A/N: This chapter is more fluff. I haven't put much of that in this story, and I think it'll be better if I include a chapter or two of Harley and Deadshot getting close. It'll feels more natural to me. Hope you enjoy!

"Floyd!" Harley launched herself off her cot and ran towards the bars at the edge of her cell. I looked up and met her big blue eyes.

I didn't flat out run, I have some pride left. However, I definitely felt my steps pick up once the guards' eyes were no longer on me.

"Hey, Doll." I said as I reached the bars.

She bit her lip slightly in that way that drives me crazy before letting her smile completely overtake her face. She reached her hand through the bars and lightly stroked my cheek. I wrapped my hand over her smaller one, bringing it to my lips and planting a light kiss in her palm. Her head tilted quizzically as she as she noticed the package in my other hand.

"Oh, Floyd. Did you get me a present?" She asked teasingly, batting her eyes between mine and my package.

I chuckled slightly and dropped my head, "Nah, I'd definitely jump at the chance to get you something you'd like, if that opportunity ever arises for me."

Her smile grew slightly, but something in her eyes became impassive. Her baby blue eyes seemed to become less bright for a moment, her smile became a little rough around the edges. She was standing across from me, but for a moment, I could tell she was a million miles away. I tilted my head at her skeptically, about to ask her what was wrong. Before I could get the words out, she had snapped herself back into reality. She leaned forward. Well, as far forward as the bars would let permit her and swiftly snatched the package of letters out of my other hand. She lifted it next to her head, shaking it carefully. I watched her while she looked over the package, biting her lip and tilting her head quizzically at the package.

I watched her, part of me thinking about how beautiful she looked while she was trying to figure stuff out, the other part of me debating on whether or not I should take the package back and continue to hide Zoe from Harley. After all, Harley was a criminal. But, Hell, so was I. Also, since Midway, my opinion of her skyrocketed. She put the Squad before J, despite him being her whole world since she entered a life of crime. She also has admitted all she wanted was a family, something I'd definitely want to mend with Zoe once I finally leave this place. I felt myself smile a little wider. Yeah, Harley can know about Zoe.

She read over the return label, raising an eyebrow at the name. "Zoe Lawton?"

I nodded, dropping my head slightly, "Yeah. Zoe's my daughter,"

She was still looking down at the package, but I could see her eyes widening as they raised to meet mine. Her face was a little hard to read.

"What?" I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly, "Is that a turnoff?" I was actually kinda nervous that it would be. She's expressed desire in a family, but I have to remind myself that she didn't express that desire to me, she told a shrink here at Belle Reve while she was drugged up on sedatives. She probably didn't remember it. Also, she expressed a desire to have a family with J, not me.

Her unreadable expression transformed into a smirk, "No." She shook her head slightly, "I just was thinking about how you'd probably make a good father at some point the other day."

I smirked right back at her, "Yeah. I'm a father, but probably not a great one."

She rolled her eyes at me, flipping her hair in a teasing manner, "I doubt that. If you were a shitty father, she wouldn't send ya all this stuff,"

I shrugged slightly, "It's just letters. She sent them before we went to Midway too, but Waller withheld them."

Harley's eyes were coated with empathy as she nodded. "Is that what ya asked for after Midway? Getting more access to your daughter?"

I nodded, sticking my hand on the bar in front of me, becoming stressed at the memory of finding letters from my daughter that no one ever bothered to give me.

Harley seemed to sense my emotions, so she leaned forward, putting her delicate hand overtop of mine. "Hey, Floyd. You're a good father, alright?"

I took a deep breath, but somehow believed it when it came from her mouth.

Her thumb rubbed over the back of my hand soothingly as we stood in a semi-comfortable silence for a few moments.

She pulled her hand back from mine, and handed me the package of Zoe's letters. "Well, why don't I make you an espresso? Courtesy of Amanda Waller? And you can read me some of those letters?"

She looked at me over her shoulder, her long, dyed hair draping down her back. I smiled slightly at her and nodded. "That actually sounds really great."

She smiled at me, then turned her back to me, starting on our coffees.

I turned on my heel and strode towards Flag, watching in the corner with some other guards.

Flag looked me up and down skeptically, "What is it, Lawton?"

"I'm opening up, like you said."

He nodded slightly, "You want me to open the cage?"

I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly, "You can shut and lock it right behind me."

He stared at me for a few moments, his face conflicted. "Waller was right, you ask for too much." He looked over at the guards and nodded. They grabbed me and escorted me to the opening of her cell, pushing me in as soon as the door was open enough to fit me. They closed and locked it behind me, and remained closer to the bars. Probably trying to make sure she and I didn't attempt to murder everyone and escape.

She had watched them let me in, but turned around as soon as the door was shut, finishing up our coffees.

I walked over to the corner of her cage where everything seemed to be. A stack of books almost as tall as Harley herself was struggling to remain upright next to her bed in the corner, a pair of fuzzy hot pink slippers were placed neatly beneath her bed, out of the way. Everything seemed a lot cleaner since I had first been to visit her, several weeks ago. The only other big change was the rather large, yet brand new, espresso machine she had received from Waller for a job well done in Midway City.

She was leaning against her espresso machine tapping her foot to the hum of the machine. Despite the fact that we're in prison, I felt pretty domestic with her. Hopefully this won't be the most settled down with her I'd ever get.

I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. She let out a content sigh, resting her head on my chest.

"It's weird Flag let you in," she pondered.

"Oh," I pulled away slightly, "I can go if you want," I asked in a teasing tone.

She grabbed my forearms and yanked me back to her, "No, no. I'm liking this,"

"Well good," I kissed her temple lightly. She leaned her back into me more, and we just stood in a comfortable silence until the machine dinged. She broke our embrace to get the coffees.

She looked over at me, smiling over her shoulder.

She pointed over to her cot, "We can sit there and read these together."

I smiled at the idea and nodded as I took a seat. I began to open the package as she placed my espresso next to the cot on her stack of books and sat down, cradling hers in her dainty hands. We sat on either sides of the bed, facing each other. I opened the first letter and looked up at her. She was sipping her drink, her pinky in the air and her eyes boring into mine.

She put her drink down and licked her lips, "Is everything alright?"

I nodded, my smile growing. "I just, I'm happy to share this with you,"

She bit her lip as her signature smile formed. She reached over and plucked the letter from my hands, "Let me read this one. I like the envelope color,"

I laughed and nodded, reaching for my espresso and taking a sip.

I could get used to this.

Next Chapter: After reminiscing over the last several great days with Harley. Deadshot awakes in the middle of the night to Belle Reve being broken into, and Harley's cell being the focal point of the attack.