A/N: Here's an edited and slightly extended Date Night chapter. Also, to the reviewer who wanted to know more about Harley's pregnancy, I actually am working on a fic about the nine months she's pregnant and then she and J's point of view on the twins. I may start posting it sooner than I planned if people are interested. :)

Four years after the worst thunderstorm in Gotham's history

Frost sat on the edge of the bed in the master bedroom, waiting for Harley Quinn and the Joker to finish preparing for the evening; J getting dressed behind the closed door of the large walk-in closet (JJ tagging along with him) and Harley putting the finishing touches on her make-up in front of the mirror and sink that was in the open front space of the master bathroom. He watched as Harley spread some lipstick over her lips, wearing the classic black and gold dress and jewelry, hair in loose curls. If Johnny hadn't seen it himself, he never would have believed the woman had ever had twins. Lucy sat on the edge of the counter smiling up at her, biting the end of a finger in an imitation of Quinn, little legs swinging over the edge. She was already dressed for bed, wearing the pink pajama onesie that said "Lil' Monster Number One" across the front.

"You aw pwetty, Mama," Lucy said, beaming up at her mother. Lucy might have been a daddy's girl, but Johnny had noticed how she tried to copy all her mother's actions and the awestruck way Lucy looked at her.

"You're pwetty too, baby doll," Harley smiled.

"Can you put some lippy stick on me, Mama?" Lucy asked, pointing up at Quinn's bright red lips.

"Of course, baby girl," Harley said.

She carefully and lovingly applied the lipstick. "Smack your lips, girlie," Harley said. "Like this." She smacked loudly and grinned as Lucy imitated her, giggling. "Perfect, girlie!"

"What's your necklaces say, Mama?" Lucy asked.

"Harley," Quinn answered, holding up the top necklace. "That's me, Lucy." She pointed to the second one. "And this one is a heart."

"Like the one on your cheek, Mama!" Lucy said, reaching up and patting Harley's cheek with the heart tattoo.

"Yep," Harley said. "Whatcha think that stands for?"

"Uhhhhhh," Lucy said in her baby voice, tilting her head and knitting her small brow in thought.

"Loves, baby doll," Harley laughed.

"Ohhhhh," Lucy laughed. "And what's dat one?"

"Joker," Harley said, running a finger lightly along J's name. "That's your Jaja. So all together they say...?"

"Mama loves Jaja?" Lucy asked.

"Yes, smarty pants," Harley grinned. "I guess we gotta start working on your reading, huh?"

Lucy just laughed in response. "Aw you gonna dance tonight, Mama?"

"I am, baby doll," Harley said, grinning wider.

"For Jaja?" Lucy asked.

"Uh-huh." Quinn nodded and started sliding her bracelets up her arms and over her wrists.

"I wanna dance like you when I'm grown up, Mama," Lucy said.

"Someday I'll teach you, Lucy," Harley said, taking a brush and lightly running it through the pink and blue tips of her hair before fluffing them up with her hands.

Oh good Lord, Frost thought, resisting the urge to hold his head in his hands and shake his head in exasperation. I'm sure J will just love that.

"Why can't I come tonight too?" Lucy asked.

"Because it's date night for me and your Jaja," Harley answered. "And Frosty has to be out late with us tonight so he couldn't take you home. Next time, girlie."

I swear to God, Quinn, Frost thought. I'm never gonna forgive you for giving me that nickname. He suspected it was her form of revenge for all those years ago when he'd held her down on the table at Arkham with a gun to her face.

Lucy gave a little sigh. "Can you and Jaja come in and gimme a kiss when you get home, Mama?"

"Absolutely," Harley said, leaning down and giving her a kiss on the forehead, leaving a little lipstick mark. "We may even wake you up in the morning if we're out all night."

Lucy giggled. "Your kisses are sticky with the lippy stuff on, Mama."

"Sorry, baby doll," Harley laughed, wetting her thumb with her tongue and rubbing it against the lipstick mark. "Give Mama a sticky kiss too."

Lucy leaned forward, putting her small pudgy hands on the sides of Harley's face and smacking her lips against Harley's cheek with the heart tattoo. "Mwah!" She sat back and Frost watched as mother and daughter beamed at each other. "Mama, you're the pwettiest Mama in the whole wide world."

"And you're the pwettiest little girl in the whole wide world, Lucy my goosey," Harley said, hugging the little girl to her. Lucy wrapped her arms around her mother's shoulders and rubbed her face in the crook of her neck and shoulder. The look on Harley's face as she held Lucy was enough to cause some warmth even in Frost's chest.

"I want necklaces like yours," Lucy said, pulling back and pointing.

"What do you want them to say?" Harley asked. "Lucy loves Jaja?"

Lucy nodded eagerly.

"Alright, we'll tell him," Harley said, kissing her on the top of the head again.

The closet door opened and J stepped out twirling the cane, JJ running behind him in his blue pajamas labeling him "Lil' Monster Number Two". "Ready, baby?" J asked before stopping and letting out a low whistle as he shook his head, grinning.

