A/N: Okay, so fluff...

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"In your dream, you're drowning, I just waltzed in and saved you
I'm your alternate escape route, the altar you pray to
Your ultimate saviour, your behaviour is altered
Ain't your fault cause I made you
Brainwashed and persuade you
Gibraltar, you're faithful, never falter or waver
When you causing the danger I'm your guardian angel…"

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"You surely have enough clothes, Harley," the Joker chuckled, his hand stroking up and down his girls back. He was leaned back against the headboard, pillow behind his head and Harley over his abdomen, her head on his chest.

"But, puddin', most of them have been seen more than three times, you don't want people thinkin' we've gone stale and cheap," Harley whined. She dragged her finger over his jester skull tattoo and she only met his eye for a couple of seconds before looking back down at the ink.

"Have you seen how much those things cost?" Joker smirked. They'd had a rough night thanks to the memories that had been dragged up and relived so many times over in the last few hours.

"But puddin', they'll think you've lost interest in me," Harley said cutely, a little smile and giggle escaped her as he squeezed her waist gently.

"And why would they think that, Princess?" Joker asked and tapped her nose, restraining himself from being harsher with her. "You have enough clothes, enough toys, is there anything that you actually need?"

"But-"

"I asked what you needed, now, what do you want, baby girl?" Joker laughed gently. Harley's eyes glittered and she leaned up to kiss him, she rested her hands on his chest, her right palm splayed over his heart. His hands rested on her ass and he squeezed her cheeks gently.

"Daddy always knows what I want," Harley said impishly before she wriggled into his hands and giggled brightly.

"Princess," the Joker said sternly and raised a non-existent eye brow. "Don't ruin daddy's good mood by making him fuck you again."

"But that puts daddy in an even better mood," Harley smiled coyly. He sighed and smiled at her. He playfully slapped his hands on her ass and then pulled her up to kiss her. He slid a hand into her hair and she put her fingers against his throat. It was a passionate kiss, but not one that would lead anywhere. He knew he had to be gentle with her today, no matter how much she annoyed him. He couldn't lose his Harley, not today, not again. The loss of their babies was something they very rarely spoke about, but when they did it tore them apart.

"So, tell me, if I could get you anything in the world, what would it be?" Joker asked and broke the kiss. He watched as Harley moved to straddle his waist, she brushed her hair over one shoulder and bit her lip. He looked down her body and smiled to himself. There was the most desired woman in all of Gotham and she was all his. The greatest part was that she didn't want anyone else to touch her either.

"I did have a really nice espresso machine," Harley hummed.

"Yes, because you, my over-excitable, seriously dizzy little girl needs caffeine," Joker chuckled.

"Puddin'!" Harley whined and forwards to bite his neck gently. "You said anythin'."

"I thought it might be something more interesting that a coffee maker," Joker huffed and he slid his hands from her hips up to her armpits and back down again.

"Mistah J-"

"I'll get you a coffee machine," Joker smiled and he watched her squeak excitedly and she kissed his mouth. "Anything else?"

"Maybe not dresses, but new outfits," Harley nodded.

"Don't make me put you over my knee, Princess," Joker growled and Harley knew that he meant the threat.

"And I really need more knickers and things, cos you keep rippin' 'em off me, Mistah J, and I'm gonna have nothin' ta wear," Harley said sweetly, those big blue eyes of hers full of innocence and trust.

"I'm not complaining."

"No, ya not now, but you'll be angry that I flash my bits when I'm dancin' in the club," Harley giggled. "And then you'll kill people and tell me off and-"

"Point taken," the Joker laughed and flipped them so she was underneath him. He grinned as her legs immediately hooked over his hips as a reflex action. Her hands held the back of his neck and he leaned his lower half down against her. He chuckled and lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her again. He needed to leave, he needed to get out. She was too addictive and he needed to get a break.

"I need to go out, princess," Joker said against her mouth.

"But I need you, puddin'," Harley giggled and rubbed her groin against his.

"Harley," the Joker said sternly and he pushed her back down on the bed.

"Mistah J, why? I thought we were gonna spend the day-"

"We will, I just need to get a few things done first," he interrupted and frowned at her. Harley sighed and pouted up at him. She'd enjoyed having his total and undivided attention, but now he wanted to leave. She leaned up to kiss him again and groaned when he moved away.

