Chapter 11

Fifteen years had passed since the death of Harley and Joker and there was a new ruler of Gotham. He held himself with his father's confidence, he slaughtered people without a seconds thought and had a mind for manipulation. He was feared and respected by all that knew of him, let alone those who knew about his heritage. His abilities with a knife where unmatched by any other Gotham criminal, he'd spread his empire through to Metropolis, Midway and beyond. He'd grown up from the little boy who missed his mother. He'd become someone that his parents would be proud of. He was an insane psychopathic killer.

Jack Isaac Quinn was of a similar height and build as his father, but his hair was dark brown with green tips. His pale skin had gotten whiter as he'd grown up and his cold blue eyes shone brightly against his stark skin. He wasn't a man of many words, unlike both his parents and his sister, but he was the new King. He could walk the streets and people parted to let him through. The cops feared having to deal with him, the Bat family were on his case more often than not and he also had no problem throwing some of his associates to the dogs just to get the upper hand. It hadn't taken him long to establish his control on the city when they'd returned to Gotham full time. Jonny Frost had kept them well away from the city so they could be safe and learn. But Jack and Lucy had grown tired of it and they wanted to stomp on the people that their parents had left them.

Lucy was the image of her mother. Sharp, intelligent, totally unpredictable and attracted all the wrong kinds of attention. He'd long given up trying to protect her from herself, she wouldn't listen and he didn't clean up any mess that she made. She was a law unto herself. He wondered if his mother had been the same before they had been born, he often wondered if that's why his father hit her so often. That was one difference he had with Joker. He didn't understand why the Clown had such a penchant for beating the woman who loved him, it was something he hoped he never put into practice.

And the woman in his life was certainly one that wouldn't take any messing around. He rarely admitted that he was connected to her, let alone sleeping with her. Helena Wayne, Batman and Catwoman's daughter also known as the Huntress to anyone who didn't know her true identity. But that was kind of hard to keep secret when naked on an old bed somewhere in Gotham with the new King of the underworld. He knew that Bruce and Selina didn't know and it was his own version of power control. She was a beautiful young woman and their lives had been intertwined long ago. They knocked lumps out of each other, arrested and tried to kill one another and then went to bed and worked out their issues.

So as he watched his secret girlfriend shimmy into her tight leather suit and disappear out the window, he smirked to himself. If only the Batman knew who his precious daughter was sleeping with. Eventually he dressed himself and headed on home to the club. It was mid-afternoon and he knew that Lucy wouldn't be anywhere near ready to go out. But he had a surprise for her. Something that had taken a few years to put together. He saw Frost talking to the bar staff and patted him on the shoulder.

"How are we doing Frosty?" Jack asked, knowing the nickname pissed off the older man.

"Full tally of dancers and bar staff, sir," Frost nodded. "And they're all gonna be puttin' money in the pot tonight, rather than in their pockets."

"Good. Is the she-witch upstairs still?"

"Of course, sir, it's not midnight yet," Jonny smirked. "And we're missing Rocky, she asked him to sort the armoury and he hasn't come back yet."

"For gods sake," Jack hissed. It had long become a running joker that Lucy found the contents of her bedroom more important during the day. He walked up the stairs, rather than the lift, and finally reached the apartment. He could hear thumping music from one end of the block and rolled his eyes. So she was at least awake, but loud music only meant one thing for his sister. He marched up the corridor, stamping his feet hard on the floor as he went. He banged his fist on the door four times and waited for a second before knocking again.

"Lucy! Get your ass out of bed!" Jack shouted.

"Fuck off, Jackie! A girl needs her beauty sleep!" Lucy yelled back, her Brooklyn accent thick and annoying.

"We all know you're not sleeping!" Jack retorted.

"And we all know you're fuckin' Helena Wayne!" she cackled. He'd had enough and he kicked down open the door, ripping the bolt off. He stormed in and pulled his gun from the holster. The sight before him was not an unusual one, but it still made him feel slightly sick. Lucy was on her back, her hands ripping down the back of one of the henchmen and her legs wrapped around his hips.

"Piss off, Jack!" Lucy hissed.

"Ah shit, sorry, boss, I didn't… she told me-"

"I know," Jack sighed and shot the man before he could finish his sentence.

