A/N: I said when we hit 70 you get chapter 11 and you, you greedy folks, got me to 70! Fantastic, so here you go, hot off the presses and straight to you for your viewing.

I realised at about Chapter 8 that I hadn't really done much from J's point of view, it should probably be a concern how easy I find it to write Joker sometimes xD

Chapter 11 – Little Conspiracy

Jonny Frost walked through Arkham quietly. His disguise as a guard was perfect and he was never questioned when he entered the maximum security area once more. As Harley was getting closer and closer to her due date, Frost made more visits into the Asylum to make sure everything was going to plan and to get as many weak points noted as he could. If getting the boss and Quinn out was going to get difficult, they'd need a few different escape points. He knew Joker was getting more and more anxious to get out, but he was doing pretty well at sitting tight and keeping his cool.

Jonny got to Joker's cell and he got the two guards to leave for their lunchbreak. He pressed a button on his phone and the security camera started to replay old footage. They wanted as much privacy as they could get.

"Jonny, I'm going to start pulling my own eyes out if we don't get out of here soon," Joker snarled.

"She's only got a few weeks left, boss," Jonny said and looked over to Harley's cell.

"Four until her due date," Joker nodded. "I can't take much more of this. Please tell me business is good, I need some cash to burn."

"It's all… good, J," Jonny said. "We had a few snakes in the grass from the new batch of goons. Some of Penguin's and Falcone's men came in under the radar, but we flushed them out and made sure Cobblepot and Carmine got the message that they're not welcome. I'm not going to lie to you, it dived until the news report about the baby hit the fan. Every one fell back into line like dominoes. You got all of Gotham scared, Boss. We got money, product, weaponry, tech, you name it, and it's all pouring in to placate you and Harley when you get back."

"And how are her pets?"

"The Hyenas?" Jonny smirked. "Missing their momma, but otherwise they're coping. They've gotten big and very defensive. It'll be good for them to have her back home too."

"How many do I need to kill?"

"Boss?"

"Morons that have crossed me whilst I've been in here?" Joker demanded.

"None, sir, we've taken care of any threats to your business," Jonny answered. "Obviously if you want a statement piece there's a few targets."

"Yes, pick them out for me, Frost," Joker nodded. "And did you complete the rest of your orders?"

"Yes, we've got everything there is to know about Samantha Drake," Jonny nodded and checked the coast was clear again. "We've got everything from her birth weight to her great-grandmothers, second cousins, step fathers, son's wife's aunt. We've got her, boss. Tracked down her parents, girlfriend, and alcohol choice. We'll be right behind them when they put her into hiding."

"Good, good," Joker grinned. "Harley's having far too much fun toying with the good doctor. I think she's seen exactly why I picked her, I need to know that we can find Samantha Drake after we're out so Harley can finish the job and kill her."

"Boss-"

"I know I didn't kill Harley, I was going to, but that's different and Harley feels nothing for this bitch," Joker said lowly. "Or if she does, she better pray that the baby needs her for something because it's the final straw."

"I thought she was doing good-"

"Too good," Joker snarled. "I thought she would've fucked up by now. I was hoping she would. But she hasn't, I've taught her too well, Frost. I don't think she gets that it's all back to normal once the baby is born."

"Will it be, boss? Cos I think having your child is quite a good reason to change things," Frost said carefully.

"Excuse me?" Joker growled. "Did you just tell me how to look after my creation? Did you? Oh, Frosty, what a stupid thing to do."

"I didn't mean anything but keeping her behind the scenes a bit more, boss," Frost replied quickly and felt a bead of sweat on his forehead. "Harley and the baby are going to be vulnerable for a few years after, maybe she should miss out on some of the higher risk stuff? Just for your son's sake. One of you needs to be around if the other ends up back here."

"Never overstep your mark again, Jonny," Joker said coldly. "You've been my right hand man for years, I'd hate to have to train someone else up. Anyone else would've been a bloodied corpse by now."

"Sorry, boss," Jonny winced. Threats from Joker weren't to be taken lightly and the clown had a long list of people to sort through once they were free. He wouldn't necessarily kill them, but there would be a huge show of strength on the Clowns part and it would leave Gotham's underworld with very few doubts about who sat at the top of the pile. Falcone and Maroni liked to fool themselves that they had Gotham organised, but Joker hadn't worked as hard as he had to be undermined by a couple of fat mafia men who couldn't get their own hands dirty. People had a habit of just doing as Joker said, he liked it most of the time and when he didn't, he started turf wars to quench his bloodlust.

Everyone in Gotham knew who was top of the pile. It didn't stop people trying to take his throne.

