a good sign.

Harley walked over to the head of the mattress, crouching down fluidly and laying Eve inside the bassinet they'd given her to sleep in. No metal, all plastic, still easily made into a weapon and Harley had not wasted the opportunity to prepare for days like this.

Harley pulled the homemade knife from under the bassinet, it was small but sharp and she grinned down at Eve.

"Mama loves you, mama has to go deal with some unwelcome guests. You wait right here and stay pretty."

Eve cooed happily and waved her arms at Harley expectantly.

Harley pretended to be paying attention solely to Eve but her senses were focused on the sounds of the guards.

They were all calling each other, demanding they shape up because the boss was coming.

"Oh goody Eve, uncle Griggs is coming. Lets see if mommy can give him a little present today." she showed Eve the shiv and tucked it carefully into her bra. "Wish mommy luck."

She bent into the bassinet and placed a kiss on Eve's forehead before pulling away, hearing his voice.

"Harley honey, ya mind coming over here for a second?" He was being extra nice today, oh what the hell did he want from them?

She giggled and rose back to her feet, skipping over to the bars.

"Mm, mm, mm, looking good today hotness." He commented as he eyed her in her underwear.

She had to admit, she looked incredible. She'd spent the last two months getting her body into some form of fit.

She'd done a good job of it too, it was easy. Crunches with Eve in the bassinet, push ups while she did belly time, cartwheels while she slept and practicing back flips and handstands to entertain her honey bun the rest of the time.

Yet her breasts were still swollen from breast feeding, her hips had widened and her curves looked incredibly appealing.

She could imagine all of the men imagining she was their lover, wishing they could take a taste of her, she imagined her puddin seeing her now, her body finally perfected, her final evolution.

She smiled brightly at him, showing her white teeth.

"Can I help you?" she asked sweetly.

"You gonna behave honey?" He asked, crossing his arms.

"Well that depends, have you come to play?"

"Oh now, I would love to play but we're kind of on a schedule today, sad to say I need you to be a good girl for me and bring your little bug over here."

Bug, he called Eve a bug, he said it almost affectionately, like a cute nickname

Harley hated the name.

"Why you want my honey bun?" She said quietly.

"Just get her." Griggs said impatiently.

"No." she told him with narrowed eyes.

"Honey, don't make this harder than it needs to be."

"Come in here and say that." she warned. "Cause you ain't getting her."

Griggs sighed and stared at the guards. "Hit her."

One of them pointed his gun at her, then shot her in the chest.

Harley hissed as she looked down at the tranquilizer dart. "Fuck."

It was something strong, something very strong.

In seconds she felt her body go heavy, that dizzy feeling clouding her head but she stood there, the most menacing smile on her face, her eyes a lit with fire.

They watched her crouch down, any belief they had that having Eve would weaken her evaporated as they watched her flex and tense up, the predatory animal flaring up.

Harley heard Eve fussing from behind her but it sounded very far away.

No, she had to stay awake, she had to stay awake through the fog or they were going to take her baby.

They were coming to take her baby, no, she'd known, they'd lied.

"Griggs, do you want me to shoot her again?" someone was saying, it sounded like being under water.

"No, she's almost out." He said as they watched her.

It took longer than any of them expected, no one moved as she finally collapsed in a heap.

"Nobody move until we're sure she's out, don't want a repeat of last time." Griggs ordered as he stared at the clown queen.

They waited but Harley just lay there, unmoving.

"Grab the kid." he ordered and four guards walked into the cell.

A fatal mistake.

Harley moved when she felt the vibration of the first guard, jumping up with her make shift knife in hand, stabbing the guard in the leg, pulling it out and stabbing him again in the chest, once, twice, three times.

"Stop her!" Griggs said as he backed away. "Now."

Harley was laughing, a crazed feral look in her eyes, the sedative was working but too slowly, strong enough to cloud her judgment, strong enough to awaken the monster inside.

More guards stormed in, she struck at them over and over again, not feeling the pain as they hit her.

They started to drop, each of them falling to her power.

When the sedative finally did knock her down, there were bodies all over the floor.

She collapsed, the knife falling to the side.

"Now how does something that small withstand that amount of tranquilizer?" Griggs asked once they were sure she was out.

"She's a mother, you'd be surprised what one of those can withstand to protect their child." The voice of Dr Logan said as he stepped out into the main corridor. "Especially when they're super villains."

"Get the kid." Griggs ordered again but Logan held up his hand.

"We've got her."

Caroline walked up beside them, holding a car seat and a change of clothes. She looked over at Harley warily and then at the guards who were being pulled out of the cell.

"Don't worry ma'am, she's out cold."

"You sure about that?" Caroline asked hesitantly. "She nearly killed eight guards and you thought she was out cold."

