A/N: Right guys, here we go. Joker and Amanda Waller, you know what's going on in here so please consider yourself warned. M rated for many reasons.

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Chapter 16 – Little Intervention

Amanda Waller held her gun steady as the Joker just grinned at her. Her brain was calm, she wasn't panicking. If she was going to die, at least it was by this psychopath and not old age. She'd go down in history. She would take him with her and end the Clown's reign. She wasn't worried about dying. She had nothing left to live for. Her family had been taken from her by people like Joker and Harley, she'd worked hard to get where she was, that didn't mean she was afraid of death.

She watched with no waver of confidence as the Joker pressed his forehead to the barrel. His green blue eyes glinted as his smile just became broader. He flourished his hands around the gun and swayed his hips from side to side. He was like a snake.

"Come on then, Mandy," Joker taunted. "Do it. If you were going to do it, you would've done it by now. Pull the trigger. Go on. Do it. Just shoot me." He let out a loud cackle and back handed Amanda hard. She stumbled backwards and he took the opportunity to snatch the gun from her hand and he emptied it into the floor, bar one bullet.

"I'm used to women pointing guns at me, happens more than I care to admit to," Joker laughed. "But you…" he raised his brows. "You are feisty, I'll give you that. That's the second time you've tried to kill me. If an exploding helicopter didn't do it, did you really think your gun would do it too?"

Amanda moved fast and went to get her Taser from her pocket, but Joker kicked her gut and when she hit the floor, he stamped his foot onto her wrist.

"Ah-ah-ah," he cooed. "No cheating now, Mandy. You don't get to take the upper hand. You took my son. You took my son right after he'd had his first taste of life, his first suck of milk and love of his mother."

"I know you've got him."

"Of course you do, you've been watching this whole sad sorry show from the safety of your office," Joker grinned. "You've watched your people taken down like toy soldiers. All because you decided to take my son from Harley. You know you interrupted a very good break out plan, right? A personal favourite of mine."

"Drake told me all about it," Amanda grunted as his foot stamped on her wrist again. "She told me everything that happened in Belle Reve."

"Ah, did she," Joker smirked. "She told you everything? Go on then, entertain me, what did dear Drake-y say that could possibly of any interest?"

"She told me about your lost twins and how-" Joker moved fast as lightning and he pinned Waller down with his bloodied razor against her throat. He pressed it so the blade just cut her skin and the smallest trail of blood appeared.

"Shhhhh," Joker said and put his hand against Waller's jaw to make her look at him. "I wouldn't talk about things that you learned from the Batman, Mandy, you know he tells lies to make himself look like the good guy. When all he is, is a maniac in a cape who throws himself off buildings every night."

"Kill me then," Waller smirked. "I know its killing you not knowing what Sam's told me."

"Oh I'm not gonna kill ya," Joker grinned, his grill glinted in the low light of the office. "I'm gonna put you to the brink, I'm going to make you beg to die and when the light is just about fading, I'm going to drag you back to the land of the living. You imprisoned my Harley, you let the monsters here torture her, you shipped her out to Midway to fight your own war, stuffed my pretty little bird back in her cage and clipped her wings and finally you took our child from us. You messed with the wrong people, Waller."

"She told me that you love the Batman more than you love Harley."

"That's no great secret," Joker laughed. "And I don't love Harley. I enjoy the things she offers me. Especially when she's tied up and shaking in agony. Oooh, sorry, was that too much information for you?" He slid the blade down her throat, drawing a second line from her chin to her clavicle. It wasn't deep, it just broke the surface, but Amanda could feel the sting of air and the drips of blood.

"Come on, Mandy, gimme something good to spill your blood over."

"I know that Harley and Sam kissed and made out like teenagers during their sessions," Amanda muttered and watched as Joker stalled for a second. "I know that Harley initiated it. I watched the tapes." Joker slicked the razor into the muscle around her collarbone. He watched as she tried not to show pain, but the flicker in her eyes and clench of her jaw told him another story. He dug down deeper and the woman finally gasped and her eyes closed tightly.

"Almost good enough," Joker snarled as blood spread on Waller's shirt.

"I know Harley wanted to run away with Poison Ivy," Amanda grunted. "I know about how you almost killed her for taking cocaine."

"Try harder," Joker snarled.

"I know where the twins are-" Joker lashed out and punched her in the jaw. He jumped to his feet and he pulled Amanda to hers.

"Come on, you're big enough and brave enough to take a baby from me, fight for your life, Waller. You're all courageous and smart enough to fool me into letting you have my son, prove it to me. Come on! Come on! What did Sammie Drake tell you that you have put her into hiding? Or do I have to slice you into ribbons before that happens?"