"The hell?" Lucy shouted and pushed the dead body off her and onto the floor. She pulled a sheet around her body and knelt up on the mattress, a furious expression on her face. She had a small spatter of blood on her face, but she didn't care. "If you're allowed to screw around with Batman's daughter-"

"They are scum, Lucy!" Jack roared. "They are lowlife, pathetic criminals. Every time you do this, we have to kill them. Remember who the hell you are! These are the poor bastards that do our dirty work, you don't know what kind of diseases they might have! Dad would've-"

"Dad's dead, Jack," Lucy growled. "He's been dead for most of our lives! Stop using him as a weapon, he doesn't scare me!"

"Get dressed," Jack snarled. "We're going out."

"It's daylight, moron," she spat.

"No shit, Sherlock!" Jack huffed. "You're the Princess of Gotham, Lucy, grow some standards for fuck's sake. How many times do I have to tell you that the henchmen are out of bounds?"

"Yeah, cos the decent ones of the city are lining up for me, ain't they?" Lucy laughed.

"Get dressed and meet me down in the club," Jack said angrily. He turned and walked away, he couldn't cope with her when she was like this. Her powers became unpredictable and that meant trouble. As she'd grown, her powers had become more and more powerful. She'd spent a year with Ivy to help train her to control her abilities and it had worked to a degree. But she was a handful, it would've been much easier had they had parents for their younger years. Lucy was fairly independent and out of control, she did what she wanted when she wanted to do it and there was no disputing it. He still tried, they had a reputation to maintain after-all.

She was 17 years old and her legs were covered in tattoos, she had died half her hair red and the other half black. She used powder on her face to make her skin even paler and her long plaits gave her an innocent appearance, she was anything but of course. She used her body and looks to get everything she wanted, she thought nothing of seducing the goons, using them for a night and then destroying their remains. When her hair dye faded, she had the same bleached blonde hair that her mother had had and she was fairly identical to Harley in every way. It caused enough problems.

Jack considered himself patient enough with his sister, but sometimes he just let her go and get into trouble on her own. It was the only way to teach her when she was in one of her moods. It made him wish Joker was around, just so she would get a taste of her own medicine and he knew for a fact that their father would lose his shit if he was alive and caught her sleeping with the henchmen. She was his little girl, Lucy hadn't been able to do any bad when Joker was alive and he didn't doubt it'd be the same now.

Jack had kept Jonny back as they waited for Lucy. The staff had moved off and started getting the club ready for the evening's entertainment. They chatted casually for about 30 minutes before Lucy finally put in an appearance. She was wearing black denim shorts that sat low on her hips and just covered her ass, a white halter-neck waistcoat top that exposed a little too much cleavage for a girl of her age. She had red heavy boots on her feet and then rose patterned tights.

"What's that?" Jack asked.

"Clothes, you didn't specify a dress code, dad," Lucy sniffed. He just rolled his eyes and the three of them walked out to the car. Jack jumped into the drivers seat and took them to one of the abandoned dock warehouses. It was eerily quiet, but that's what they needed. A bit of privacy, a bit of alone time and a whole lot of luck.

"What are we doin' here?" Lucy asked, her accent grating on his ears.

"You'll see." He led them into the building and as they wound their way to the depths of the dark empty cavernous place, Lucy felt her skin prickle a little bit. Jack finally stopped in front of a large swimming pool sized vat of chemicals, there were also two caskets beside the vat with the tops still on.

"What is it?"

"This is the Lazarus Pit," Jack told his sister. "I tracked down Thalia al Ghul, after her father died trying to force Batman into the Head of the Demon, he destroyed the pit. Thalia's been repairing it, but she didn't have the equipment or the chemicals to resurrect Ra's al Ghul. I found her and provided the parts she needed and the stuff in the vat, as a thank you, we can use it."

"Did she have an option?" Lucy smirked.

"A bullet to the head is a very convincing argument," Jack chuckled.

"So are they your folks?" Jonny asked, pointing at the caskets.

"Indeed, they've been preserved and stitched up so when they resurrect they should be fine, but the Pit should heal them too," Jack nodded. "It's been a few years to this point. There's one thing I need you to do Lucy."

"You need me to use my powers to do it?" Lucy mumbled. "What if I-"

"Happy thoughts, good thoughts, they'll be fine."

