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Their Morals, Their Code

it's a bad joke. – The Joker

H•A•R•L•E•Y

{Flashback – 5 Years Ago}

"Mister Joker!" I squeal, laughing as he tickles me.

"Shh," he whispers in my ear. "Only been a happy couple a few months and you're already complaining." He chuckles darkly and I push him off me.

"Play time's over, I've been instructed to walk you to your cell because the guards are at some kind of meeting." I get off my desk and fix my cloths. "So, be a good boy and put your cuffs back on or Mommy will have to punish you." I tease and he raises his brows.

"And Mommy better learn her place, or Daddy will have to take her over his knee and show her exactly who's the boss." He growls dangerously to me an I raise my brows, a jolt of pleasure shooting through me and I bite my lip.

"Yes, sir." I Whimper, sad that we can't go another round.

He puts his cuffs on and I open the door for him.

Very convenient that the cameras for this whole floor are broken for the time being, so when he playfully pushes me with his shoulder and I push him back.

"Can you act your age instead of your shoe size?" I pretend to scold him and he pushes me again.

"You're no fun." He pouts.

"I have bruises in me and in places on my skin they should never be." I cut my eyes. "I'm plenty of fun, clearly." I hiss.

"Touché." He smirks slyly.

"I've come to the conclusion that our relationship is extremely inappropriate." I joke in a serious tone and he lets out a single "Ha!" and I smile.

"And when did you discover this?" He pokes back.

"When I grew accustomed to calling you 'Daddy'." I smile smugly.

"What's wrong with that?"

"Aside from the constant reminder that I have Daddy issues." I smile a little and he chuckles.

"I like your Daddy issues, they make sex great."

"If anyone were to know that me and you were doing all this…" I look at him pointedly.

"…You'd be thrown in here with me and I could have you anytime of the night." He says matter of fact.

"Ah, really now? Little selfish don't you think?"

"Just like having what's mine is all." He grins to himself.

"Well you—"

"Dr. Quinzel," I shove J away from me before Arkham could look up from his file, I'm assuming he heard my voice.

"Yes?" I raise a brow.

"Are you—oh, I'm sorry I didn't realize you were with a patient."

"Dr. Leland told me to deliver my patients to their cells myself since security is at a mandatory meeting." I clear my throat, J eyeing me with an amused brow raised.

"I have a few updated files for you to keep in your desk on a few patients." He hands them to me, and I nod slowly.

"Okay. Thank you. I'll put them in my drawer when I get back to my office." I nod firmly.

He just stares at my chest, his eyes starting to gaze lower.

"Ahem." J clears his throat loudly. "If you'd be so kind as to not look at my doctor like a fucking meal, and excuse us." He snarls.

"I'll let you finish your…what you're doing here, and I'll see you later." Doctor Arkham narrows his eyes.

"Yes, sir." I smile fakely.

When he turns the corner on the opposite end of the hall I roll my eyes and gag.

"Could he get any creepier? Did you see him lookin' at my boobs? He's a complete sicko, Mister J, I swear." I move angrily and he scoffs.

"It took every part of my being not to beat the hell outta him." He growls and I look at him.

"We should've jumped him." I decide.

"Ya think we coulda taken him?" He asks me with a slick smile.

"Are you kiddin' me? Hell Yeah we coulda taken him. We're like Sid and Nancy, Bonnie and Clyde, CatDog, Spongebob and Patrick, Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, Marilyn Monroe and John F. Kennedy, Beyoncé and Jay-Z, okay. We are a fucking power couple. We make other couples look pathetic. I mean, sure we're the total opposite of each other; I'm sane and you have a couple issues that are being worked on and I'm a little tiny bit loud and you're not a man of many words and I'm a woman and you're a man and I'm broke and you're rich…I'm a breath of fresh air to most people, ya know…and you…ya know, um, you…breathe air…but our opposites compliment each other. I made a good choice regarding my ties to you. We'll be okay." I nod nervously as we approach his cell. "We'll be okay, right?" My hands fumble with the key, and I accidentally drop it because my hands are shaking with jittery nerves. He grabs them off the floor and unlocks the cell himself, handing me my keys.

"We'll be just fine, Harley." He assures me before shutting the door and leaving me in the hallway.

{Present}

I hear the door open and close, and I come out of Ivy's room to see Hadlynn, and Johnny.

"Hady!" I rush to her, wrapping my arms around her neck.

She hugs me back, as if I'd be taken from her at any moment. My eyes meet Johnny's and fall to his leg where blood is seeping through his navy tie that's tied around his leg.