Since his meagre beginnings doing mafia dirty work before he started out on his own, Joker had had a list of people trying to kill him and they had nearly succeeded a couple times before they met a grizzly fate. He had grown his empire from prison, asylum and club. He had done it mostly alone when his head had allowed and when he wasn't in the mood for business, he drummed up respect and fear until all he wanted to do was scare off small fish. He didn't care about cash, he couldn't give a damn about being rich. Money was just a means to an end and enabled him to buy status symbols such as his car, the decoration in the club, his clothing, personalised weaponry, Joker toxin and so much more. Things had been easy before Harley, clean cut and no grey area. People followed him and him alone. The Bat was only interested in him.

The Batman. That old chestnut.

"Frost, I need you to stock up on toxin, the usual paraphernalia," Joker said quietly. "All the old favourites. I've got a rodent problem and I need to remind him of the stakes. Nothing changes because of the child. We will teach the Bat, his pathetic kiddie followers and the entire city that I am still to be feared even though the child exists. If we have to break a few wings to do it, I don't care."

"Yes, sir," Jonny nodded.

"Bats thinks this game is bigger, he thinks I've lost my last thread," Joker laughed. "Once we're out of this shithole, it's time to remind him of who is the most important here. After all, he's still my number one fan."

"I'll get everything together," Frost nodded.

"Oh and one last thing," Joker said. "Find the Quinzel's, if there's any left of them. It's time to make sure Harley doesn't get any ideas about a happy family. Get me addresses, I need to make sure that daddy Quinzel doesn't come knocking for any reason."

"Sir?"

"Just do it and stop questioning everything I say, goddammit!" Joker snapped. "Go."

He watched Frost move away and his eyes then turned to Harley's empty cell. She was still with the doctor and that made Joker flinch a little. He was furious that Harley had allowed Drake to kiss her, but he knew that it had had to happen. Didn't mean he liked it. Hell, he hated anyone else even looking at her, he'd made that damn clear to her and everyone around her. His name was written all over her body and she had breached that to seal a deal. At least it hadn't gotten further. He'd claimed her with a single word when she'd been a doctor. The rest of it had been for physical relief and to keep her in line. He wasn't ashamed to admit he'd enjoyed bending her over her desk and taking what he owned, he'd found basic instinctual pleasure in Harleen Quinzel's body. He'd encouraged and entertained the madness behind her eyes and revelled in the spark of insanity there.

So to watch Harley spin someone else as effectively as she had, Joker was halfway proud and halfway furious that she be almost as good as him. His only criticism would've been the amount of time it had taken, but he knew they'd been playing a long game anyway. It had been torture watching Harley grow in such a way from such a distance. Yes they'd had night visits, but it wasn't the same as working with her. It had also been torture to watch her grow round with his child and not be able to watch her every single move. But he wouldn't have been able to do that if she'd stayed at home whilst he was here, so he didn't dwell.

Ah the baby, his son, his heir. If only this one was the true heir of Gotham, that name would belong to their lost twins until this boy proved that he was worthy of their title. At least he did have an heir. It was something he hadn't considered until Harley had told him that she was pregnant the first time. It wasn't something he'd ever concerned himself about. He guessed it had been a bit naïve to assume two dips in acid would've rendered him sterile and the amount of sex he and Harley had would've been enough for that one in a million chance to come true. The twins had confused him and brought out a protective side that he'd long hoped had died with his first encounter with Bats and acid. He didn't nurture or protect, he destroyed and killed. But something had happened with the twins and it had been very instinctual. Nothing about that had changed with this baby.

Joker looked up as he saw Harley being walked back and he tilted his head. She had tears streaming down her face. He was furious. No one made Harley cry except for him. He saw Samantha Drake and he clenched his fists.

"What have you done to her?" Joker snarled.

"Mr Joker-"

"Tell me!" Joker roared. Samantha ignored him and took Harley into her cell. She took the handcuffs off and she squeezed Harley's shoulder.

"It's going to be okay, Harley, I promise," Sam said. Harley took herself wordlessly to her bed and she sat on the edge, her arms wrapped around her belly. Waller had put the fear of god into her and she wasn't sure how to cope with it.

"What the hell has happened?" Joker growled. "Or so help me, I will tear you limb from limb."

"Alright, enough of that," Samantha snapped. "You're not in control of her life anymore, Joker, she's doing really well and Harleen isn't interested in you being a part of her life anymore. But if you must know, Waller arrived and upset her. She might be in a state of flux right now, she stopped responding after she told me that Waller is evil."

"Evil is one word," Joker muttered. "If you really think I'm not a part of her life any more, you're as deluded as she was in your position. Let me go to her."

"No chance, I'm not stupid," Samantha laughed.

"That is entirely debateable," Joker cackled before he slammed his fists against the glass of his cell. "You need to remember that you aren't important, you are just a pawn in our games and you're not going to survive it. If she doesn't kill you, I will and you won't like what I do, I'm going to take my damn time."