"I might disintegrate their bodies, Jack," Lucy whispered emotionally. "I can't… I don't want to do it."

"They can be back, Luce," Jack said gently. "We can have our parents back, they shouldn't have died how they did. Momma… Father… you just need to think of happy things and we can have them back. We don't… we won't be alone anymore."

Lucy paused, she'd always wanted her parents back in her life. She had a handful of memories, mostly of Joker, but she'd grown up feeling like she'd missed out and she was jealous that Jack got to spend so much time with them. But to bring them back? She didn't know if she had that kind of control over her powers. She didn't get the chance to doubt herself as Jack and Jonny were already lifting the bodies of Joker and Harley from the caskets.

"See you soon, momma," Jack whispered to Harley and put her down into the fluid. Jonny smiled at the younger man and then put Joker beside Harley. Lucy moved to the edge of the vat and stared at the scene for a minute, she tried to conjure up happy memories, but all she could do was doubt herself.

"Jack, I-I can't do this," she stammered, all of her normal bravado gone.

"Yes you can," Jack told her. "Put your hands on the surface and think of good things."

Lucy clenched her hands into fists as her palms became hot and she took a long breath. She knelt down and reached over the edge, laying her hands flat over the surface. She looked up to the floating bodies of her parents and closed her eyes, trying desperately to think of only good things. She tried to pull back those few hazy memories of her parents, but they were too fuzzy so she thought about the times with Jack out of Gotham when they were young orphans.

"That's it, Lucy, well done," Jack said encouragingly. "Keep going, its working."

Lucy fell back into her memories and focused on the most powerful and happy times of her life. She was fully absorbed in her mind and the stories that played out in front of her that she didn't react as her powers worked on Joker and Harley. It wasn't until she felt a wet hand on her shoulder that she was pulled from her reverie.

"You did it, princess."

"Daddy!" Lucy gasped and tears burst from her eyes. She threw her arms around him as tightly as she could and screwed her eyes shut. It had worked, they were back and she had her family back together again. "Daddy, I… I missed you so much!"

"It's okay, sweetheart, I got you," he said calmly and held her against him. Lucy opened her eyes to see Jack and Harley also hugging. The woman was peppering kisses all over her adult son's face and Jack was positively glowing at the attention.

"Lucy!" Harley gasped and dragged Jack over. Joker let go of his daughter and Harley immediately grabbed Lucy into a hug.

"Father," Jack said awkwardly. He'd never been the one who'd received displays of affection from Joker, that had always been for Lucy and he didn't see why Joker would start now. However, the Clown did very quickly embrace him and that made Jack smiled broadly.

"You're so beautiful, you've grown up so much! You're both so… I'm gonna cry," Harley gasped.

"Don't you start," Joker teased and Harley looked over to him.

"Puddin'," Harley grinned. She kissed Lucy's cheeks once more and moved towards her husband. "You look good for a dead guy."

"Come here and let me take that smirk off your face," Joker chuckled and pulled her into him. He kissed her hard and wrapped his arms around her tightly. After a few minutes, he released her and grinned at his family and Jonny Frost. Harley once again went to her children and looked them over like they were marvels of nature. Joker patted Jack and Lucy's shoulders and looked between them all.

"Let's go home."

The End

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Come on, you didn't think I'd leave them dead, did you?

I want to say a massive thank you for every single person that's read, favourited, reviewed and followed Young Gods, Toxic Love and Family Portrait. You have been amazing and I love you all. This is where the story ends for this take on Joker, Harley and my own version of their future. I know they have been extremely out of Character at points, but I think it fits in with the story and the slow burn of Joker realising how much he needs his Harley, let alone their children. They're a fascinating pair that we shouldn't ship and we shouldn't even like them, but there's something about our favourite pair of clowns that keeps us coming back despite how cruel and abusive Joker can be to Harley. Saying that, I do love that in Suicide Squad we got a Joker that was more 'into' Harley than most other versions of these characters, it's refreshing as a 90's child (and Harley fan) to have that slightly more twisted toxicity to these characters.

I hope you've enjoyed all 3 stories and I hope that you'll join me for any more that I post in the future, if I post in the future. It's definitely been fun and slightly scary to fall into writing these two so easily.

Thanks again guys and gals! :D

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