A/N: Thank you so much guys! I'm glad you liked the last chapter, I'll have to admit I was a bit worried in case it went too far haha!

This chapter is a little more light hearted for the most part, but a little twist coming too hehe...

I'm sorry it's taken so long for me to update, this Chapter's been a litte tricky as it wasn't sure what it wanted to be, but I'm finally happy with it haha!

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Chapter 22 – Little Win

Twenty four hours had passed since the Joker had gotten home and neither Frost nor Ivy had seen either clown leave their room since. Ivy had stayed in a guest room just in case she was needed and Frost as ever hung around on the sofa. He knew better than to assume he wasn't on the clock and to go home. That had been one time that he'd seen the brutality of the Clown Prince of Crime aimed directly at him. There had been a lot of noise coming from the room, but he hadn't heard the baby cry for longer than a few seconds, so whatever they were doing was obviously able to fit in the needs of their child. Finally his phone buzzed and he went to the kitchen and collected together some food and drinks for his boss and the girl.

Frost walked with the tray to the Joker's door and knocked three times. He heard a muttered reply and took a breath before he opened the door. He wasn't sure what the appropriate word was, but 'equipment' certainly seemed to fit the array of objects around the room. He didn't consider himself prudish or vanilla, but by god he couldn't figure any of it out. He almost tripped over the leg of a wooden object that almost looked like a stocks from medieval Britain.

"Ah, Frost," Joker chuckled.

"I don't wanna know Boss, I just don't wanna know," Jonny said quickly and put the tray on the bedside table beside Joker. He opened a bottle of water and another of grape soda and poured a glass of each for the clowns.

"Puddin', don't touch me," Harley groaned and if Frost hadn't known better, she almost sounded like she was in pain or scared.

"That's not what you were saying a minute or so ago," Joker chuckled. Frost looked to Harley, completely forgetting the situation and he saw her spread-eagled naked over the bed. He quickly looked away and coughed a bit.

"Jonny, can you go open the curtains and balcony doors," Joker ordered and Frost steeled himself. He could almost hear the smirk growing over his bosses face. It meant picking his way around discarded clothes, various… toys still didn't feel like the right word, and when he finally got to the balcony doors, a bright red thong was hung over the handle.

"Sorry Frosty, I got a bit over-enthusiastic with my stripping," Harley giggled.

"Just shoot me already, Jay," Frost said.

"Open the doors," Joker repeated. Jonny hesitated for a moment, this surely was a test. He just wasn't sure what the right answer was. He flicked the thong off the handle and opened the balcony doors. He turned round to try and escape but it seemed Joker wasn't quite done with him yet.

"Be a good man and take the waste bin out from the bathroom," Joker said, the smirk still sat on his face. Frost met his eye briefly before he shook his head and diverted to the bathroom. There were even more things in here and nothing that Frost ever needed to know about, let alone know that Joker and Harley used them. He took the bag from the bin, replaced it with a clean one and he braced himself for the walk back through the bedroom. He opened the door and was greeted with very girly giggles and he felt his stomach drop. No, not whilst he was in here. He didn't want to die because they couldn't control themselves. He stepped out and was relieved to find that Harley had at least pulled on Joker's shirt, she was sat between the Joker's legs, her back against his chest and the baby in her arms.

"Look at him smiling at you," Harley grinned. "Oh he loves his dada."

"He's got a good one, I'll give him that," Joker smirked.

"He's perfect and you know it," she laughed gently. "Our little Jack-Jack."

Jonny walked across the room and smiled a little at the scene, if not for their skin, hair and reputation, you could mistake them for a happy new family. But he knew both Joker and Harley far too well for that to be true.

"I dunno, he can't hold a gun," Joker teased.

"I can hold a gun to you," Harley growled.

"Oooh, someone's feeling lively," he laughed and kissed down her neck. Harley leaned into him again and let the baby rest against her chest. Jonny paused and handed Harley a glass of water before he carried on out of the room. Joker smirked at Jonny's hasty exit and put his arms around Harley and Jack

"I thought he handled that quite well, Puddin'," Harley giggled.

"His face at the door handle," he chuckled. "He can stay."

"Good, cos he's my favourite to annoy," she said with a smile and she leaned back to kiss him. He allowed her a short kiss before his attention was diverted back to the baby and his gurgles and coos.

"He's a chatterbox," Joker said slowly.

"Exactly like you," Harley laughed. "Talk the legs off a donkey, the pair of you."

"He's going to be a heart breaker," he smirked. "There will be a string of women's hearts following him around Gotham."