"What happened?" I ask him.

"I accidentally shot him." Hadlynn tells me before he can answer. She pulls away and looks at him with a small smile. "I was about to help him with it." She assures me.

"Okay." I nod, my eyes glaring at J.

"I'm glad you're home." Is all he says to her…almost like he's holding back anger.

She just nods slowly and grabs Johnny's wrist, leading him to the living room.

"You okay, Pud?" I raise a brow worriedly and he nods slowly.

"Couldn't be better, kid." His tone doesn't change and I frown a little when he walks to our room.

"Daddy," I follow him. "What's wrong?" I shut the door and he rubs his face.

"You know…I felt horrible for what I did while we were apart." He says eerily.

"Well, it's all in the past, Mistah J. Nothin' to worry about, really. Your Harley girl is very forgivin'." I pat his shoulder.

"Too bad, I'm not." He whispers and I furrow my brows, my heart stopping for a second.

"W-What?" I swallow the lump in my throat.

"Hmm? Nothing. I mean, I'm fine now. I was a little worried if you were still upset with me. But if you've forgiven me, then great. But if you ever did anything like that…I'd be upset. Good thing my little girl is as loyal as they come. Ain't that right?"

My voice catches in my throat.

"Y-Yeah." I force myself to speak and he grins, cups my face between his hands.

"Baby, you're the greatest." He kisses me, and hugs me tightly and I feel guilt wire through me.

"Ha, funny you say that." I hug him back.

"Why's that?" He pulls away. "It's not funny to me. You're a complete doll!" He pats my cheek.

"I'm not completely perfect." I smile fakely and he furrows his brows.

"Of course you are!" He insists.

"I–I'm really not, J." I pull away from him.

"And why do you say that?" He raises his brows.

"Well…nobody's perfect, ya know? I mean, I have made mistakes since we've been together…" I shrug.

"You've been as loyal as a golden retriever." He grins widely. "And I couldn't be more appreciative." He runs his hands down my arms. "In fact, I wanna take you out tonight."

"What? F-For what?" I laugh nervously.

"To celebrate you, you silly little girl." He pats my head.

"Celebrate me doing what?" I cringe slightly.

"Being the best partner a man could ever ask for." He walks past me.

"But…I–I just told you I'm not completely perfect." I follow him into the kitchen.

"Oh, tomato-tomoto potato-pototo." He waves his hand dismissively.

"But—"

"Harley, I can't talk right now. I'm busy planning a very wonderful and extremely romantic candlelight dinner with my Puddin'." He pinches my cheek, and turns to leave.

When he's gone to rush to Johnny and Hadlynn, who's stitching Johnny up, and I grab her wrist.

"Emergency talk. Now." I tell her frantically.

"But Ivy's here isn't she? Why not emergency talk with her?" She asks me, not breaking her glance from Johnny's thigh.

"She went out." I stomp my foot.

"Okay, well it can wait until I get d—"

"For once you're not the only one who couldn't keep her hands to herself." I whisper in her ear so quietly, I don't think she hears it until she snaps up.

"I'll be right back." She calls back to Johnny as she practically runs to my bedroom. She shuts the door and turns to me. "Who was it?!" She squeals almost excitedly.

"Are you happy I cheated or something?" I ask almost offended.

"No, I'm just happy I'm not the only one who has problems keeping her legs closed." She sits by me.

"Hey!" I hit her arm. "It didn't go beyond a kiss. It almost did, but it didn't."

"Who was it with?" She asks, wide eyed. "Does he work for Joker?" She raises a brow. I stay quiet, trying to find a way to tell her. But my lack of talking leads her to believe something else. "Ha! I knew it! Joker can't hire beef cakes and expect us to keep away from them."

"What?" I ask myself, just now coming from my thoughts to her words.

"Who is he – or she? I mean, you might swing for the same team but clearly you still play ball." She winks.

"No! It's not a girl. It's a guy."

"Back to my theory of it being someone that works for J. Is it Danny? Ugh I would jump his bones so quick if he weren't married. Wait, he's married! You're a home wrecker! Oh my god, Harley!"

"What? No! It's not Danny." I shake my head, my face twisted in confusion.

"Is it Roscoe? If so, I don't blame you. If I ever go black, it'd be with him, and you can trust me when I say I'd never go back because I'd be too busy slathering that perfect skin with honey and—"

"It's not Roscoe. Although you have an incredibly valid point that he is very attractive, it's not him." I sigh.