Harley winked at him and headed towards the closet. "I just need my shoes, puddin'," she called over her shoulder.

J sighed. "May I remind you we have some important guests waiting, honey."

"I'm hurrying, puddin'!" Harley called from the closet, running back a second later as she slid on the heels, hopping up and down. "See? All ready."

"Ready for some fun?" J asked her, winking.

"I wanna come with, Mama," JJ said, wrapping his arms around her legs and looking up at her pleadingly.

"Me too, Jaja," Lucy said, hopping up and down.

"Not tonight, sweets," J said, scooping up Lucy and kissing her before setting her back down again, leaving a faint lipstick mark of his own on her forehead.

"Are you gonna see the Big Bat?" JJ asked, arms still wrapped around Harley's legs and looking wide eyed at J.

"I hope so," J said, looking in the mirror and straightening his tie.

Harley groaned. "Oh, puddin', I just want one date night without him spoiling our fun."

"I'll try, baby. No promises." J laughed softly to himself.

"It's time for you two little monsters to go to bed now," Harley said, bending over and trying to unwrap JJ from around her legs.

"Yes, it's time for your mother and I to leave," J said, turning from the mirror.

"Awwww," Lucy and JJ whined together.

Finally, Frost thought.

"But before we go..." J reached in to the inside of his vest and pulled out a rectangular black box with a blue and pink bow wrapped around it. "I have a little gift for your Mama."

Harley gave a little shriek and clapped her hands together, smiling widely at J. "Open it, baby," he said.

She eagerly pulled the bow off and opened the box up, screaming with joy again as the twins looked on, caught up in her excitement. "Puddin'!" she exclaimed in a high pitched voice that made Frost feel like he was going deaf. She held up a necklace that sparkled with purple and green diamonds. "I knew you knew I wanted it!"

J, I gotta admit, you are one smooth sonofabitch, Frost thought reluctantly.

"Put it on, pretty please," Harley said, holding it out towards him and beaming.

J took it as Harley turned towards the mirror, stepping behind her and carefully lowering it around her neck before clasping it. JJ and Lucy were still watching wide eyed.

"Jaja, I want necklaces like Mama," Lucy said, pointing.

"Then you'll have them tomorrow, doll," J said, grinning down at her.

"I want them to say Lucy heart Jaja," Lucy said in a demanding tone of voice. If she was this spoiled by her father now, Frost could only imagine how she was going to be with him at sixteen.

"Alright, darling," J said easily, turning Harley back around towards him and giving her a light kiss, both pairs of lipstick smearing a little.

"I'll never be able to undo it, baby," Frost heard him murmur in her ear. "But I try."

She gave him a little smile. "Thank you, puddin'."

Frost sat in confusion for a moment before remembering. Oh, he thought as he realized it was the anniversary of the night Quinn disappeared. He had accepted he'd never know the full story of that night.

"Mama," JJ said suddenly. "Can I wear lipstick too like Jaja?"

Frost bit his lip to keep from laughing.

"Some other time, son," J said. "Ready, Frost?"

Frost stood up quickly. "More than ready, boss."

"Terrific," J said. "Got your gun, baby?"

"Right here," Harley said with a smirk, picking up the Rhino from the bathroom counter. "And my knife's in my purse. What about your gun?"

J smirked back at her and pulled his vest back to show her the gun in the holster. "Alright. Let's go have some fun."

"Jaja, I want a gun like Mama's too," Lucy said as the five of them left the bedroom.

"And I want one like yours Dada," JJ said immediately.

"Your Mama and I will get to work on that," J said. "It's time for them to learn how to use one anyway, don'tcha think baby?"

"I think they're old enough," Harley said, grinning down at them.

Johnny knew they were dead serious. And knowing them, I'll be part of the training.

Frost trailed behind the four of them to the nursery, the henchman that would be standing guard that night already sitting outside the door. Frost nodded at him as he hovered in the doorway, watching as Harley settled the two of them into bed.

"Sweet dreams, little monsters," Harley said, giving them both a light kiss on the forehead. J leaned over and gave Lucy a kiss on the forehead that she returned on his cheek with another loud smack before he turned and smoothed back JJ's curls.

"Good night, Mama and Dada," JJ said, snuggling his stuffed cat in his arms.

"Night night, Jaja and Mama," Lucy said, beaming up at her mother again.

Harley gave her a little pinch on the cheek before following J out of the nursery and the three of them started towards the elevator.

Frost looked at Harley Quinn and the Joker as the elevator took them down towards the lobby and the cars waiting to take them to the club. He knew that later that night he'd probably see or hear about them burglarize who knew how many places of business (not because they needed to, just because they enjoyed it), associate with the most unsavory people in Gotham, screw around with the Batman, probably kill at least one person and enjoy it. And then they would return home in the early hours of the morning to their two little clown children waiting for them, as if it was just a regular date night between two ordinary people.

I'll never be able to understand it, Frost thought as he got into the car behind the purple Lamborghini, watching as J held the passenger door open before walking around to the driver's seat.

And he watched as they sped off ahead of him into the streets of Gotham for the start of date night.