"I won't be long, sweetness, I just need to pick up a few things and I'll be back," Joker smiled and watched her annoyed face. "You need to sleep, you haven't had more than half an hour and you need to rest more than I need to. I'll be back before you wake up, precious."

"Okay, puddin'," Harley sighed.

"Hey, don't be like that, baby," Joker said held her jaw gently and made her look at him. He could see that she was upset, but he wouldn't have her thinking she could control his decision or sway his choices. "Daddy lets you go out and have fun and you break the rules, I think I've been quite nice to you. If anything, I've been too good to you. I need to go out for a couple of hours and I'm asking you to just stay here. Don't do anything, touch anything, just sleep or wait in the bed. Remember who's in charge, princess, I really don't want to have to punish you today."

"Sorry, daddy," Harley whispered and nodded. He kissed her forehead and slipped out of the bed. Harley watched him as he walked to the closet and she bit her lip as she studied his naked body. He had angry red scratches down his back from her nails and she noticed that he was a little turned on. She giggled to herself quietly before she slipped back under the duvet and blanket. He came back in black pants and his purple gator jacket. He popped the collar and slicked back his hair, after one more look in the mirror he walked to Harley with his lipstick.

"Help me out baby," Joker smiled. She nodded eagerly and carefully applied the blood red lipstick to his lips. She wanted to kiss and bite them, but she knew that wasn't allowed.

"Done," Harley grinned and put her own lipstick on.

"Good girl, now rest," Joker said and he stroked her jaw gently. He tucked the duvet over her and watched as she closed her eyes. He left after a few minutes and closed the door quietly as Harley's gentle snores filled the room.

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The Joker met Frost and a few of the fancy-dress goons down at the front of the club. He'd left a few behind to keep Harley safe, but his favourites were coming with him. Frost, as normal, was driving and the Joker sat in the chair behind his, making sure that everything was going to plan.

"Why are we doing this, boss?" the one wearing the Panda mask asked.

"Because I need something more useful and loyal than a stupid plant to protect Harley," the Joker answered simply. "I need something that would attack and kill anyone that Harley feared. There's only one creature that fits the bill, boys and we're going to give two of them a new meaning in life."

"Why don't we just get a dog?" Eyeball Man questioned and found himself looking down the barrel of the Joker's gun.

"A Dog?" the Joker smirked. "That just wouldn't be funny, would it?" He kept the gun up for a few more seconds before he holstered it and looked up front to Frost. After a short drive in the van, they stopped and the Joker heard Frost talking to someone.

"Yeah, we've come to collect the transfer animals? We're taking them straight to animal control, don't want them falling into the black market," Frost said coolly. He always managed to stay level-headed regardless of what the Joker asked of him, it was a trait the Clown admired in a man.

"Can I see your papers and licence?" the security guard asked. Frost handed them over and after another short wait, the van was moving again. The road was winding up into the zoo and the van stopped for the last time. Frost got out of the vehicle and walked into a large building, the Joker hot on his heels with their entourage of masked characters all of them carried guns and other weapons. There waited a youngish chap who looked absolutely terrified.

"The cubs are through here, Mister Joker, sir," the kid said hurriedly and showed them through to a small room at the end of a corridor. "Their mother rejected them and we had to hand-raise them, but they're too aggressive to return to our clan-"

"I'd stop talking if I were you," Frost said and the Joker walked into the room. He saw the two beasts turn and immediately start growling. He pulled one of Harley's shirts from his jacket pocket and the two creatures sniffed and started to yip happily.

"They'll be perfect," Joker chuckled. "Frost, muzzle them and put them in the boxes. We have one more stop to make before we go home."

"I've prepared a stock of the substitute milk, sir," the kid stammered. "They still need-" BANG! The kid dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes and the Joker smiled broadly.

"Oh don't you worry, sonny, they're going to have a brand new momma," the Joker laughed and looked at the hole in the kids' skull. Frost had managed to manhandle the two animals and muzzle them before getting them into boxes.

"Right boys, nice and clean, well done, now I have clothes to pick up and a Queen to tend to," the Joker smiled. The guys in dress up all smirked, knowing the Joker couldn't see them. Frost just concentrated on driving and not attracting the wrong sort of attention.

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Harley was still asleep when the Joker returned and he was watching her from the door. She'd pulled one of her ridiculously annoying stuffed toys into the bed, he'd let her keep them, on the condition that they were never in bed when he was there. But he had to admit she looked quite cute cuddled around a giant pink panda. He watched as she snored and pressed closer to the toy, he was absolutely captivated by his little monster.

