Joker's POV

I don't think I have ever felt so drained. I was surprised with myself. I hesitated when given the choice between Harley and Adelina. I hardly know Adelina and I had planned to use her to draw out Harley anyways. But when it came down to it, I couldn't give her up. These new feelings for Addy were stronger than the feelings of vengeance I had towards Harley. I caught Addy's look of betrayal when I lowered my weapon to debate. I made a promise to her. So I wasn't surprised when I saw survival mode kick in. She was brilliant. She took Harley by complete surprise. Then ran quicker than I imagined. I tried to chase her but I had to hold off the gunfire going her way. I made my decision then. I chose her. I would choose her a thousand times over too.

Harley tried to hold me back from running to Addy and I hit her. The closest thing to vengeance that I might ever get. When I found Mario standing over a battered Addy with a crowbar, I let my insanity take over. I wanted to rip him limb from limb. I would have to if she wasn't going to make it. I had decided if she lives, I would torture him, maybe let Addy torture him, and maybe strike a deal with Falcone before killing Mario. If Addy wasn't going to live, I was going to tear him apart then and there.

My girl is a fighter though. She had been in surgery for hours. I was disguised and my men out of their costumes as we were scattered in the waiting room. Our connections got to the sight quickly and checked her into Gotham Medical discreetly. My men had tortured Mr. Miliano for this so called medicine and it in fact did exist. It was brought here quickly and given to the physicians we controlled.

One doctor came out and updated me. "She is out of surgery. The medicine worked and she is definitely much better than she should be. I am surprised she survived a beating like that at all. So I dig some digging." I did not like where he was going with this. He lead me to a quiet patient room and handed me a file he had hidden under his scrubs.

"What's this?" I asked him.

"Your girl shouldn't have survived a beating like that. Plus she had previous severe injuries. Her bones weren't even healed right. But when we injected her with that medicine, everything healed over as if it never happened. Her bones look pristine." He tells me in awe. "There is something else. When we were doing surgery on her hip, we noticed an abnormal amount of heats coming from her ovary area. We did some tests and found something interesting. She is essentially a master breeding machine. She is more likely to get pregnant easier, probably have back to back births without complication, and to produce the most healthy offspring. Probably kids like her who are stronger, tougher, less susceptible to pain. She may even produce metahumans."
Everything clicked. That is why Falcone wanted her so badly. He wanted to make an army of metahuman grandkids. Not only was she raised to be the perfect wife, but she had been genetically designed to be the perfect mother.

The physician continued ignoring my shock. "We did tests on the drug and on her blood. It made her heal fast because that is what she naturally does! It appears she had been given a drug, though it looked like it was fading from her system, to keep her from healing. This drug counteracted the prevention one."
Those sick bastards, she could have healed and been better but they wanted to prolong her suffering. I vowed right there that they would have long and painful deaths. I told the physician his reward was out in the car, I took him to an alley and shot him. I burned her file in a nearby garbage can. No one can know about her, not even her. She would be hunted down.

I started to think maybe we should be more careful during sex. A voice in my head disagreed. I told myself that it was because I could possibly have my very own metahuman but deep down I knew the real reason, but I did not dare to even think it,

I went to the room she was in and surprised to find her awake, but kind of groggy. "Mr. J! There you are." Oh boy, she was loopy.

"Hey there little girl. You seem better." I tell her.

"Well that's what they tell me. They went in and cut me up and scrambled me all around. I don't feel right." She giggles causing me to laugh. "But I am mad at you mister!" She pouted dramatically.

"Oh and why is that?" Curious as to what would get me on this silly girl's bad side.

"You picked her over me. I'm jealous you know?" Wow I like whatever they have her on.

"Okay how bout this, I tell you why if you tell me why you are jealous?" I bargain with her. Why J? You won't like what she is going to say. What if you snap and go ballistic like you did when Harley told you. The last thing this girl needs is you abandoning her. I won't abandon her, she's different. The voices in my head argue.

"Isn't it obvious silly goose? I am falling for you." She says with a shy and silly smile. Her words warmed me up. It wasn't an all out confession of love but enough to let me know that she was all mine. It was like a halfway point between 'I like you' and 'I love you'. It fit how I felt about her. So I didn't panic, I didn't run, and I didn't scare her away. So I gave her a piece of honesty.

"I had been looking for Harley for over a year. Not out of love but out of vengeance. She hurt me when I caught her cheating on me with her friend Deadshot. Over a year of wanting to seriously hurt the woman is hard to give up. In the end, I picked you because I am falling for you too. You took matters in your own hands before I could decide which I would be extremely upset with if it wasn't for the fact you gave me the greatest image to remember; you hurtling I knife into Harley's chest."

She giggled at that. I loved how she knew when to push and when to not. I felt like Harley was always pushing me and making me mad. Like if I told her all of that, she would have fixated on the healings aspect. Instead, my girl focused on the violence and giggled, winning over even more of my heart. "Since you are healing faster than normal and we don't want doctors outside our influence to get suspicious, we are breaking you out of here soon. Don't worry, I will give you a sedative so you won't feel a thing and then you will wake up comfortable at home and in our bed."

She sighed at the idea and said "home...our bed..I like the sound of that." I noticed how worn down and tired she was. I took her morphine drip and increased it for her. "Wha-what are you doing daddy?" Oh the things she did to my emotions. I soared at her calling me that in her sweet, tired, and defeated little voice.

"Making sure you rest baby girl. You need it." I kiss her forehead.