A/N: You guys! You've gotten 3 chapters out of me in 24 hours! Congratulations to you all haha! Each and every single review means so so much, thank you all for them. I really didn't think we'd get to this point at the start of this story, Chapter 12 or 83 reviews, you've given me a much needed boost :)

Stop blabbering, UDPS, enough gooey-ness. On with the story, in which we finally meet the Prince of Gotham and there's an unlikely friend waiting on the sidelines...

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Chapter 12 – Little Arrival

Harley growled as she was handcuffed to the hospital bed she'd just been helped onto and she pulled her wrists against the metal cuffs. She wasn't going to give birth in restraints, especially when all of them knew she had a long way to go before the baby was here. She looked around, trying to figure out who was theirs and who was actual Arkham staff. She'd called the guards when contractions had become too painful for her to conceal from wandering guards. She was good with pain and most didn't even register in her mind, so for her to be feeling like it was getting too much, meant she was definitely further along that she had realised. She'd been too busy with Samantha and too consumed in her project to notice anything.

"You know that you're going to have to take the cuffs off," Harley hissed as a contraction passed through her. "This is already too painful on my back, I need to move."

"Dr Quinzel, if you require pain relief-"

"Oh hell no," Harley chuckled. "I know Waller wants to take my baby, I'm not having anything that will stop me protecting him. Get Joker here too."

"Harleen, there is no way the Joker is coming to see this," Jeremiah Arkham told her.

"He is the baby's father, he has a right-"

"He has no rights," Jeremiah said with a frown.

"I wasn't going to do this, but I'm going to have to," Harley growled. She looked around the room at the guys she knew were henchmen and giggled through another contraction as they pulled guns from their holsters and took aim at the midwife, nurses and Arkham himself.

"Harleen-"

"Do not push me, Arkham," Harley said with a grin. "Get Joker in here, right now." She watched Jeremiah fumble with his phone and she listened as he made a phone call to Aaron Cash and then he threw his phone down on the desk.

"Good, well done, Jerry, boys don't shoot until the boss says so, okay?" Harley told the henchmen and they all gave a slight nod. "Good. Right, I don't want to have to do anything stupid, I just want my baby born safely and no one is taking him away from me, okay?"

"No, Harley," Jeremiah said through gritted teeth as realisation dawned on him. They'd been played and he wasn't happy. He pressed a button on his pager to alert Waller and he hoped that she'd come with some kind of contingency for this. Waller was a pessimist, she definitely would have a plan for this. He hoped.

"Good, I didn't want to do this Jerry," Harley told him and held a straight face for a few seconds before she started to laugh. "I did, but maybe not whilst I was giving birth. Now can we please focus on making sure my baby comes nice and safely. Cos these contractions are getting mighty sore. Undo these damn cuffs."

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Joker was pacing his cell in agony as he wondered what was happening with Harley and the baby. She'd been gone a couple of hours now and he just wasn't happy not being there. His child was on its way after all, he should be there, he should be with her to make sure she didn't screw it up. He saw Jonny Frost, Aaron Cash and a few others running his way and he perked up.

"Come on boys, get me to Harley," Joker laughed.

"You're staying restrained," Cash snarled.

"You hope," Joker smirked and let Frost snap on cuffs, leg restraints and a muzzle. He wasn't a dog and it offended him that Cash thought he was that primitive and unrefined that he'd use biting as a means of distraction. But then he remembered biting off a guard's ear last time he'd been in Arkham so he figured it was probably justified in Cash's mind. As they led him through the asylum, he noticed that Ivy wasn't in her cell and he frowned. Where was the weed?

He heard cheers from the other inmates and he couldn't help the grin beneath the muzzle. Everyone knew that a new life for Gotham's rotten criminal underbelly was finally here and even his enemies were more than happy for new opportunities and fresh meaning. Joker's son would definitely spice things up for all for the city.

Joker revelled in the attention the criminals and crazies gave him as they headed to the medical centre and it became quite obvious to him, that they'd have one hell of a riot on their hands if things went wrong.

"Frost, whatever happens, stay with Harley," Joker said lowly as Cash went ahead to open a door. "If things go wrong, keep yourself alive and then stick with her like the only orderly that would dare restrain her."

"Of course boss," Frost replied quietly.

He heard a pained scream from Harley as they entered the building and he took a very sick pride in knowing that this pain wouldn't have been possible for her without him. He had caused her this agony and after months of not hurting her, this felt like relief.

When he saw her though, it felt very different.