"Is it Rocco then? Because god damn…ooh no…I know the perfect situation." She falls back on the bed. "Danny, Roscoe and Rocco, at the same time. Yes please." She groans.

"Hadlynn!" I scold her, not wanting to picture my sister in a situation where three men are…using her.

"I'm sorry," she sits up. "I'm pregnant, my inner hoe's coming out. Apparently yours is, too, because…Mmm." She looks me up and down.

"I'm not a hoe! Just one little slip up with Crane—"

"Hold up. Woah, woah, woah, wait a second…" she holds a hand up, and stands. "You cheat on someone as sexy as Joker…with someone with the sexual deviancy of Elmo? What the fuck, Harley? Have I taught you nothing? That's like passing up a juicy-ass steak, for a little shred of rotten lettuce. Where is the sense in that?"

"It was a moment of weakness, I was upset over the breakup and Crane was being very kind and I was vulnerable and…he kissed me and pulled away immediately to apologize for his behavior and I fucked up and kissed him." I bite my cheek nervously. "And now J has suddenly got this whole idea that I'm the best thing ever and he wants to celebrate me being so loyal and a great partner in crime and I don't know what to do, Hady. But the more he mentions me being great and wonderful, the worse I feel. And I just wanna scream from a rooftop that I kissed another man."

"He knows." She tells me casually.

"What?"

"He knows. He has to know. He's doing that on purpose. And it's working."

"I don't…?" I furrow my brows.

"He's using reverse psychology, can't you see that? You just said you want to fess up to what you did. He's making sure you'll do that by guilting you. He knows that you know and he'll expect you to just let it all spill out tonight at dinner."

"THAT SLICK BASTARD!" I stand up. "Well you know what?! He's not gonna get a confession! I'm gonna get a nice dinner, though, and I'm gonna love watching him try to make me squirm."

"That's right. Let's just completely ignore the fact that you tongue wrestled with Crane instead of Danny or Roscoe or Rocco. OUT OF ALL THE CHOICES IN THIS FUCKING CITY, YOU CHOOSE CRANE!" She says in disbelief. "So disappointed."

"Well excuse me for not wanting to kill them! Which is exactly what would have happened if it were of them! J would've slaughtered them!" I raise my voice. "Wait…" I think. "J would've slaughtered them for touching me." I whisper. "Oh my god." I rush to the door.

"What is it?"

"Jonathan. J left to go do something and I'm assuming it was to castrate Jonathan. Shit. Shit. Shit." I rush to the door,

grabbing my gun off the counter.

V•I•T•A•N•I

"Where's she goin'?" Johnny asks me as I walk back to the couch to finish my stitching.

"Stop Joker from killing Crane." I pick the needle and thread back up.

"Really? Why?" He winces a little and I look up at him.

"She kissed him and J knows but she didn't know that he knew but she knows now but he doesn't know that she knows that he knows yet so he's most likely killing Crane for touching what doesn't belong to him." I explain.

"Crane? Really? Not sayin' she did anything smart at all with that but…at least could've gone with Danny or Roscoe."

"Right?" I raise my brows. "I just hate that Jonathan may be getting skinned alive for something Harley seemed content with." I mumble.

"He'll get what he gets."

"What he doesn't exactly deserve." I say back, finishing my work and he pulls his pants back on.

"I understand completely why J would kill a man over something like that." Johnny spits in a dark tone, making my eyes lock with his. "Stuff like that ain't easy to take, Hadlynn. What seems like a slip up or not a big deal to Harley, is a huge deal to J. Exactly how the slip ups with Jason was a huge deal to me, as small as they seemed to you. And now you're pregnant with his kid…so it's better now that J gets rid of Crane. At least Harley won't get knocked up by him, 4 years from now."

Ouch.

"Harley isn't like me, Johnny. They were broken up. But he considers it cheating." I scoff. "Don't you dare compare me to my sister. She's not like me. She's 1000 times better than I'll ever be and one little harmless kiss isn't going to change that. Got it?" I raise a brow.

"Yes, Ma'am." He grumbles, pushing by me.

"Johnny." I say sharply, turning to face him.

"What?" He stops, looking at me.

"I'm sorry…our marriage wouldn't have been so hostile if I would've stayed faithful to you when we were dating."

"Nah, It wouldn't have been so hostile if I didn't hold one mother fucker of a grudge. Think at the end of the day, I'm the bigger slut out of the two of us so let's just kiss and make up and call it one hell of a 5 years." He rubs his face, stepping closer to me.

"Even though I'm pregnant with another man's baby?"

