When the sun came through the window the next morning, Harley woke to find herself alone in bed. A soft sigh escaped her, having never liked waking up by herself. Stretching, she gave a small wince at the soreness that had settled in her body overnight, and when her eyes took in the bruises and broken skin on her hips, she chuckled. Climbing out of bed, she moved into the bathroom to shower, cleaning the dried blood from her skin. Hearing her puddin come back into the apartment, apparently in a VERY bad mood from the yelling and slamming of the door, she shook her head a bit. Turning off the water, she stepped out of the shower and poked her head out the bathroom door.

"Puddin?"

"What."

"Somethin` wrong?"

"Maybe, I'm not sure yet."

Cocking an eyebrow as he sat down at the computer in the apartment, he slipped the disc his henchman had given him into the drive. Finishing in the bathroom, Harley got dressed quickly and moved out to sit next to him at the table. What looked like security camera footage from a the night before, right before they'd gone out on date night, met her eyes. Joker's narrowed eyes watched carefully, and he froze the footage when he saw someone slink out from behind his car with a tool box.

"So someone sabotaged the car…damn."

Running his hands through his hair in annoyance when the person was revealed to be wearing a ski mask, he stood and stalked around the room. Glancing from the computer to her King, the woman stood up and approached him. When he caught sight of her in his peripheral vision, he stopped and turned to face her.

"What do we do?"

"We can't do anything until we find out who that was."

Sighing again, Harley wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning her head against his chest. One of his arms curled around her shoulder as he answered the ringing phone with his other hand.

"Hello?"

"Boss? Deadshot's here with Ollivya."

"Ah, thanks. We'll be down in a moment."

Having heard the man on the other end of the phone, Harley released Joker's waist and headed for the door. He hung up and followed, a smile curling his lips when he reached the office and found the little girl already seated in her mother's lap, telling her all about the sleep over. The clown approached Deadshot and put a hand on his shoulder, leading him from the room.

"What's up, J?"

"We might need your help again."

"Why? What's goin` on?"

"Someone fucked with my car last night. Harley and I could have both been killed."

A grunt escaped the assassin and he looked over towards the office. Leaning on the wall, Joker looked over as well, his eyes locking on the mother daughter duo.

"What are you thinkin, J?"

"If someone is after us again…it might not be safe for them here."

"If you think Harley's gonna leave you again after what happened last time, you're crazier than I thought you are."

Their conversation was interrupted, however, when both of them noticed Croc walking towards them. The clown turned to face him, and was suddenly sent flying back through the door of his office, crashing into the wall. Harley and Ollivya both let out a scream, with the little girl moving to hide behind Joker's desk. Grabbing her bat from its place in the office, the Queen of crime stood and moved to her King's side, pulling him to his feet.

"What the heck!"

He didn't answer, only grabbed a rifle from the closet and loaded a specialized tranquilizer into the barrel. By the time he was able to aim it, Croc had rushed them, flinging Harley back into the couch and picking him up by the neck, throwing the gun behind the desk. Pulling a knife from his pocket, Joker moved to strike the man in the neck, but found his wrist caught and pinned to the wall next to his head. His other hand moved to the scaly wrist holding him, vision slowly starting to blur as his air supply was cut off. Behind the desk, Ollivya's eyes landed on the discarded dart gun, and she picked it up. Having been shown by her father how to properly handle a gun already, the little girl had no fear or aversion to them.

"Only use them when you have no choice." echoed in her head, and she slowly crawled out from her cover.

Aiming like she'd been shown, she pulled the trigger and sent the tranquilizer dart straight into Croc's neck before ducking back behind the desk. It took a moment, but the man eventually lost his grip on Joker and hit the floor, out cold. Dropping to his knees and holding his throat, the clown coughed violently for a few moments, his forehead resting against the floor. Once he caught his breath, he moved over and checked to make sure Harley was alright, and once he was sure, he looked over towards Ollivya, the little girl running to him and throwing her arms around his neck.

"Daddy!"

"Shhh, it's alright. Good shot, by the way."

"He was hurting you…"

Smiling and kissing the little girl's forehead, he suddenly froze as a knife met his throat from behind. Gently pushing his daughter away, he shifted his head just enough to see the hand holding the knife.