Harley was hand cuffed, unable to help herself and had a couple of midwives and doctors poking and prodding around her as she shouted her way through contractions. She had sweat running down her face, in her hair and sweat patches on her gown from her struggle. He felt Frost undo the handcuffs and he ripped the muzzle from his face. Joker stood and watched Harley for a few seconds before he ordered Frost to remove Harley's handcuffs too.

"As much as I like you tied up to a bed, princess, I don't think knows a good time," Joker said slowly, enjoying the sickened expressions from around the room. He saw Samantha Drake move to hold Harley's now free hand and he took the other. The doctor just didn't get it, at least Harley had still had some small amount of intelligence left over as Harleen.

"If you think you're getting near me after this, you're wrong," Harley growled and damn near broke his hand as she tried to fight the urge to push.

"You can't push yet, Miss Quinn," the midwife told her. "You're not fully dilated, still a bit to go."

"I'm trying," Harley growled and leaned back against the pillows again.

Time turned into a blur as he waited and watched as everything moved ridiculously slowly. But once she was ready to push, it took even longer. It seemed his son wasn't all that happy about being born. Harley struggled and strained as she tried to expel her unborn child, she screamed in agony as contraction after contraction came and every time she pushed her pain got worse. She held Joker's hand and even with his presence, she just couldn't do it, she was being beaten by her body's femininity and it would've angered her if she hadn't been so worried for her baby.

"Come on, Harley," Sam said encouragingly and quickly checked her pulse. Harley felt something cold being pressed against her lips and she jumped before she realised that Sam was trying to give her an ice chip.

"Stop, just, stop," Harley growled.

"Only the midwife stays," Joker said, understanding what she wanted. "The rest of you out. Frost!" Jonny nodded and signalled the henchmen to move the doctors and guards out of the ward. Joker turned and gipped Harley's jaw with his hand.

"Puddin'-"

"Get it done, Harley," Joker interrupted quietly. "We've done so much worse than this. We've hurt more than this. You've done it before, you can do it again."

"But they-"

"Damn it, Harls, do not make me try and be soppy and inspirational, it won't work and I'll just have to kill half the asylum to feel normal," Joker told her. Harley looked into his eyes and she touched his cheek before he kissed her. She tore her mouth away with a cry of pain and she pushed as hard as she could.

"That's it, Miss Quinn, there we go, he's finally moving," the midwife said encouragingly.

"Lazy like his father," Harley snarled and her fingers tore into the mattress.

"Stubborn like his mother more like," Joker muttered. If they hadn't have been Joker and Harley, the midwife would've said they were a cute couple, but she knew her life depended on getting this baby safely into the world and making sure nothing happened to Harley.

"That's it, now try not to push so hard for a little bit, his head is almost out," the midwife told them both. "Mr Joker, Sir? Do you want to hold him?"

"Go, puddin'," Harley urged and pushed Joker away from her. He walked, almost awkwardly, towards the end of the bed and Harley had to try not to laugh. He looked quite entertaining from her perspective and had she not been so preoccupied, she would've taunted him mercilessly.

The Clown Prince of Crime held a steely gaze with the midwife and he looked between Harley's legs and time stood still as he saw the baby crowning. He moved a hand to support the baby's head as he slowly slipped from his mother and he couldn't hear anything but his own heartbeat and his own voice shouting and chattering at a million to one. Eventually he had his son's head in his hands and he really didn't notice anything else at all.

"Holy cheesus," Harley shouted and her head slammed back against the pathetic pillow on the bed.

"It's his shoulders, its okay," the midwife told her. "Almost done, Harley, almost there. Good girl, well done, just a little bit more and you're done." She gave one last push and the tiny body plopped into Joker's hands. Harley collapsed back into the bed with a groan and she paused for a few seconds as she gathered her breath before she looked to see Joker staring at the creature in his hands.

The child took a deep breath, but didn't cry. He just stared at his father. The midwife carefully cleared the baby's airways, clipped the cord and she stepped away at the Joker's growl. He was lost in the body in his hands and he felt insanely protective and possessive. He didn't want anyone else to touch the boy, he didn't want anyone else to be there, not even Harley.

"Is he okay?" Harley asked. "Joker? Is he okay? Why isn't he crying?"

"He's more than okay," Joker answered after a few seconds. "He's perfect." He took the child to Harley and he saw a monster had been born in her eyes. She held her hands out and he felt instant anger. How dare she want to take his son from him, how dare she want to live for another being.

"Please," Harley said hoarsely. He wrestled with himself and put the child into Harley's embrace. She immediately laid the baby on her chest, under her chin and she peppered his head in kisses. Something primal and instinctive came out in her and she knew that Joker had seen it too. They'd come to blows over this child, they'd fight like Lions over him. She wasn't going to let Joker, or anyone take her baby from her.

