A/N: OK, so little timeline update here: this is the part at the end of the movie where you see Deadshot punching his bag and stopping to hug it at the end. It takes place a little before he is pictured doing that in the movie, and goes on up until the Joker and his men invade Belle Reve to get Harley back.

I stretched back on my cot after another long, great day with Harley. We've been spending the last few weeks reading my letters from Zoe. Back in my cell alone, I'd still read them, soaking in every single word. Every letter I read just further proved Harley's point, Zoe still believes in me and loves me.

"Wait, so you actually use your hitman stories to help your daughter understand math," Harley asked as she leaned back on her cot in a fit of giggles.

I chuckled a little myself, "Yeah it's the only way that really seems to stick for her."

She laughed a little bit more, grabbing my collar and pulling me down closer to her on her cot.

She stared a me a little bit longer, before leaning in and giving me a short, chaste kiss.

I smiled into it, and when she pulled away, I tilted my head at her. "What was that for?"

She stroked my cheek with her long, beautiful fingers, "For being a good father,"

I rolled over, looking at the photos of Zoe I had taped to the wall next to my bed from previous letters. One of which was Zoe and her mother, when she was just a baby. I remembered that day, Susan was so happy to bring Zoe home that day, but lost her shit on me when I had to leave to do a job.

We sat across from each other on the floor of her cot, letters scattered between us. I was drinking a cup of espresso, reading over a letter Zoe had sent me around Thanksgiving a few months back. She said she ended up making ramen noodles because her mom wouldn't wake up. I let out a sigh, crumpling the letter in my fist.

Harley's eyes left her current novel, raising an eyebrow at me, "What is it?"

I shook my head, "Nothing."

She put her book down, rolling her eyes. "You just ruined a letter from your daughter. A letter you fought a metahuman for to get your hands on I might add,"

I scoffed, "Who would've thought you'd be the logical one here?"

She shook her head at me, "Most would, considering I have two PHds."

I rolled my eyes, but nodded anyway, "I'm sorry. It's just I don't care for Zoe's mother,"

Harley nodded slowly, stretching her legs out, laying them in my lap. I put the letter, now in a ball, down on the cement. I tugged on her ankles lightly, bringing Harley closer to me.

Her smile grew as I pulled her towards me, rubbing her feet softly once we both got a little more comfortable. However, her smile faded when she saw the crumpled letter on the floor. "Um, no. Hand it here," she challenged, extending her hand to take the letter.

I chuckled at her, but handed the letter over anyway. She began to unball the letter, undoing my damage. I just watched her work for a moment, rubbing her feet as we sat in a comfortable silence.

"So tell me about her mother. What does she think of all this?" She asked without looking up from Zoe's letter.

"Think of all what?" I knew damn well what she was talking about, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to confront the issue that is my ex wife with Harley.

She scoffed at that, "You know what. You old job, your relationship with Zoe, and the fact that you're in this shitty prison with horrible food."

I chuckled at the last part, despite how true it is. "Well, we were married. And it didn't exactly work out,"

She continued to straighten out the letter, but nodded as I spoke.

I think she was about to ask me to continue, but I heard myself talking without her asking. "She couldn't handle my job. I mean, the entire time she knew who I was. And at the first part of our relationship, she was fine with it. She didn't ask about it much, and if she didn't ask, I wouldn't mention it. It was almost like we coexisted in a world that was just ours. No jobs. No family issues. No drama. Just us, and eventually Zoe. But one day, after we had Zoe, she started pushing for me to get a new job and turn my life around. But I wasn't into that. She constantly pushed me into a place I wasn't comfortable being in, and she got really depressed when I wouldn't change."

Harley didn't look up, but nodded slightly, tilting her head slightly once I finished my story. "Would you quit if Zoe asked you to?"

I nodded, "I like to think so. But there's nothing quite like that, you know? Doing stuff like that is insane and awful, I know that much. Also, there's just this way about it. It makes you feel-"

"Special. Complete." She finished my sentence with a far off look in her eye.

I nodded, watching her finish fixing the letter I ruined, "No one's ever understood that before now,"

She took a deep breath, her face remaining impassive as she handed me the almost perfect letter, "I only understand because we're both fucked up on the same level,"

I rolled over and sat up, swinging my feet over the edge of my cot. Despite talking about some really heavy shit with her, I felt like it only made things between us better.

