And here we go, here's the epilogue. Thank you all so much for your support!

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Epilogue – Little Ending

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Harley was crouched down behind the couch and between that and the wall, trying to hide from the two people that were trying to find her. She shouldn't have done this, her adrenaline was racing through her veins and she struggled staying quiet. Giggles were desperate to burst from her and she put her hand over her mouth. She heard footsteps and she froze. Her breathing slowed down and she focused on her next movement.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are," a sing song voice said brightly. She kept her hand over her mouth and stayed perfectly still. She could do this, she could stay hidden and undetected. She could feel the thumps of feet through her hands on the floor and she slightly shifted backwards, getting her legs underneath her to spring forward. The footsteps stopped and she took the moment to shoot out from behind the couch. She pushed the person in front of her to the floor and pinned them down.

"Gotcha!" Harley giggled excitedly.

"I don't think so, princess," the man laughed and she sprang back to her feet. She ran from the room and went into the next. She scrambled up the side of a wardrobe and crept into the small space between the top of the wooden object and the ceiling. The door opened and the man walked back in and looked around the room. There was a set of smaller footsteps and another person entered the room. She smirked and watched as they walked around before leaving again.

"Come on, we gotta find her," the older man said. "We can't let her win." They walked back out and closed the door behind them. Harley gave it a minute before she jumped down from the wardrobe. She brushed herself off and checked her pig tails before she went to open the door. It slammed open before she touched the handle and the man wrapped his arms around her, lifted her from the floor and took them both to the bed. He dropped her and landed over her and Harley couldn't help but laugh loudly.

"Now I've got you," the man smirked and kissed her. Harley tangled her fingers in his hair and she whimpered against his mouth. God she loved him.

"Puddin'," Harley gasped and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Hmm?" Joker mumbled, but ignored her.

"Daddy! Put mummy down!" Jack Quinn said loudly, his face screwed up in disgust.

"Make me, junior," Joker laughed. Jack huffed and scrambled up onto the bed, he pushed at Joker's shoulder and finally settled for squeezing in between his parents. His father laughed and stood up again and Jack hugged Harley's neck.

"Ya got me, cupcake," Harley grinned and kissed her sons cheeks. He laughed excitedly and Harley squeezed him before she sat upright. He kept his arms around her neck and stood up on the bed, his fingers slightly playing with her hair.

"You've spent too much time with Auntie Mood-killer," Joker muttered.

"Don't be mean about Aunt Ivy, daddy!" Jack protested with a frown. Joker tried to keep a straight face, but he broke out into a cackle and shook his head. Harley was still totally devoted to her child and she fawned over her little prince's every need. She loved being a mother and she was fiercely protective of her boy.

"Mommy, will I get pretty colours in my hair?" Jack asked as his fingers passed through the blue tips of her pig tail.

"If you want to when you're older, cupcake," Harley smiled. "You've already got mommy's white hair."

"I want green like daddy!" Jack giggled and the sound of her son's laughter made her spirit soar every time. He was a little whirlwind these days. He ran rings around the goons and Frost, he had already learned how to pin point and evade CCTV and how to hide in any space. He was the perfect mix of both of them and Joker took pride in teaching his son what he could. Harley insisted that he be kept away from weapons until he was old enough to understand what they did, but he'd already shown a flair with a baseball bat.

At four and a half years old he was already intelligent and witty. He lived to make his mother laugh and his father proud. He was nimble and had shown interest in Harley's gymnastics and she was regularly found in her silks in their gym, with her son sat on her stomach as she swung slowly in the air reading him a book. His ability to follow his parents' rules was firmly decided on what their mood was and whilst he could get away with hell when it was just him and Harley, he knew his father's tolerance for broken rules was far lower and Jack feared Joker's temper being turned towards him. He'd never seen his parents argue, but he had heard them.

"You'll find your own colours, son," Joker said and ruffled his hair. "Now, I've got to go and sort some things out. Are you going to look after mommy?" He pointed his finger at Jack and the child nodded with a grin.

"Of course," Jack said brightly. He went to grab Joker's finger and threw himself at the clown. Joker caught him with his hands under the child's arms and put him on the floor.

"Be good," he warned his son and leaned forward and kissed Harley gently. "And you be good, you little minx." Harley grinned and stroked her hand through his hair.

"Always," she replied sweetly. "I don't know what you mean."

"Liar," Joker snorted and ruffled Jack's hair before he left them both. He had gotten better with both of them through the years and he always did right by Jack, something he had found extremely difficult. The cost of treating him how his brain wanted to wasn't worth it. He'd lose both of them and then lose everything. There had been an argument just shortly after the boy's second birthday when he and Harley had been screaming at each other, he'd raised his hand to hit her and the kid had walked out of his room with tears running down his face. The sight of his own son so upset over his actions had sent shockwaves through Joker, it had brought back fuzzy memories of his own childhood and that had been fairly grim. So they made sure that Jack never saw their arguments and never saw him hit Harley – something he had been working on, but sometimes she pressed too many buttons and just wanted to kill her. All in all, he was a good father, better than anyone had really been prepared for and it pleased Harley that she was able to at least fix this part of his mind.

It didn't matter what kind of job Joker was out on, it didn't matter how much the Batman gave chase or how quickly he was captured and put in the newly built Arkham asylum (which was just as poorly built as the last damn place), he had only missed a handful of Jack's bed times. Harley would bathe their son, get him settled and have a quiet time cuddling with him and Joker would come home and make up stories about an evil man in a mask chasing down Jack's hero with green hair and the hero's damsel in pink and blue and that night was no different. Harley and Jack had spent the day with Deadshot and Zoe, then popped in to see Red and finally home. As went their normal routine, Harley bathed Jack, dressed him in green and purple pyjamas and she settled him down on his bed.

Without fail, Joker walked through the door, a smug smile on his face and a small blood stain on his shirt. He sat beside Jack and told him fantastical stories about the Bat and his adventures for the day and Harley watched from the doorway. Eventually Jack started to fall asleep and said a very quiet 'goodnight – I love you' to both his parents before he drifted off into a world of dreams. Joker stayed and stroked his hair for a few minutes before he went to Harley.

"Bed time for you too missy," Joker smirked.

"Sorry puddin', I'm too tired for games tonight," Harley replied sheepishly. She took his hand and led him to their bedroom. Joker didn't seem to mind having the night off, but he was still eager to feel her skin against his when they cuddled up in the sheets. He was pressed along her back, his arms wrapped around her.

"I've got a surprise for you, Mistah J," Harley said quietly. Joker grinned and his hand slid down between her legs.

"I like surprises."

"No, not there," Harley giggled. His hand moved up to her chest and he gently played with her breasts. I'm sure they've gotten bigger, he mused as she laughed again. "No. Not there."

"My second favourite?" Joker smirked and rubbed his groin against her ass.

"No silly," Harley chuckled and took his hand and placed it low on her abdomen. "Right here."

"Harls?"

"Double checked, had the doc take some blood too," Harley grinned. "We've got more trouble brewing."

"This is going to be fun," Joker purred and kissed her neck.

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The End