"Oh god, mostly dead women if I've got anything to do with it," Harley chuckled. "If he looks anything like his daddy, he'll have a string of stupid drunk girls following him around the club."

"I can still shoot them, princess," Joker laughed. "They do put enough money behind the bar, but they annoy my Queen, so I won't miss them."

"I can't wait for them to see I'm back," Harley grinned evilly. "Back, sexier and better than ever. Then they'll learn about our son and… oh their poor little shattered dreams."

"Baby, you know how to rev daddy's engine," Joker chortled. They sat quietly together, drinking in the calm and the privacy. Joker kept his arms around his family, as if protecting them from the horrors beyond the edge of the bed. He could protect them here, he couldn't if they left. He could keep Jack small and Harley dependent if they stayed safely here. He could cling onto this tiny slice of humanity that he allowed himself until his mind strived for destruction, blood and chaos. He looked his wife over quickly and smiled to himself. She was definitely different, but not in any way that could be construed as bad. Her hips were a little wider, her waist then appeared smaller and her heavier breasts just complimented her newer look. She was beautiful, she was heavenly and Joker wondered what the hell was wrong with Frost for not wanting her. His jealousy of other humans started to kick in and he ground his metal teeth together again.

"Do you want to take him whilst I have a shower?" Harley asked gently.

"Why not take a bath? I think he could probably do with one too," he replied. Harley had the distinct feeling that she didn't have many choices here, but she wasn't sure why he'd be trying to change her mind for this.

"Yeah… sure," Harley mumbled. "Puddin'… what do you want me to do? I mean, we were being affectionate and now you're… what's happened?"

"I have a few things to take care of, Princess," Joker told her. "I don't want you to leave the apartment. Not for a few days until everything dies down. I'm not having you be taken by the Bat or one of his little minions he calls a justice league. Go on, take a bath, I'll be back before you've finished."

"And if you're not?"

"Watch the news," he smirked. "I'll be back, pumpkin, just have someone to take care of."

"Puddin', be careful," Harley said softly. He looked down at her and frowned. He knew that she was hormonal and tired from near enough 24 hours of constant sex, but he wasn't going to have her get clingy.

"That's entirely up to me," he huffed. "If I decide I want to die, I'll die. I own you, remember that Harley."

"I know, Mistah J, but I worry and… I don't want to lose you again," Harley said quietly. He smiled and kissed her hair. He felt his possessiveness settle again at her words. He still had control over her regardless of how her priorities had changed after having the baby. He still had her emotions in his hands and that meant he had her exactly where he needed her. Subservient, loyal and totally dependent.

"My little harlequin, have I ever not come back to you?" Joker asked. He stroked down her arms and tousled Jack's blonde hair. "And what a way for him to learn his legend. Be good, Princess, I'm going to assume that Ivy's still here. I don't want the baby down in the club, even when we're closed."

"I wouldn't-"

"We know that's a lie," Joker frowned. "I've seen you on the CCTV taking him for walks when I'm not around. It's not a good place for him. There's too many morons down there."

"Okay, puddin'."

"I meant it, Harls, I never want to see him down there," he told her sternly. She nodded and moved out of his embrace to feed Jack-Jack. "Oh and tidy this all away and change the sheets on the bed before I'm back, please.

"Yes, Mistah J," Harley nodded as she latched the baby on.

"Don't look like that, princess," he said gently and stroked her cheek. "Give daddy a smile and a kiss. I'm doing something for you, baby, for you and Jack."

"Thank you, Puddin'," Harley said gently. Joker smiled finally and leaned forward, he kissed her softly and moved away. He dressed and left the room. Harley was a little sad, but she knew there wasn't any point in begging Joker to stay, he wasn't the type to do anything she asked, much less stay with her like this. He still found it hard to be around whilst Jack fed, but he was definitely getting better. She looked down at her baby and let out a short breath. She heard the door open and she watched as Ivy walked in.

"Hey Red, sorry about the mess," Harley said quietly with a blush.

"One day you're going to have to explain all of this stuff to me, but I don't want to know right now," Ivy chuckled. She waved her hand and some of her plants appeared around her. They dragged everything into one of the storage rooms and a few plants blossomed to produce a sweet fragrance. She sat beside Harley and watched the baby feed for a moment.

"He's so cute," Ivy smiled. "He looks so much like you, Harls."

"I think he looks like Mistah J," Harley chuckled. "It's funny how different people see different things in babies."

"He's got your hair, your nose and your cheeks," Ivy said and rubbed Harley's shoulders. "He's just so sweet. You know how I feel about most humans, but you and this little guy are the ones I like." She chuckled and Harley leaned her head against Ivy's shoulder and let out a long sigh.