"You don't scare me," Sam smirked.

"Really? Have you not seen what I've done to Harley?" Joker said and looked at his pregnant wife. Sam followed his gaze and she saw the woman stroking her belly, tears still running down her cheeks. The Doctor felt so attached and drawn to Harley that she almost went straight over to her, but she knew she couldn't outside of the safety of the session rooms.

"Harley, I'll be back to check on you in a bit, okay?" She didn't get a response and she walked away after a minute. Joker watched as Harley looked at him and she smiled weakly.

"What the hell happened, Harley?" Joker asked again, this time a bit calmer.

"Waller's going to try and take our baby," Harley mumbled. "She wants to take him and… she won't do, will she puddin'? She won't get him?"

"No, she won't princess," Joker told her. "The only one walking away with our baby is us. I promise, Harls. No one but us."

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Weeks passed and Waller wasn't seen again, she'd left on that terrifying note and Harley was left having trouble on how to keep her hold on Samantha whilst she was so concerned about her baby's future. She managed to play it all off as worry and Sam stayed on side, but Harley was desperate to hide her thoughts from all of them. Her sessions had been scaled back, her time with Ivy increased and she was generally given a much more relaxed schedule as her levels of exhaustion changed daily.

Joker stayed with her all night every night, talking and explaining his plans to as much as he wanted her to know. He didn't care that she was worrying, he cared that she was so exhausted that she'd cry herself to sleep. This wasn't the beautiful end to her pregnancy that Joker had dreamt of, this was a woman desperate to keep her child and for once, Joker was furious with the concept of a child being taken from its mother. This was his woman, his baby and no one was about to take either of them from him.

Batman had visited both of them again but neither of them had spoken a single word to the bane of their lives. Harley hadn't even looked up from her focus point on the desk when she'd been sat with the Bat, she had ignored him and just sat with the voices in her head. Joker had just smiled and watched as the Batman grew frustrated and annoyed. He'd laughed loudly as the Dork Knight strode out of the room empty handed and he continued to laugh as he was dragged to his cell.

Harley was just a week from her due date and she was incredibly uncomfortable now. She was done with pregnancy and just wanted her baby safely in her arms. She was more than ready to have her family and her body was starting to agree. She wanted out of Arkham and back to the comfort and safety of her own bed and their apartment above the club.

Sam's world had fallen apart piece by piece and more and more she could see how the world was against Harley. She could see the injustice for Harley to be targeted when so many people made money out of misery. It incensed her and she'd written a list of people that she didn't want to meet because she felt they were as bad, if not worse, than Joker. She'd begun shop lifting and she drank a bottle of wine every night to numb the endless pain. She'd bought baby clothes, diapers and all sorts of things that Harley would need once she was out of Arkham, she kept it all in her car so it was ready for when the moment arrived.

Harley's sessions were now just there to taunt Sam and to plan the doctor's demise and she struggled to contain herself that the good doctor was just plotting her own death.

"I will need your card pass, a phone, a car, a pack of cards, a rubber chicken and one hell of a distraction," Harley grinned. "Oh and a knife, sharp as you can get."

"I'd ask what you're going to do with it all, but I know you won't tell me," Sam chuckled and shook her head as she wrote down Harley's list. "I did get you something, just a little gift. The rest of the things are in my car, waiting for you."

"Oooh, what ya get me, Sammie?" Harley chuckled excitedly. She watched as Sam pulled out a small carrier bag and she handed it to Harley.

"Wait until we're back at you're cell before you open it," Sam smiled. After ten more minutes, Sam took Harley back to her cell and she stayed in the room whilst Harley opened her gift. The bleached Queen of Gotham opened the bag and looked inside. She saw something small and furry and she couldn't help but grin.

"It's nothing special, just… a gift."

"A toy Hyena," Harley said and she lifted it out of the bag.

"Doc-tor Quinzel, y'know I live for these moments with you, what you got?"

"I got you a kitty."

"So thoughtful."

"Come here and take this stupid thing off."

"There's guards outside, I can't risk it, Mistah J."

"Kiss me then. Be a good girl and do the hard work for daddy."

"What if we get caught?"

"You weren't worried about getting caught yesterday."

"I know how much you've missed your boys and I thought it would be a nice toy for the baby as he grows up," Sam said, her smile not fading.

"It's…. perfect," Harley laughed loudly.

Harley couldn't stop laughing.

Not even when her waters broke.

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Dun dun DUUUUUN!

Talk about a cliff hanger, right?!

Shortest chapter in the story, this one haha! Well done for getting two chapters in a day out of me, now lets see how long it takes us to hit 80...