Sorry for the code issue on the first chapter... it's all fixed and ready to read. Well here's chapter 2, chapter 3 should bring some interesting moments for you dirty humans.

"Frost." I roared from my office. I could hear is fast, heavy footsteps going through the living room.

"Yeah Boss?"

"Go and get a pregnancy test for Harley. You speak to no one and when you get back, do not say a word just give it to Harley and go away."

"Got it"

I leaned back in my chair and I could feel my blood boiling. Another baby? This just won't do. Not one bit. There will be no more babies in my future.

HaHaHa

This can't be happening again. What if she is pregnant? Do I kick her out? Do I kill the baby? Do I kill Harley and the baby?

No. I couldn't kick her out, the plant would never let her come back.

I could kill the baby, but then Harley would never be the same and she would never live it down.

Shit.

I allowed her to keep the baby the first time so she is going to assume that she can keep it.

She thinks wrong.

I wonder if she knows. Motherly instincts maybe?

I don't know what to do in this situation.

The universe has taken two babies from me already, I don't think my ego can take losing another. Can I really let this baby go?

HAHAHAHA

Sometimes I wish I had spayed Harley.

I sat in my office with my mind going a thousand miles a minute thinking about what I should do with Harley.

Then I really started to think, why would I give Bats the pleasure of Harley not having this demon because I'm scared?

I mean I'm not scared I'm just being overly cautious, that's all.

Gah I hate Batman.

Before I knew it there was a soft knock on my door.

"Mistah J?"

"What is it Harley?"

"Can we talk?"

"Not now Harley. I am not in the mood."

"I know you're mad at me but I just wanted to see what you're thinking about."

Oh god. She knows what I'm thinking about. Here we go.

"And what do you assume I am thinking about?"

"Me being pregnant."

"Ding. Ding. Ding. Give the girl a prize! She guessed I was thinking about possibly the 3rd baby I have created that won't make it into the world."

I told her I wasn't in the mood. Whatever I am about to snarl at her, is her fault.

"Mistah J, it won't get in the way, I promise."

"See Harley that's the thing. You promised last time that the baby wouldn't get in the way, and what do yah know you tried to fight Bats and you lost the baby. It would put my partner in crime out of commission for nearly a year. What am I supposed to do with the baby after that year? Call a nanny. Use one of my best henchmen to protect it instead of us? Harley I don't know about this."

"Let's not decide on anything until I know for sure. I am going to go to the store and get a test-"

"I have already sent Frost he should be back anytime now."

"Really?"

"Yes, now go lay down and rest that pretty little head of yours before I put a bullet in it."

She turned and quietly walked out of my office. I could hear her giggling down the hallway.

I growled to myself, making my way to the epicenter of all of my weapons.

While I was throughly thinking about my life I absent mindedly grabbed a gun and let it lay comfortably in my hand playing with the trigger.

Sometimes I just want to turn back time and let her die in the bat of chemicals.

However, I know even if I were to go back right now I would still jump to pull that blonde out. I knew that I would fall madly in love with her all over again.

So it's decided.

Harley is going to have a baby. And I am going to make sure of it.

Hahahaha

I do not think I have ever said that. And never again will I.

I lay there still in the middle of my office lost in my own thoughts for hours staring at the onesies in the corner of the room.

Realizing that it's time to open the club I marched over to the bedroom to yell at Harley for not telling me but she's lying on the bed, exactly where I told her to be. I make my way in to find that positive pregnancy test next to her.

Can a man just not have one normal day of murder and torture?

"Hey Puddin'."

I nodded my head in response not really sure what to say.

"So you're going to have a baby?"

"Yes."

"Are you going to keep it?"

"I don't know. Do you want me to get rid of it?'

"I am not su-" She cut me off mid sentence and leaped onto me knocking me over.

"OH PUDDIN'! I knew you would let me keep after you thought about it!"

"Harley. Get off of me." I said violently shoving her off my stomach. "I am going down to the club."

"I'll get dressed."

"No you won't. You're staying here."

"But..Puddin'?"

"Eh eh eh… You wanted this baby, you are going to keep it alive. Got it?"

"Got it Mistah J. Have fun at the club without me." She said pouting.

"Oh now don't be like that. Daddy doesn't like to see his queen upset."

"I'm not upset…" She said as a tear rolled down her face.

I REALLY did not miss these pregnancy hormones. I mean look at her, I don't even raise my voice and she's already crying.

"FINE. You can go."

"AW PUDD-" I cut her off again.

"You have to stay in your glass box or be in the office with me, no exceptions got it?"

"Got it."

I walk over to my side of the dresser and grab out my nice button down and a pair of slacks. I start to take off my shirt when I feel a soft pair of freezing cold hands touch my back.

"Harley... What are you doing?"

"I was just thinking, yah know with my head maybe we should be a little late to the club."

"And what do you propose we do until then?"

"Well, uh, I was actually."

This is hilarious this girl has no idea how to come up to her man and tell him shes horny.

"You wanna have sex don't you."

"Yeah, just quickly, I don't know I just feel, I don't know."

"Well if your shenanigans in my kitchen hadn't happened maybe would could, but now Im not in the mood."

"Fine, Ill just go down to the club and find a goon."

"WHAT?! Do you fuck my guards whenever im not around? What am I to you a money supplier, a business partner, because im pretty sure youre carrying MY baby."

And then a thought came to my head, I knew I shouldn't have said it but I did.

"Or is it? Should I end this whole thing right now? Because I can."

I finally look at her truly and I see that she is laughing.

"What the fuck are you laughing at Miss Quinn?"

"You."

"I see that you little-"

"Im laughing at how protective you are. Of course I haven't slept with any of the guards. Most of them would rather die then even touch me because of you."

"Not funny Harley not fucking funny. And you can stay here tonight, ALL night. I will be taking care of business downstairs. If I get a call saying that you have killed one of my guys, I will end this baby." And with that I was done.

HAHAHA

Way to go prince, you missed your chance.