The Joker walked to the bed and he sat down beside her. He carefully peeled back the duvet to reveal that she'd gotten dressed at some point, but just into lilac bra and knicker set and a grey body hugging vest top. He smirked as she curled around the toy as cool air touched her skin.

"Puddin'?" Harley mumbled as she slowly woke up.

"I'm here, pumpkin pie," Joker smiled and he stroked her cheek. She yawned and peeked up at him, a big grin spread over her face and she chuckled tiredly.

"I missed ya, puddin'," Harley told him and she wrapped her arms tighter around her toy. She knew that he liked watching innocent and childish Harley, she knew he liked to see her face as a picture of innocence whilst her tattoos were a harsh reminder of her sins.

"I missed you, too, Princess," Joker chuckled and he stroked her thigh. His eyes following the path of his hand. He traced the tattoos that she'd put in her own skin and he smirked. They were all for him, of course, and it made him proud of his creation.

"Am I in trouble, Mistah J?" Harley asked quietly.

"Why would you say that, Harls?"

"Well you're lookin' at me all intense and quiet," Harley answered. "You only do that when I've been bad or you're goin' to fuck the hell outta me."

"But, Harley, I spent all that time putting hell into every cell of your brain," the Joker cooed and touched the temples of her head. "Why would I want to fuck all that hard work out of you?" Harley laughed gently and rolled onto her belly, now on top of the teddy. She bit her lip and stared up at him. His hand returned to her thigh and he squeezed a little.

"You're so cute when you do this, you're making my teeth hurt," the Joker laughed.

"Sorry, daddy."

"You don't sound sorry at all," Joker teased, making Harley giggle and hide her face against the fuzzy panda. She suddenly reached out and ran her pointer finger around his crotch, making him smirk at her.

"Sorry, daddy," Harley pouted and she squeaked when he snatched her hand away. He kissed her fingers gently and stroked her palm against his chin and lips.

"So would you like your presents or would you like me to bury you into the bed?" Joker smiled.

"Presents first please, puddin'," Harley nodded eagerly. He pulled her from the bed and to her feet before he kissed her softly. She giggled against his mouth and then followed him to the doorway. "Mistah J, I need to put something on-"

"They all know better than to stare at you, honey," Joker chuckled. He pulled her through the door and then closed it behind them. He put her up against the door and he kissed her neck. Harley whimpered and chuckled as she tried to keep herself under control.

"Now, my darling girl, I've got you new clothes, but they're not really your presents," The Joker started. "I've brought you something that you can nurture, train and care for. But you have to be responsible for them, feeding and cleaning up after them. They listen only to you and me, yes? But they are yours."

"Whatcha talkin' bout, puddin'?" Harley asked curiously.

"Frost, open the cages," the Joker said loudly. Harley watched as the doors opened and two spotty brown Hyenas crept from the cage. She knelt down with a massive grin and she patted the floor.

"Hey babies," Harley said gently and once the two cubs had gotten her scent, they were immediately all over her. They wagged their tails and yipped and howled happily. She cuddled both of them too her and they licked her face. "Oh Mistah J, thank you, thank you!" He leaned down to kiss her hair and she pulled him down so she could kiss him properly.

"I thought you'd like something to mother," the Joker whispered. "They're also an apology for not keeping you safe that night."

"Oh baby, I love them and I love you, you don't need to apologise, it wasn't your fault," Harley smiled. "Besides, now we've got our boys here, Batsy's gonna have a shock when they attack."

"You're gonna be a great momma," Joker hummed and waved Frost and the boys away so Harley could play and bond with her cubs. He watched as she tended to them and fussed over their every need and he couldn't help but think about how good she would've been with their babies.

I need to go beat someone up, the Joker thought angrily. He touched Harley's hair and left the room. He couldn't fall for her any more than he already had. It was getting too dangerous.

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A/N: Thank you for so many reviews for Chapter 9, I hope this wasn't too saccharine sweet, but they are a couple of extreme's. It'd be wrong if their cute moments weren't as extreme as their passionate, murderous and angry spells. I hope I've got the background "threat" level of Joker right whilst giving him the chance to be a bit nice to Harley.

Crikey knows she's gonna need the happy thoughts...

As always, reviews = love = life :D