"I thought… never mind," she mumbled.

"Say it, honey," Ivy said and stroked her hand through Harley's hair.

"It's stupid," she shrugged. "I thought things might be different once we had Jack-Jack safely home. He's been… so good with the baby. But… it's not really changed."

"Oh, Harls," Red sighed. "I didn't think you expected any different, he's always going to be the same. He's always going to use you and leave you for other people. But you knew that."

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Joker sat in the driver's seat of his Lambo, he drove slowly through Gotham, making a show of his presence. He'd shot out a few windows, hailed bullets at Falcone and Maroni's men and also passed the Iceberg Lounge to impress his return to power to Penguin. The slimy git was always the first to try and reach for his space and Joker hated it. There was definitely safety in numbers when it came to raiding the docks during gun shipments, but it didn't mean he liked the guy enough to not kill a few of his men. Eventually Joker came to the building he had first intended. During the night it had become quite clear that Harley wasn't going anywhere, he had wanted Flag and Waller to take her out of the state for her and Jack's safety. But his little harlequin had been very convincing with her arguments over why she should stay. So he was going to have to do something else to flex his muscles and to keep people away from his palace.

He parked the Lamborghini outside the gates to the impressive building. He could see it all in his head right now and it sickened him. He could practically feel the betrayal and it made him all that much angrier. He picked up his gun and the detonators and shoved them into the liner pockets of his jacket. God bless Frost and his tech knowledge, making pocket sized bombs that could tear apart buildings, that man could definitely keep his job. He strode up the driveway, cane in one hand and the other clenched into a fist. He wasn't the most physically imposing man around, but his strength was hidden and boy was he fast with it. He smirked at that thought, his victim was just a lump of muscle, not much of a brain and that would be his downfall.

Joker walked up to the house and started to look for an entry point. He finally found an unlocked door and walked into the kitchen. There wasn't an alarm, but the smell of cooked food wafted into his nostrils. Someone was awake. He reached into his jacket and pulled one of the detonators out, he placed it underneath the oven and moved on quickly. He moved silently, like a ghost, and he'd gone through three rooms before he met anyone.

"You… how did you get it?"

"Hmm, maybe you shouldn't leave doors open," Joker said lowly, a few growls escaping his throat.

"Why are you here? The master hasn't done anything to you," the man said. His voice was calm, but his stance and slight twitch of his left hand towards his holstered gun was the giveaway.

"Oh no, it isn't me, old boy," Joker smirked. "He did something to my Queen, something I didn't know about until recently and I just cannot… stand leaving it to history."

"Miss Quinzel?"

"The very same," Joker chuckled. "Now, do excuse me old man." He pulled his gun at the same time the butler did and he fired just half a second first, he struck the butler in the leg and kicked the gun out of his hand. He knelt down, covered the man's mouth with his hand to give him a fake smile and then cracked his head into the floor, knocking him unconscious.

"For such a rich guy, you'd think he'd have better security than one elderly man," Joker laughed, planted another bomb and he moved on. He stopped sneaking around the sprawling mansion and used his cane to smash vases, statues, glass ornaments and all sorts more.

"Alfred? What's going on?" Bruce Wayne shouted and walked into the room. The Joker aimed his gun at the man and let out a long drawn out laugh. He watched as the man ground his teeth together and held his hands up. There was a familiarity there, beyond the normal reaction to anyone in Gotham.

"Sorry, Brucey, old Alfred's a little bit preoccupied with bleeding to death," Joker laughed.

"What are you doing here?" Bruce growled.

"I know I had a deal with your best friend, Batman, to leave this place alone," Joker said and swiped his cane over the mantelpiece of the fireplace. "But it turns out that you defiled something that belongs to me."

"I don't know what you mean."

"Really? You don't know?" Joker grinned. "You can't think of anything that I own that you've touched?"

"Harleen…" Bruce mumbled after a short silence. "That was a very long time ago, Joker."

"But she was mine at the time," Joker told him and started to walk around Bruce in a small circle, the gun never wavered from Bruce's head. "In fact just the week before your dirty little union, I had her bent over her desk and I was the one between her legs."

"No that's not-"

"Not what she said?" Joker smirked. "Of course not, that little bitch couldn't be trusted with a potted plant, let alone someone like me."

"It was a long time ago, I don't think now is the time to be digging up old skeleton's is it? The Bat could be here at any time." Bruce said sternly. He was totally calm, Joker couldn't find out that he was Batman, but he could sure as hell give him a run for his money.