"Harleen Quinzel wasn't loyal to you and the twins weren't the only ones she lost."

"Sorry, not buying it, there were an awful lot of lies that Harley told dear old Dr Drake," Joker laughed and backhanded Amanda hard. "Why wasn't the Batman at my son's birth?"

"We didn't want-"

"He should've been there to see my legacy take its first breath!" Joker chuckled. "You denied us even that tiny privilege, you denied us the opportunity for our son to meet his enemy."

"The Bat would've stopped both of us, he would've taken the child and then he would've disappeared entirely," Amanda gasped. "At least if I had the kid, I had leverage over you and Harley."

"You were going to use the boy to break Harleen out," Joker cackled and kicked her back to the floor.

"Flag!" Amanda yelled into her ear piece after she hit the ground, but she was greeted by just static and the creaking dragged out noise of the Joker reaching the crescendo of his laugh. It sent shivers through her and she hobbled back to her feet and grabbed another gun from the desk drawer.

"What have you done to Flag?"

"He's with his little piece female interest and my Queen," Joker purred and walked confidently towards her once more. "They're waiting to get out of here. He didn't much like having my boy around. Turns out he cries too much for you pathetic wastes of skin." He ran his index finger up and down the side of the Glock Pistol Amanda was holding. He looked at the weapon and then produced his own gun. He rolled his head on his shoulders with a groan and he ran the tip of his tongue over his grills.

"Now this is a weapon," Joker grinned. "I know this gun like I know Harley, inside and out. I know just the right pressure it requires, there's no guessing. I know its recoil, I know how fast it's reloaded and I know every aspect of it. It's well used but maintained correctly for optimal performance." He fired a shot into Amanda's foot and she went to take a shot at his head, but he ducked it easily with a short barking laugh.

"And what was that meant to do?" the clown asked.

"I'm gonna do what the Bat can't bring himself to do," Amanda growled through the pain. She put her foot on the floor and felt dizzy and sick with the agony that pulsed and screamed in her brain.

"Do it, Waller, do it."

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Harley sat nervously in the back of the van with her baby. She cradled him against her and her instincts to mother him were extreme. She was in love with the infant and it was so pure and strong that it was impossible to ignore it. But at the same time, her puddin' wasn't back and his twenty minutes were almost up. Frost, being the genius that he was, had brought some formula and hot water so Harley could feed the boy. Her instincts were screaming at her not to do it, but the hunger on her sons face was enough to convince her otherwise. She settled him quite quickly as he drank hungrily and she bit her lip as she watched him.

"You're good with the kid," Deadshot commented. "I couldn't even get Zoe to look at one of them."

"He's my baby, I know what I'm doin'," Harley said coldly.

"I didn't say you didn't- You're as touchy as the Clown."

"Yeah, cos the last time I didn't defend him, he was taken from me," Harley said lowly.

"No one's goin' to take him, darl'," Boomer said slowly.

"I thought that before," Harley mumbled. "I couldn't break into Belle Reve and not get you guys out, I know what she's done to us, it doesn't mean I trust you with my baby and I won't pretend that I do."

"Hey, Harley, calm down," Deadshot replied with a frown. "You've been through shit the last few weeks, we get it. But it ain't our fault. Just chill." Silence fell across them all and Harley just focused on her baby until Frost started the van. She looked out the back of the vehicle and panicked, where was Joker? Where was her puddin'?

"You move this van, Frost, and I will kill you!" Harley said angrily.

"It's been twenty minutes."

"I am not leaving him!"

"You are, do you have any idea what he will do to me if you do not go home with the baby?" Frost demanded and looked over his shoulder. "Do you have any idea what he will do to you if you go out there again?"

"Do you have any idea what I'll do to you if he's dead?" Harley snarled. "You saw what we did to Griggs, do you want me to do the same to you? Cos it'd be so damned easy."

"I wondered where that piece of shit had gotten to," Deadshot smirked. "You and Joker got him?"

"Drained him like a cow at slaughter," Harley grinned darkly. "I think Mistah J still has the video somewhere."

"You filmed it?" Boomerang chuckled.

"Oh yeah," Harley giggled. "Relive the glory. Relive the celebration afterwards."

"You're a nasty piece of ass, Harley," Deadshot said with a shake of his head. "I do not wanna know what happened."

"I do-"

"Boomer!" Flag, Deadshot, June and KC all yelled.

"I'm goin'," Harley said quickly. She kissed her baby's head and she passed him to Frost. The man was bewildered for long enough for Harley to grab her bat and jump out of the back of the van.