Griggs glanced in Harley's direction, then looked at the rest of his guards.

"Check her."

There was tension in the room as one of the guards walked in, carefully stepping around Harley's body to check that she was properly sedated.

He cuffed her and chained her before Caroline dared to walk in.

Eve was crying now, that loud long scream that could be heard through the prison of Belle Reve. Even down in the sewer cell of Killer Croc where the monster lay forgotten.

"How does she have lungs like that?" Griggs asked annoyed with the baby. "She ain't any bigger than my sons were when they were born but she screams like she's got... super powers. What you guys do to her?"

"Nothing, that's just her gift." Logan said proudly. "She's just that strong."

"Well, having that bug out of here for a few days won't be hurting my feelings none."

"You think you can handle her?" Logan pointed at Harley.

"Hotness, yeah, she won't be a problem."

"Remember Griggs, superiors want her alive, we'll have Eve back in a matter of days and I'd like Harley kept out of the hospital ward. It's more than either of our jobs is worth if she dies."

"We can handle her." Griggs said with an air of arrogance.

"I hope so."

Caroline changed Eve into a clean change of clothes before settling her into the car seat. The infant wailed and protested, never having been in the contraption. She didn't like it at all.

"I know honey, I know. You don't like this."

There was going to be a lot Eve didn't like for the next few days.

"She's ready." Caroline announced when she'd secured Eve properly.

"Alright, lets move."

Harley was left where she'd dropped, every prisoner forced to hear the screams of the princess of Gotham, angry, uncontrolled sounds that echoed down through the corridors.

Catching the attention of the most brutal killers, even Floyd Lawson walked to his cell door, curious at the sound.

Eve cried until she couldn't cry anymore, till her lungs were out of air and no sound came out.

She cried all the way out of Belle Reve and during the ride to the air strip many miles away.

2 hours later

A red haired woman was waiting at the airstrip, she looked young, in her mid twenties, at least that's what it looked like to anyone who glanced in her direction. She was idly flipping through a magazine when the car pulled up.

She barely gave them a glance before she sighed and put her magazine back in her jacket.

Terry Callen wasn't looking forward to this trip.

It was a waste of time, a dangerous waste of time.

Do they not realize he knows? She thought to herself as she made her way to the car.

Her contacts in Gotham had called last month, letting her know that the Joker had put up a very large reward for anyone who gave him legitimate information about Harley's whereabouts and the location of the baby.

Terry didn't know who'd leaked the information but it didn't matter, the fact was, he knew and she wasn't paid enough to tell them that little fact. If they couldn't figure it out on their own, then that was their problem. She'd do her job but unless they were willing to up her payroll check, she wasn't going out of her way.

For a day or so she'd even considered telling the Joker herself where Harley was but she didn't think he'd have the kind of funds she needed, if he did, well she would have offered her services to him years ago.

"Terry, punctual as always." Logan said when he got out of the car.

"I've been here for an hour." She complained and glanced at the young woman who was pulling the baby out of the back seat. "Hey Caroline."

"Terry."

Eve was sucking on a pacifier but her face was scrunched up in a scowl, like she was only using the pacifier to get some frustration out.

"Cute kid." Terry glanced back at her detail. 'So who's going?"

"Just myself." Logan informed her. "Caroline, enjoy the next few days, when we get back, the hard work starts."

"You think the board will give you the green light?"

"It's why I'm taking this little lady with me." He pointed to Eve. "If they see her, if they can look at her in person. I don't think they'll say no."

Terry rolled her eyes, he didn't notice. These people actually had to see this kid to believe she was the Joker's and Harley Quinn's? Terry could see it, she had the clown's nose and eyes, she had the crazy clown girl's cheek bones and chin. How could you not see it?

"I'm not taking care of that kid for you." Terry said flatly.

"You won't need to, I have Sarah waiting for us there."

"You think Sarah can handle this kid?" Terry looked skeptical.

"She'll do fine, she's got experience." Logan said with a smile. "Besides, once we start the first few injections, you'll see a difference."

Caroline looked troubled but she said nothing.

"So lets get this show on the road, it's a three hour flight and I hope it's a quieter ride than the car one." Logan grabbed the car seat from Caroline and headed to the plane.

"Take care of her." Caroline asked Terry. "Please."

"My job isn't to take care of her Caroline, my job is to be violent."

"You think someone will try something?"

Terry smirked. "Oh, I can damn near guarantee it. I'll be in Metropolis for the most part, if things go smoothly, then that's where I'll stay, if they don't well..."

"You think the Joker knows, don't you?"

Terry shrugged before turning, walking towards the plane.

"Doesn't matter if he does, only matters if he tries something."

That was the question, would he?

4 hours later

Sarah Martinez stepped out of the cab, paying the driver with a tip.