"I put a ring on your finger and signed a marriage certificate in my blood. And we haven't gotten a divorce. So, in my mind, you're still my Hadlynn Duchess Quinzel." He brushes a strand of hair from my face. "Well, Quinzel-Frost." He corrects himself and I chuckle.

"Joker's gonna kill us for this, you know that right?" I raise a brow.

"Oh, yeah. Which is why he won't find out."

"He's like God. He knows all." I point out.

"Not this." He shakes his head.

"And how do you expect us to keep it from him?"

J•O•K•E•R

"I don't know how she expected to keep that from me." I grumble, slamming the door of the old bar. "Can't imagine what pathetic excuse she's gonna come up with. 'Oh, Mistah J, I was so lonely and he was nice to me.' 'Oh, Puddin', I missed you so much that I was hurtin' so bad.' 'Oh, Daddy, let me strip down naked to distract you from your anger, using sex because I'm a manipulative minx.'" I mock her voice and roll my eyes. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I've heard it all before, Harley." I scoff. "And it ain't gonna work this time. Nope. I am putting my foot down." I stomp my foot, digging around under the bar for a bottle of alcohol. "Don't come at me with your bullshit you blonde headed, big breasted, perfect bodied, smooth skinned, pretty faced, talented mouthed, tight pussied…" I trail off, feeling a familiar ache in my groin. "Really?" I look down at it. "If I didn't have you, i'd be a lot more strict with her. You have to get your shit together or else we're screwed." I groan, finding a bottle of cheap wine. "Eh, it'll do." I shrug.

"Boss?" I jump a little, turning to see Roscoe. "You alright?"

"No. But I will be." I sigh. "Don't sneak up next time." I tell him sternly and he nods slowly.

"Just lettin' you know I ain't leavin' till' you do." He assures me and I nod, thinking a moment. He walks to the other room but I quickly call him back. "Sir?" He raises his brows.

"Have a seat." I nod to the dusty table chair, opposite of me and he cautiously takes a seat as I drink the wine straight from the bottle. "You have a girlfriend, don't-cha?" I raise a brow.

"Yes, Sir. A fiancé, her name's Angela." He nods with a small smile.

"How long you been together?" I furrow my brows.

"15 years." He sighs. "Been together since we were 15. We been engaged about 4 months." He pulls his wallet out his pocket and pulls a small photo out of it. "She took the road Harley did and went to college." He chuckles. "I ain't see no use in college."

I take the photo and see the faded picture of him standing with a woman with honey blonde hair, a graduation cap and gown adorning her.

"She got parents?" I hand it back to him.

"Her mama died of pancreatic Cancer when she was 6, her dad raised her. He never remarried…" his voice catches a little and I can tell it's a sensitive subject. Exactly why I keep prying at it.

"How'd he die?" I smirk a little and his eyes widen.

"You'd think after all these years, I'd learn that you'd know stuff even when people don't tell you about it." He wipes his eyes tiredly. "He was the first man I killed." He explains and I suddenly become more interested. "We've been together 15 years but he didn't know about us until we were 18 and graduated."

"And why's that?"

"So if she was kicked out the house we could just get a place together when I moved out."

"Why would he kick her out?"

He takes the picture out of his wallet again and put it on the table.

"That?" He motions between the two of them on the paper. "He didn't like that." He was referring to the fact that she was a different race than him. "I didn't care about that, she didn't either. It's what he tried to do that made me kill him." He puts the picture back in his wallet. "We both were there when she told him the news and in his words 'if she was gonna be a nigger lover, she might as well be dead.'" He leans back in his chair. "He didn't get to make any shots with his shotgun, I'll say that much. Bastard tried to kill his own daughter over something ridiculous like that." He laughs. "I thought I'd lost her when I killed him, she was distant for months after that, but she wanted to move to Gotham with me when I decided to get out of that suffocatingly small town, and I started working for you and earned enough to send her to school and she's currently a nurse practitioner." He smiles proudly. "A damn good one, might I add."

"So I take it, she's never been with anyone else?" I ask lowly and he furrows his brows.

"One time." He surprises me with his answer. "I was out of town with you, we'd been gone about three weeks and I didn't know she was pregnant and she had a miscarriage right before I left. I was in denial. I didn't want to talk to her about anything for the longest time, because I knew she'd want to talk about. I ignored her calls the whole trip. And she needed emotional support more than anything at the time." He explains.

"Who with?"

"He's dead, now, but she went into depression because she was so guilty. But when she told me, I realized she wouldn't have done it if it weren't for me."