We were laying down side by side on her little cot in her cage. My eyes were shut, but I couldn't sleep here, too many people watching. I thought for awhile maybe Harley had fallen asleep. It wouldn't surprise me, considering how she has the most people watching her out of all of us here, and has no privacy whatsoever. She let out a deep breath.

"I killed Jason," She mumbled in a tone I hadn't heard out of Harley Quinn in my whole life.

I opened my eyes and looked over at her. "Jason?"

She nodded, tears freely flowing.

I rolled over to face her, sitting up quickly. "Whoa, whoa. What's going on, Dollface?"

She didn't move or attempt to look at me, she just stared at the top of her cage, silent tears falling. I took her hand and squeezed it, but she didn't hold onto mine.

"Robin. I killed Robin," her voice broke a little bit, she sounded so guilty.

I squeezed her hand and nodded. I didn't really know what to say. I hated that punk, always up Batman's ass. When I got word he died though, I remember feeling sorry for him and his family, even Bats. He was just a kid.

"I heard the Joker was the one behind it,"

She shook her head, "No. Mistah J didn't kill him. He tortured him. And it was completely my fault,"

I felt myself wince at that statement, but I didn't seem to get what she was saying. "Why'd you kill him?"

She shook her head, tears falling but not as fast. "I was the one that captured him. I thought Mistah J was just gonna use him to get to Batsy. He's always been obsessed with getting Batsy. I just wanted to make him happy," her tears were less, but her words came out muffled, like she was trying to suppress sobs. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into my lap and cradling her as cried, attempting to get herself together. "He was pretty happy about it. He told me he was gonna get Batsy where it hurt. So he started to beat him pretty bad. One day, I told him not to. Jason was just a kid, ya know? Kids deserve mercy."

She leaned away from me a little bit, so when I looked down I could get a full view of her face. Her eyes were pale blue and empty. Her face looked whiter than the unnatural pale she normally sported. Haunted almost.

I got up, shaking my head angrily at the thought of this memory. I trudged toward the boxing bag, something I haven't touched since I got this assignment. Before I could think, I just started punching as hard as I could. Each word replaying in my head just refueled the fire.

"Harley. What happened when you told him not to hurt Robin?"

She took a deep breath, "He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to the floor. He kicked me in the stomach over and over again. Until Jason told him to stop."

I felt my fists ball up, but I kept the anger at bay. She needed to get this out. "He left me there to deal with Jason. He broke my baseball bat and used the jagged edges to carve "sellout" into his forehead. He broke his ankles and wrists. Nearly beat him to death right there. Then left us there laughing."

I let out a deep sigh, "We can stop if you want." I secretly hoped she would, I hated hearing about this. But if she needed to let it out, I'd listen.

She shook her head, "That night, I was trying to pull myself up off the floor. Once I did, I helped him up. We sat on the floor in the dark for awhile. I couldn't leave because the door was locked. He told me I deserved better. I told him he did too. He said I could make it up to him. So I shot him in the head. Mercy."

I nodded absentmindedly, "That's better than what J would've done. You're a much better person than he is. I'm proud of you for that."

"I killed someone who was just a kid, Floyd." her tears began to fall again.

I pulled her back to me, hugging her tight. "You had mercy. You had a morale compass. I'm sure he forgives you,"

My blind anger was being transferred into this bag. I honestly think I could've broken it, but I stopped after awhile. I began to see the bag as Harley. God knows J treated her like one. My punching stopped altogether, and I pulled the bag into a hug.

I stood there for awhile, holding the bag for several moments. It was pretty peaceful. Well, until an explosion sounded and knocked my on my ass.

The explosion sounded like it came from the main area of the prison. Where Harley's cage is.

I pushed myself up and walked towards the door, ready to look out the open area. I raised my fist to knock, hoping a guard would at least tell me what was going on. I didn't like this feeling.

I hit the door and it popped open, much to my surprise.

Flag stepped back, ducking out of the way of my accidental punch.

His face went from surprised to grim, "He's here, Lawton. It's time to see if it worked,"

A/N: Next chapter: An angry Waller and Flag bring Floyd from his cell to watch the Joker and Harley escape together. Batman returns.