"Thank you." She said with a smile. The blonde unhooked the car seat from the belt and slid out of the car.

You'd think they'd have brought her a stroller to latch the car seat onto.

What did they think she was Terry? She didn't spend her spare time pushing weights around, her talents were far different and they were already proving useful.

The baby cooed quietly as she watched the Gotham twilight go by her, fascinated by her new environment.

What the hell was Logan thinking? He should have brought more supplies for this kid because a diaper bag with one bottle of the mother's breast milk was not going to cut it with three diapers and a travel pack of wipes.

She already felt exhausted, she hadn't been a pseudo mother for more than twenty minutes and this kid had her feeling like she hadn't slept in weeks.

She was emotionally charged and Sarah had to use her ability to keep her calm, to keep her from screaming her lungs out and it was proving difficult.

This child, liked getting upset.

Definitely the clown's kid. She thought with a hint of amusement as she walked into the main lobby of her hotel.

Sarah was a peculiar sort of meta human, she wasn't incredibly powerful, she wasn't even really considered a meta by her peers but her ability was unique in its own way.

Sarah considered herself a reverse empath, she was able to project emotions onto someone though she could only do it to one person at a time and the stronger the emotional will, the harder it was to control.

Eve was definitely emotionally willful.

There was no way she was going to be able to go out, not until tomorrow, she was going to need food and a good night's sleep before she could do anything else but the kid would need a new outfit, a bath and some other things.

So she did the intelligent thing, she'd get someone else to do it.

Walking up to the front desk she flashed a flirtatious smile to the concierge and placed the carrier on the desk.

"Can I help you ma'am?" he asked politely, glancing at Eve who was trying to suck on her fist.

"I hope you can help me." Sarah laid on the charm. "I just picked up my baby from the hospital, see she was in the NICU and I'm just so tired, do you think if I pay one of your employees they would mind going to get me some supplies, I just don't have the energy to do it. It's been such an emotional day."

The man smiled at her, even though she wasn't projecting in his direction he could feel the waves of emotion, calming and happy feelings she was trying to emit towards Eve.

"I think that's more than possible as long as it's not too much."

"Oh no, nothing drastic, just some diapers, formula and an outfit or two."

"I think, we can manage that."

His eyes were a little glazed and she grinned at him.

Men were easy, at least In her own opinion.

"Thank you so much."

Sarah grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, writing down all the things she'd need, pulling out a hundred dollar bill from her purse and handing it to the man.

"That should be more than enough." she said casually. "If it's not I'd happily pay some more."

He smiled again and glanced back at the baby.

"We're happy to be of service."

Sarah grabbed the baby again and made her way to the elevator.

"Little miss, you are a very exhausting patient." She said to Eve who only cooed in response.

She pressed the button to her floor and leaned against the back of the elevator.

The concierge waited until he was sure the woman was going up in the elevator, then he grabbed the phone and dialed a number. He hadn't expected he'd have to do this, he hadn't thought it would be needed but he'd seen it with his own eyes.

"Hey, yeah it's me." he said in a quiet voice. "Yeah listen I need to see him tonight."

There was a pause as someone spoke on the other line.

"No, it's important. It can't wait."

Another pause.

"He's gonna want to see me."

He sneered at something the other person said.

"I think I found his kid." He said finally. "Just saw her, looks just like the picture you showed me.."

"Yeah, I can get proof. No, don't say nothing till I get a picture of her. So I'll see you tonight? Yeah, 9 o'clock is fine."

He hung up the phone and glanced at the clock, it was 6:25 now.

He glanced at his colleague. "I'm taking my break, you can handle things here?"

"Sure."

He grinned before he took the hundred the woman had given him and the list, thinking of the closest store.

If he was right and that kid was the Joker's there was a hell of a lot of money for this information.

He had to be sure though, if he was wrong he'd do the opposite of what he wanted to do, he'd piss the king of Gotham off.

"I'm sure it's her." he muttered to himself as he quickly walked down the street.

It'd been her eyes that convinced him, when he'd had that glazed over look for a second. The woman was pretty sure but that baby's eyes stared right at him and he'd seen that look before.

He'd been privileged enough to have been in the same room as the Joker, in the same room and not involved in an altercation. One of his friends worked for him and he'd been invited to his club, that baby had those same eyes, those same gray eyes that pierced your soul.

He smiled, he was about to be a very rich man.

A/N Phew, hope you guys liked. I absolutely loved this. I loved writing it, I loved giving you a bit of the world that I'm working on. So I hope it was full of action, emotion, I'm gonna be posting all week on this story. So please, please, please. PLEASE reviews are being begged for. "On knees with puppy dog eyes." I love you guys and I hope that this lives up to your expectations.