"Harley!" Deadshot shouted and went after her. She raced across the swampland, slipping and tripping occasionally, but was otherwise quite sure-footed in her boots and leather. They got back into the prison but they were greeted by a string of armed men. Harley thought quickly, but Deadshot acted first. He used his wrist magnums and put holes in each of them, clearing the way for Harley to get moving again. He watched in amazement as she suddenly leapt upwards at a staircase, grabbed the rail and pulled her body over it, cutting out half the steps. She was still ridiculously athletic despite everything, but he did wonder just how long it would be before she felt the effects. She grabbed her bat and knocked another guard out, adding to the amount of dead or unconscious bodies in the prison. She felt a bit safer in the knowledge that Batman probably wasn't going to turn up here. Louisiana was a long way from Gotham.

"Harley, wait!" Deadshot called.

"Nah uh, Floyd-y!" She saw two more guards and laughed loudly. She carried on running but at the last minute she put her hands on the floor and catapulted herself at one of them. Her thighs around his neck as she pushed him to the ground. Whilst that guard was dazed, she cracked her bat around the other guy's skull, showering herself in droplets of blood. She pulled her gun and aimed at the poor guy that was still being strangled by her knees. She grinned at him and squeezed the trigger. She laughed as more blood splattered around them and she jumped to her feet before taking off again.

A few more very short fights later, they got to the office and Harley wrenched the door open. What she saw, sickened Harleen, but it made Harley's heart beat faster and her mind swam in the image before her.

"Ho shit," Deadshot hissed.

"I told you to go," Joker growled.

"Puddin', I couldn't…" Harley said softly. "I would've missed this."

She walked from the doorway and towards the shape of a bound Amanda Waller. She was tied to the chair, covered in her own blood, but somehow still alive. Harley unconsciously bit her lip and ran her hand over Amanda's shoulders and dug her fingers into some of the gashes Joker had made there. It made Amanda cry out in agony and Harley squealed.

"It's beautiful, Mistah J," Harley gasped and turned to face him.

"I told you to go," Joker snarled and grabbed her throat. He put her against the wall with a bang and Harley gripped at his arm.

"Harder, daddy," Harley choked out. He faltered for a second before he crushed his mouth against hers. His lithe body pressed against hers and his free hand tangled in her hair. Harley's fingers moved to pull at his coat and eventually her hands found his bare chest. The growls and purrs that came from him only made her want him more, but that little voice in her mind kept telling her they couldn't. Not yet.

"Why do this to me when you know daddy can't have fun with his princess?" Joker rumbled into her mouth. He didn't let her reply and pressed his growing hardness against her abdomen. Harley giggled and he finally moved away. He ran his hand through his hair and in a fit of rage and arousal, he thrust his razor at Harley.

"Show Waller what my Princess can do," he told her and Harley approached carefully. Her breath was short but heavy and her eyes dark. Her core throbbed and the image of her Joker, with this razor in his hand, carving at Waller like a turkey just made it worse.

"This is for letting Griggs attack me," Harley said lowly and she carved a diamond into Waller's neck. The blood trickled thickly down the woman's skin and Harley revelled in the power she had. She then took the razor to Amanda's forehead and she wrote bitch with the blade. Oh what she would've given for their tattoo gun right then.

"We are gonna let her die, aren't we puddin'?" Harley asked, her voice raspy.

"Oh honey, no," Joker grinned. "Mandy's agreed a few deals in order to save her life."

"But she needs to die," Harley snapped and turned to face the clown, fury on her face and the razor pointed his way. "She has to die."

"And how long do you think we would be free after we killed her? Hmm?" Joker asked. He watched as she put the point of the blade against his chest. "And what are you going to do with that, pumpkin?"

"At least she would be dead!" She held his gaze and her anger rushed around her body like a tidal wave. "She wouldn't be there to take me away from you and our baby, she wouldn't be hanging around like stink on a rat!"

"Think very carefully before you do anything, Harley Quinn."

"I'm not 6, using my full name doesn't scare me anymore," Harley said angrily.

"Harleen Quinzel, there you are," Joker laughed loudly. "There's your full name."

"That's not my name, that's hers," Harley protested and a small drop of blood appeared at the tip of the blade.

"Harley!" Deadshot shouted.

"Buckshot, I suggest you shut up," Joker snapped. "So what ya gonna do? You gonna kill me? Or you gonna do as you're told, little girl?" He ran a hand through her hair and for a second, she expected him to throw her down, she waited for the pain of being hit, she waited for the blood to rush to her head as he threw her over the desk.