"It was a long time, but I've only just found out," Joker snarled. "No one touches what belongs to me. No one touches what is mine. This isn't just for fun, this is personal now." He slammed his cane over the back of Bruce's head and the bigger man fell to the ground. They started to fight and whilst Joker could've just shot him, he had a lot of anger to get out. The idea of this slimy rich bastard touching Harley made him feel sick. He landed a good few punches before Bruce started to really fight back. Finally Joker grabbed a heavy wooden ornament and smashed it into Wayne's skull. Bruce collapsed to the floor and Joker scattered his explosives around the rest of the house before he started to leave.

"Say hi to mom and dad for me, Brucey," Joker called, knowing he'd be waking up soon enough. He walked out of the building and took one last look before he pressed the detonator in his pocket. He was almost at his car when the explosion ripped through the house. He watched the flames eat away at the Wayne mansion for a few minutes before he got in his car and drove away. He didn't care if Alfred and Bruce lived or died, the message was very clear. No one attempted anything on the Wayne manor, so for him to destroy sent the message that the king was back.

Joker got back to the club before the GCPD and fire crews got to the mansion and he went up to the apartment. He went inside and saw Ivy and Deadshot sat watching the TV. He didn't even acknowledge their presence as he walked straight to his bedroom. He saw Harley was on the bed in black booty shorts, knee high red and black socks and a red vest top. He crawled over her and Jack-Jack and pressed a kiss to her hair and stroked his son's tummy.

"I'm back Princess," Joker whispered.

"Puddin'?" Harley mumbled.

"You're not watching the TV like I asked you too," he said lightly.

"Sorry, Mistah J, I was tired," Harley said and slowly came round from her slumber. "Jack's been hungry and Deadshot came round to make sure everythin' was okay."

"Of course he did," Joker said through gritted teeth. "Come and see what I've done." He picked Jack up and moved the baby into his arms. He smiled down at his son and tickled his open palm. Harley watched the curious scene in front of her. Here was the man that struck such fear into the entire city and he was being gentle and loving to a baby, his baby. It was almost too strange for Harley to comprehend, but she did. He could love, he just didn't like it. She got up out of the bed and sorted out her clothes. She pushed her feet into fluffy slippers and she went to take Jack from him.

"I can hold him," Joker said shortly.

"Sorry, Jay, I thought you'd want me to take him," Harley replied and dipped her head.

"Baby, things are different, I promise," Joker told her. "It'll take a while to prove it, but things are different. We're different. Come on, before the news gets boring." He led her out into the lounge and smirked at Deadshot's slightly shocked face. Harley followed and her eyes set on the TV.

"That's…"

"Wayne Mansion, yes," Joker grinned.

"Oh puddin', thank you," Harley giggled and pressed a kiss against his mouth. "Is he dead?"

"He shouldn't have touched what's mine," Joker said and rocked Jack in his arms. "He should be dead. If not, Batman got to him quickly. The butler is dead as dead can be."

"What kinda death wish have you got?" Deadshot asked. "Goin' after the Wayne place, that's too crazy even for you."

"Luckily it's not your opinion that I care about, Dead-head," Joker snarled. "Who said you could come in anyway?"

"I did," Harley said gently. "He wanted to make sure we were all okay after Arkham."

"Well, we're fine," Joker snapped. "Harley is fine, after all we both know she's who you're really interested in."

"J, no," Deadshot said and shook his head.

"No? We'll see won't we," Joker chuckled. "I'm a jealous, jealous man, Buck-shot. Don't you forget it." Joker walked away with Jack and took the baby to his office so he could have some time alone with his son. Harley sighed and went to sit beside Ivy. She curled into her best friend and the red head wrapped her arms around the younger woman.

"You two are enough to make a man faint," Deadshot chuckled.

"Floyd, you're my friend and as my friend, I will give you one warning," Harley said gently from her comfortable spot beside Ivy. "He won't tolerate you being my friend in front of him. He barely tolerates me being around Red. Please don't get yourself killed because of it. There are far better things to die for than me."

"Honey," Ivy said softly. "Don't think like that."

"Zoe should be more important to you than me," Harley told Floyd. "Don't miss out on her for your own sense of morality."

"Mr Wayne! Mr Wayne!" Vicky Vale shouted. "Bruce Wayne! Who started the fire? Are you safe?"

"I'm fine, Miss Vale, so is my butler," a slightly scorched Bruce Wayne said as he was pushed towards an ambulance by a paramedic. "I'd rather not disclose the name of the arsonist, it'd give him too much sick pleasure."

"Well that answers that question," Harley hummed.

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