"I guess you're right." I rub my temple.

"Mistah J, you can't kill Crane—" Harley rushes in suddenly, stopping her talking when she sees I'm not killing anybody. "Oh." She sighs with relief.

"I'll be outside…" Roscoe stands and nods to Harley politely.

I turn to face her and stand, stepping to her slowly.

"Why would I kill Crane?" I raise a brow curiously.

"I know that you know that I kissed him. And you should now that it was because I missed you and I needed someone and—" I cut her off, pressing my lips to her's for a moment. "You don't hate me?" She asks with teary eyes.

"Of course not." I smooth her hair down. "I'm disappointed." I look down at her and her lip wobbles shakily.

"I know. And I'm sorry." She cries softly. "It didn't mean a thing, I swear."

"Shhshhshh." I coo gently, hugging her tightly.

"How can I ever make it up to you, Puddin'?" She rests her forehead on my chest.

"Easy. You're gonna help me kill him."

Tada…another update:)

Another thing I saw today that made me smile:

"He loves her, but he can never admit it. He hates that he needs her and it drives him even crazier. And she loves him. It really is this epic romance." – David Ayer on Joker and Harley Quinn's relationship.

Saintsrow10:

Just telling you, Hadlynn and Joker are gonna have a huge fight next chapter (wont be about Johnny either) but not gonna say what it's over. Right now they're just avoiding each other a little bit.

Jargot:

Haha thank you and I was gonna stay away for about a week but all this shit about the movie started coming out and I was like "haha nope. These bitches are getting an update" I love you too:)

CrystalFalls1987:

I love you, hope you like this chapter:)

themanonthemoon:

We're all very lucky to be alive at this time;) and I'm glad my emotions are in sync with yours about this movie stuff haha thank you for your support and I hope you liked the chapter.

RoyalFlushGang:

Thank you so much, I love you:)

DocQuinn:

Awe hoe-cunt, I love you too;) I do appreciate every one of my readers (especially the ones like you) and I'm happy that I can entertain you until the movie. I will die of dehydration in that theater because Jared Leto. Oh my lanta. Daddy. As. Fuck. J and Crane and Harley are gonna have one hell of a time;)

AngelFire85:

THATS WHAT IM SAYING. WTF DC. THERE BETTER BE A DAMN BABY SOMEWHERE BETWEEN THEM BECAUSE SHIT IF THERE IS I WILL PAT MYSELF ON THE BACK AND WHOEVER CREATED LUCY IN THE COMICS WILL NEED A FUCKING RAISE.

Harley Quite:

I am enjoying my vacation and umm like I said above, there better be a damn baby somewhere. Haha I love you and don't worry, Crane and J and HQ will have a hell of a time together;)

Sabrichi. C. Brus:

I REACTED THE SAME WAY OH MY GOSH YES. I ran around the room screaming and thanking God for letting me be born the time I was:)

jennamichelle85:

Thank you:) and Hadlynn and Joker are definitely brother/sister type haha they love to make each other squirm, and get under each other's skin but they can only fuck with each other, if someone tried to even think of screwing J over, they're dead to Hadlynn and vice-versa, I love writing their backwards friendship. Jason's fucked up, which like you said, it's expected.

loreenagrgoddess:

I love writing the flashbacks and j and Harley and Crane will have a fun time next chapter, well fun for J at least, maybe not Harley and Crane;) yes those clips…UGHH this movie is fucking me up already and I ain't even seen it. I love you too:)

Guest:

First off, thank you so much:) secondly, yes. I am going to write a sequel to this book and it will be based on the movie completely. But it'll be a few months before I write it - when it comes out on DVD (probably around December) because by then no one has a reason not to have seen it and I won't have to worry about spoiling the movie for anyone who hasn't seen it while it was in theaters because some people can't). But yes, these stories will tie in to Suicide Squad, so you had the right idea about my stories - thank you again for your support:)

***ANYONE WHO'S CURIOUS ABOUT A SEQUEL TO THIS STORY, READ THE REPLY TO "GUEST" REVIEW ABOVE SO I DONT HAVE TO RE-TYPE IT***

Also, stories you may wanna check out (if you haven't):

•Impulse & Suspension (Sequel to Impulse) by Mabel Madness

•Welcome To My World of Fun by BlueBubblegumBallon

•Ever Dance With The Devil by Harley Quite

And all three of these Authors are very sweet and very deserving of support because of how great they are:)

Thank you guys, I'm about to sleep! I love you, let me know what you thought of the chapter and a sequel.