"Blondes, I tell ya, more trouble than they're worth," Joker cackled. He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face Waller again. "She's agreed to play nicely, Harley."

"She deserves death-"

"And we get stuck without a pass out of jail? No collect $200 on your way through? Where's your sense of fun, Harls," Joker chuckled. "We keep dear old Mandy alive, in return, she keeps us out of prison, free to play with Bats and anyone else we choose, dear. She thought she kept her life secret, but I know everything. So she's very aware that if she doesn't do as she's told, we can visit her in the early hours of the morning and put a knife in her throat."

"What's the catch?" Harley demanded. "I always have to take a fall somewhere."

"You wound me, pumpkin pie," Joker smirked. "If she wants any information on Arkham, you provide it, but you do not go on any missions."

Oh, but we're gonna destroy Arkham, Harley thought before a slow grin spread over her face. She met his eye and started to giggle excitedly. She leaned back into him and nodded slowly. Oh poor Waller.

"Just one more prod? Please, puddin'?" Harley asked with a sweet voice.

"Of course, my sweet," Joker nodded and he pushed her forwards. Harley plunged the blade roughly into Waller's shoulder and she let out a squeak of pain.

"Let's hope they find you before you bleed to death," Harley grinned. "Maybe you'll think twice before crossing me and Mistah J."

"I know so much, Harleen," Amanda smirked through the agony. "I know so much about what you've done. Your little doctor sang like a canary for us with the smallest amount of pressure."

"Wake up call, it was never Harleen."

"No? I know about everything, I know she's in there and I know she can hear me," Amanda replied lowly. Harley's eyes flashed and Harleen pushed forwards. There was a moment where she flexed her hands to make sure she was in control and then she stabbed Waller again. She twisted the blade and watched Amanda's eyes crease.

"You know nothing," Harleen hissed. "What did you do to Sam?"

"Harleen!" Joker snarled furiously.

"A little gentle convincing," Amanda sneered. "She sang like a canary-"

"What did you do to her?" Harleen shouted. She felt herself being pushed against the wall and a pair of hands around her throat.

"There you are, doctor," Joker grinned sickly. There were so many things that he wanted to do to her right now, not a single one ended with Harleen still being a part of Harleen's mind.

"Don't you dare hurt me," Harleen said slowly.

"Hurt ya? I'm going to destroy you," Joker chuckled. "But first I'm going to take care of our friend here." He let one hand loose from her neck and she went to escape but he put her back against the wall and he kissed her hard. Part of Harleen was revolted, the other revelled in his touch. Goddammit she wasn't strong enough to fight against this. She wasn't strong enough to resist him.

"We're going to have so much fun," Joker laughed. "Right after we're done here and you tell me what you have done."

"Never, Joker, you don't control me," Harleen tried.

"Oh but I do!" He threw his head back and touched her cheek. Harleen flinched and then Harley was back in front and she gripped at his jacket, a wide and worried look in her eyes. She hadn't been ready for Harleen to jump forwards so suddenly and she knew he wouldn't be happy with her.

"Call off your guards, Mandy, if you've got any left of course," Joker smiled. "And we'll be on our way." He watched as Harley cut Waller's hands loose and the bloodied and maimed woman weakly reached to the desk and pressed one of the buttons that controlled the alarms.

"One day Clown," Waller grunted.

"I look forwards to it," Joker laughed and he put his arm around Harley's waist. He dragged her out of the room and slammed her against the opposite door once Deadshot had closed the door behind them.

"Hey!" Deadshot shouted and went to push Joker away, but the Clown barely flinched.

"What the hell was she talking about?" Joker yelled.

"Puddin', I dunno! Harleen was under control the whole time and-"

"I'm not buying it, princess," Joker snarled. "What was she talking about?"

"I don't know! I didn't tell Sammie anything!" Harley protested angrily.

"If you ever disobey me again-"

"You'll what?" Harley challenged.

"Kill ya," Joker chortled and walked away. Harley huffed and followed him and walked beside Deadshot. The guards stared in disbelief as Waller instructed them all to just let the Clowns go passed without trouble. They reached the van and Frost sheepishly handed Harley the baby before the Joker sat in the front with Frost. The henchmen stayed silent, knowing that the boss was fighting with himself. Harley, the baby and Deadshot all got back into the back of the van and she turned straight back to the doting mother. The torturous psycho had disappeared again.

"Let's go home," Joker growled from the front and Harley cuddled her son against her chest.

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A/N: Oh Mr J, you got a few problems on your hands haven't you? It'd be really useful if Harleen went quietly right? Right?

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