"He's… he's finally here," Harley whispered and she closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath of her son's new-born scent. "Hello cupcake, aren't you just the best thing ever?" Her maternal instincts were well and truly kicked in and her body was there too, she'd wanted this so long and she couldn't remember the time where she'd sworn she would never have children. She felt his face rooting around her skin and without a seconds thought, she undid the side of her gown and positioned her baby and started to feed him. There wasn't a hesitation, there wasn't a doubt and it would eventually scare her how natural and easy she had taken to this new role.

Harley held her sons hand in her thumb and index finger, his skin wasn't as pale as hers, but he indeed had much lighter skin than most babies. His eyes were piercing blue and he had a small smattering of blonde wispy hair. He was absolutely perfect, in her eyes and she couldn't look away from him. She didn't know how to put into words how she felt or if she even wanted to. She saw the Joker's fingers stroke the boy's leg and she felt the dual urge to kiss her husband and to smack his hand away and make him leave her baby alone.

All she understood was Joker was the biggest threat to their baby. All Joker knew was that Harley was the only one that could destroy him now and neither of them were happy with their new perspectives.

"We need to weigh and clean him," the Midwife said nervously from her place at the end of the bed.

"My son wants fed," Harley said lowly.

"Harley-"

"My son gets what he wants," Joker snarled and rounded on the woman.

"Yes sir," the midwife nodded and turned to write down a few notes. Joker turned to watch as the child sucked at his mother's breast and he felt irrational jealousy. He'd have to make sure the baby was on a bottle, he couldn't take that only Harley could have this kind of relationship. Until the boy could eat food, Harley would be the important one and Joker couldn't live with that. He heard the door open and turned to see who had the audacity to interrupt these precious first moments.

It was only Sam.

"Has she passed the afterbirth yet?" Sam asked the midwife who shook her head and Sam moved towards Harley and Joker. "Congratulations, both of you." She felt very uncomfortable and in danger right now. She was in the presence of the Clown's in their rawest state and she knew she'd be lucky to walk away.

"Why are you here?" Joker snarled.

"I wanted to check that momma and baby were okay," Sam said gently. "I'm not a threat, Sir, I'm… I'm on Harley's side."

"Aren't you just," Joker chuckled. Harley didn't look at either of them, she was too absorbed in her baby to care about Joker's posturing and ego-inflation. She smiled when the baby stopped feeding and she covered herself up again. She lifted him to her shoulder and she gently rubbed and patted his back until he burped a little. She pressed another kiss to his head and cradled him against her.

"He's got chaos in his eyes," Harley whispered.

"Good," Joker nodded. "He's a stunner." He took the baby out of Harley's arms and she fought the urge to rip him to pieces for it. Joker stayed beside her and held the baby in his hands again. He studied his child and dedicated this image to his mind, he watched as his boys blue eyes darted around at his blurry giant world and he chuckled.

"Puddin', I need him back," Harley said softly.

"Soon enough, Princess," Joker replied coldly.

"No, now," Harley growled and the look she got from the Clown King should've made her fear for her life. She just stared right back, daring him to do something about it and it wasn't until the baby whimpered that either of them backed down.

"Aww, my boy," Joker purred. "You'll learn to stop that crying, it won't work on me. Crying is weakness."

"Crying means he wants me, not you," Harley said through gritted teeth.

"And your mommy needs to remember her place," Joker laughed. "She's gotten all high and mighty, thinks that she steers this ship. So dada is gonna have to remind her of a few of the rules when we get home."

"You hit me ever again and you will never see him again," Harley snarled. His reaction was instant and thoughtless, his anger overflowed and he grabbed her by the throat, cutting off her air supply. Sam darted forward but a look from Harley stopped her.

"You threaten me with my son, Harley Quinn, and I swear I will destroy you," Joker snarled and Harley believed every word. "Do you understand?" She nodded but the fire didn't die from her eyes. Joker relinquished the child before another argument broke out and he stood possessively and protectively beside his Queen. He wasn't going to stand for her behaviour.

"Harley, he really needs to be cleaned, measured and processed," Sam said gently. "I won't let go of him. I promise. He's had a little feed so he's likely to just sleep, I'll be two minutes maximum."

"I'm coming with him," Harley told her.

"Harley, you just had a baby, you aren't in any shape to be walking around corridors," Samantha smiled. "I will be next door and two minutes."

There was a long silence before Harley gave Sam the boy. She was furious and she could feel the Joker getting angry again as Sam slowly moved away. She noticed Sam left the door open and knew she would at least hear if her baby was in distress. The Joker couldn't take it and he marched straight in after his son. He saw a room full of people that he didn't want to see at all and in the midst of it all was Samantha Drake, holding onto his child as a doctor tried to pry him from her hands.