"Harls…baby…what the hell are you doing…"

The woman didn't speak, but faltered just a bit. He used her distraction to grab her arm and flip her over his shoulder, her back hitting the floor as he straddled her, pinning her arms.

"Harley!"

The second their eyes met, he knew something was wrong, as hers had a glazed, almost entranced appearance. Using her flexibility and surprising strength, the woman suddenly flipped them, but before she could pin him and get at her knife again, the King of crime punched her square in the temple. Harley collapsed to the side, unconscious.

"Sorry honey, ya didn't leave me a choice…"

Looking up to Deadshot, who was standing dumbfounded in the doorway, he gave one order in a hoarse, distraught voice.

"Tie them up downstairs…"

The order was immediately carried out, and again, Ollivya ran to her father, hugging him. He picked her up, depositing the tranquilizer gun back into the closet before taking her upstairs.

"Why was mommy trying to hurt you?"

"I dunno, princess, but I'm gonna find out. You stay here, and if ANYONE but me comes into this room, you get into the safe room I showed you."

Nodding, the little girl moved over to the floor in front of the couch and pulled her coloring books out of her bag, trying to keep her little mind occupied. Taking a deep breath, Joker went to the basement of the club, where both his wife and Croc were tied to chairs. Noticing the woman was the only one awake, he walked over and knelt down in front of her, meeting her eyes. His hand met her knee, and she glared at him.

"Harley…I don't know what's going on…but I know you can hear me. Whatever it is, you need to fight it."

When she didn't respond, a faint beeping could be heard throughout the room. Lifting an eyebrow, Joker stood and walked around behind her, his eyes going wide at realizing the beeping was coming from both her and Croc, and was centered in the side of their necks.

"Deadshot…cmere."

Walking over, the man's eyebrow shot up at hearing the beeping as well. His hand moved to his neck, suddenly glad he'd had a friend dig the nanite out of his skin. Grunting, he looked up at Joker and shrugged.

"Far as I know, they were bombs. If you try and remove it while it's active, it might blow."

Growling deep in his chest, he suddenly picked up a chair and threw it across the room with a yell. Ducking as he entered the room, one of the henchmen hit the floor, holding a photo.

"Uh, boss?"
"WHAT?!"

Holding up the picture in an offer of peace, he flinched when it was snatched from his hand by a very angry clown. There, staring him straight in the face, was a photo of Amanda Waller.

"What? She's dead."

"Boss, look at the date…"

Taking another look at the picture, a new wave of anger coursed through his veins. The image was dated two days ago, and showed the woman standing right outside his club. Pushing the picture into Deadshot's hands when the man approached, he sent the assassin upstairs to watch over Ollivya. Turning, he made his way back over to Harley and grabbed her face between his hands.

"FIGHT IT. Don't let this bitch control you!"

The only thing his Queen did, was throw her head back and laugh. Her eyes remained glossy and unfocused when she looked at him, and he released her face, stepping back. A scream from upstairs caught his attention, and he immediately took off at a dead run, scrambling up the steps and into his apartment. The window was shattered, and Deadshot was laying on the ground, holding a bleeding gash in his head. Rushing over to the man, he knelt down.

"Where's Ollivya?!"

"They…took her…"

Standing, Joker ran to the window, watching as a helicopter slowly vanished into the sun.
"NO! NO NO NO NO NO! GOD DAMN IT!"

It was a matter of minutes before henchmen carrying machine guns entered the room, led by none other than Johnny Frost. At seeing his trusted friend, he walked over, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and hissed an order, his voice causing every person in the room to shudder.

"I want every god damn villain in Gotham City contacted. Every thief, every hacker, every murderer, every dirty cop and military personnel we have! I want leverage found against every one of them to guarantee their cooperation. This bitch somehow survived my laughing gas AND the ocean, and now, she's taken both my Queen and my Princess. This time, she WILL die, and it will be by my hand!"
"Boss, it's gonna take time…."

"WE DON'T HAVE TIME! Get it done!"

"Right away, boss."

As soon as he was released, Johnny made his way out of the room, leaving an eerily quiet clown for Deadshot to deal with.

AN: Ohhhh shit! Harley and Croc have apparently gone bat-shit crazy, Waller is BACK and has kidnapped the King of Crime's daughter! Time to pull out the stops!