Harley woke up in the dark, the fluorescent lights of the hospital thankfully shut off to give her some piece. Almost two years...she had been told it by the doctors, and her baby had been taken away before she ever saw her. …
"Oh god" she whispered feeling the tears come again as she threw her arm over her face.
This whole thing had gone so wrong, she was supposed to be with the Joker by now, she was supposed to have her normal life. Now that he knew what she had been keeping from him how would he take her now, would he hate her? Cast her out into the streets wanting nothing more to do with her? That would kill her, emotionally and physically, he might as well stick a knife in her ribs and let her bleed out...
The door opened in the darkness as Harley looked over to see a figure standing in the doorway. It was too tall to be a man, must be a woman as they quietly crept over to her bed, her arm covering her eyes well enough that they must think she was asleep. Her motor functions hadn't come back all the way, her calves and feet still paralyzed but it seemed to help that her thighs woke up with little effort. She knew her stamina had grown exponentially since her time with the Joker, plus Pam's little plants giving her immune system and muscles a little boost to let her keep up with Joker.
"Mrs. Quinzel?" the voice whispered. Definitely female, maybe Latina from the slight accent in her voice.
When Harley didn't respond she heard the faint shuffling of feet and the hot burn of some substance entering her bloodstream from her IV. Harley felt the hairs on the back of her neck spike up as she removed her arm and quickly tried to leap from the bed. This was it, the Joker had payed this nurse to inject her with something that would no doubt kill her. She had to fight, had to get away before she died...
"Shhh Shhhh Harley" the nurse whispered, her body going blurry to Harley's vision as she desperately tried to get away from the figure "Harley it's going to be okay shhhhhhhh"
And then, Harley was out.
When she felt herself start to drift up from the black ocean of her consious, she felt foggy, like she had been drunk and was about to wake up to a wicked hangover. She blinked her eyes a few times, wondering if she was hallucinating what she was seeing before her.
She was in their room, or at least a room that looked similar to what their room had been at the previous hideout. She could smell him, or at least his scent that must have enveloped the sheets and blankets she was laying it. She was wearing a nurse's scrub, some pastel red that reached down past her belly. She looked around the room and saw some old dressers and a door that must lead to a bathroom from what she could make of the tiles that poked out into the bedroom.
Suddenly the door opened and there he stood, his hair curling around his face that was so handsome to Harley despite the scars. He was wearing a frown on his lips as his dark eyes looked over Harley, examining her as she sat up to look at him. Slowly he came in through the door, holding a mug in his hand as he swaggered over to her, putting the cup down next to a rickety end table next to the bed. Harley looked over and saw it was coffee with cream, he had made it for her...
"How?" she got out finding her voice was croaky.
"Zip's lady works at the hospital you were at" he said almost gently if his voice wasn't initially rough "I uh, got the call you were awake, so I had her bring you home."
He wanted her home? The Joker never needed her or wanted her, she just thought for some time her tolerated her and had some slight infatuation with her, but he never hinted he actually wanted her with him...
"Joker" she started feeling the tears come to her eyes "I'm so sorry, I should have told yo-" but he held up his hand, his burning eyes looking right into hers as his mouth twisted into a grimace.
"Don't" he got out "Just stop Harley. Whatever uh, happened, well let's just say it's in the past."
"But the baby" she whispered but Joker just shook his head and sat up.
Harley watched him walk to the door and opened it only to cross the hall and slightly open it to say something softly to whatever was in the next room.
She felt her eyes get big as he walked back, his hand guiding the door only slightly closed as he looked at her, his eyes full of mischief as his grimace turned into a big smile.
"I'd like you to meet someone" he said with a slight hint of a laugh to his voice.
Harley sat on the edge of the bed, her legs feeling numb as the hung over the side. She adjusted the blanket to hide her bare hips as she heard light footsteps come up to the door.
"Ready?" he said a little too gleeful, Harley not sure of what was behind that door.
But she nodded her head, ignoring the hard pounding of her heart that resonated through her ears.
As Joker let the door creak open, there standing with her hand wrapped around a beat up sock monkey was a tiny little girl, her curly blonde hair curled up in pigtails as her steel blue eyes looked at Harley with as much surprise as she was looking at her. She was wearing a pastel pink footie pajama, the back of it sporting a tiny little tail that looked like a cats.
Harley felt herself holding her breath as she watched the little one walk into the room, looking up at Joker curiously before looking back to Harley. She watched as the girl tilted her head, giving a frightfully similar look in her eyes as she examined Harley.
Suddenly her eyes popped open wider as she realized something turning to Joker excitedly.
"Mommy!" she exclaimed pointing towards Harley.
"Yep Baby, that's mommy" Joker said smiling, his head turning to Harley with a devilish smile.
"MOMMY!" the little girl screamed as she ran towards Harley, her arms abandoning the sock monkey to open wide for Harley to hug her. Harley barely got her arms out in time before the shrill shriek of the little girl collide right into her and squeezed so hard Harley thought her little arms might break.
"Is she?" Harley said, the tears now coming and she didn't care.
"Yep" he said popping his mouth "Harley, meet our little rugrat. Her name's Baby...Babydoll."
"Baby?" Harley said looking at him with a wide grin on her face, Baby snuggling even more into her as her arms wrapped around Harley's neck "You couldn't get creative?"
"Well I mentioned Brunhilde but Roach said you might not like that too much" Joker said with a giggle.
Harley only giggled and held Babydoll closer, inhaling her scent. She smelt like flowers and Johnson's baby shampoo, her skin soft and warm as Harley pressed her cheek against Baby's small head.
Suddenly Baby wriggled out of her grasp and went running over to Joker, her hand reaching up and grabbing the cuff of his sleeve.
"Daddy! Mommy here!" Baby said as Joker looked down at her with a smile "Daddy, Mommy wake up!" she exclaimed as she started babbling jibberish in her excitement.
"Calm down B" he said grabbing her and holding her up against his chest "Mommy is still tired, so you don't need to scream."
Baby cowed herself, her little finger going to her lips as she mimicked him shushing her. Harley's mind was racing with the hows and whys of the whole situation, but the little voice in the back of her head just told her to shut up and enjoy herself. She was home, she was with the Joker, and she had her baby.
The Joker had Baby giggled as he wiggled his green locks in her face as he strolled over to Harley and sat down next to her. He wrapped an arm around Harley's shoulders and brought both his girls close to him.
"Now we're all here" he said with a maniacal laugh "One big happy family!"