"Joker," Amanda Waller grinned. He saw Arkham, Sharpe, Cash and Flag all there as well. A number of his henchmen arrested but somehow there was no Jonny Frost. At least he had followed orders.

"Give me my son," Joker snarled and even Rick looked uncomfortable at that.

"No chance," Waller laughed. "Hit him."

"I need assistance in here," the midwife still with Harley shouted through. "She's bleeding heavily!" two doctors dashed passed the clown and he went to take his baby. He didn't get far as Cash and Flag stepped up to restrain him and Joker landed the first punch. He may not have been as muscular as Flag, but he was powerful and agile like a cat.

"Get off me!" Joker growled as the two men did their absolute best to get a hold on him.

"Puddin'-"

"Shut up," Joker snapped.

"You should listen to her, Joker," Waller laughed. In a fit of utter rage, Joker punched Waller in the jaw, which knocked her to the ground and he flew at Flag. Joker punched and throttled Flag and whilst Joker could take two guys at once, he wasn't thinking, he was just angry and striking whenever he could get a clear blow. Months of pent up fury, hatred and frustration exploded but it wasn't as satisfying as he had hoped it would be. More burly orderlies and guards mobbed him and he was eventually over-powered. He was a furious lion protecting his pride. Eventually he was shoved against the wall and Waller dug something sharp into his neck. He felt his limbs grow heavy but he fought it anyway.

"Puddin'!" Harley shouted.

"You'll die, Waller, and it won't be me that kills ya," Joker laughed loudly.

"You wanna bet?" Amanda laughed and wiped blood from her cut lip. "We're taking your power away from you, once and for all, Joker." He watched as she walked away and he tried to struggle through the sedative and get free of Flag and Cash.

"I've been waitin' a long time for this, Joker," Cash laughed and let the clown crumple to the floor as the drug kicked in. Joker kept his eyes on Sam and his son as he lost his battle against whatever drug it was that Amanda had given him.

There was an explosion and masked Joker goons piled into the room and started fighting and trying to grab the Joker out of the middle of the brawl. They were outnumbered by Flag's soldiers and whilst the fight was violent, it wouldn't last long.

"Flag, take the child," Amanda barked in the middle of the confusion. "Arkham, I trust you can hide Drake?"

"No, you're not taking this baby!" Sam shouted as Flag approached.

"Yeah we can," Arkham nodded.

"Jeremiah!" Sam pleaded. "We cannot take her baby!"

"It's for the best for the boy, Sam, don't make this harder than it needs to be." They both stopped talking as Sam tried to keep a hold of the baby without hurting him, but everyone knew that she wasn't about to hurt the child in order to keep him. She saw the look in Flag's eyes and she nodded her head a little before she carefully moved the upset child to him.

"Come on, little dude, we're going on a trip," Flag said quietly. "I'm sorry, but I promise it's a better life this way." The baby was cleaned, dressed and put into a carrier with a little blanket over him. He managed to scribble a few words onto a piece of paper without anyone noticing and put it inside the blue cotton blanket, the soldier gave Sam the blanket and she understood to give it to Harley. Flag lifted the carrier and walked out of Arkham Asylum, he knew Harley and Joker would come looking and he wasn't going to stop them. If he could leave them any kind of clue, he would. It was one thing deploying psychotic criminals, it was another kidnapping a new born child.

One of the orderlies thumped Sam in the head and she dropped to the floor unconscious. Eventually the Joker's goons were overpowered and arrested, the Clown himself was scraped up off the floor and Cash took him back to his cell. Frost picked up the blanket and put it on the hospital bed next to Harley.

"She's had the sedative, the bleeding's stopping," the doctor said quietly. "You need to move her now or she's going to wake up furious and broken and you won't contain her."

"Come on, let's move her, solitary confinement," Arkham said quietly. "Let's get this done." He clicked his fingers and three orderlies moved to the other room and started to move the bed. Jonny Frost was pushing from the head of Harley's bed and he knew that the minute she woke up, all hell would break loose.

"It's gonna be okay, Harley," Jonny said quietly. "We'll get him back."

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A/N: It should've been happy and easy. But it's Joker and Harley. It's never happy or easy. Plus I'm slightly evil, so...

I won't ask for 90 reviews (although it'd be beautiful to see haha) as I've now caught up with myself (these three chapters would've last you guys a week and a half!) and the next chapter is particularly difficult to write for a number of reasons. But I will update and post as soon as I'm happy with it.

Thank you all so much for your support, love all of you!