A/N: This is going to be the last chapter of this story. It's going to be the first in a multi-part series. It's going to be called "Truth Be Told,"

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Harley was asleep once more, on a much better bed, in a much better place. She was awake long enough to have a few short conversations and to be released from Belle Reve along with myself.

Flag had taken Zoe to the main area of the prison, giving Harley and I some room to talk. She had just woken up, her breathing tube had been removed too. She rubbed her eyes, wincing slightly when her hand lightly connected with her black eye, courtesy of J.

I tilted my head at her, trying to suppress a sympathetic look, knowing she'd resent me for being too soft on her.

"How are you feeling?" I inquired, already knowing the answer.

"I should be asking you that, Floyd," she said as she struggled to sit upright, voice mildly concerned.

I chuckled slightly, "I'm fine, Dollface. I just hate seeing you like this," I admitted.

She nodded as she leaned forward to rubbed the side of my face lightly with her small hands. "Is that really it?" She tilted her head at me, basically reading the guilt burnt in my eyes.

I moved from my spot on the edge of her bed, back into the metal chair. I ran my hand over my bald head and took a deep breath, "I feel like I caused this,"

She rolled her eyes. Her tone teasing and soothing all at once, "You didn't though, Muffin."

I shook my head, swallowing my fears of telling her the truth. "No, I had something to do with this."

She grabbed my hand, opening her mouth to speak. Before she could, I started to talk again. I needed to get this out, before I pussied out of it. "A few months ago, Waller came to me for another mission,"

Harley sat up a little bit straighter, nodding and squeezing my hand in support.

"And, the mission was just for me," I took a deep breath, "She wanted me to get to know you, watch over you, and show you a better life. Basically to show you you could have-"

She dropped my hand quickly, folding them in front of her chest defensively. "A life without Mistah J," she finished.

I nodded slowly, trying to get my voice even to continue. "My intention was never to manipulate you. I just wanted you to be happy on your own-"

"What did she promise you, Deadshot?" she mumbled, not meeting my eyes.

I dropped my head, "Freedom, my kid."

She shook her head quickly. However, she stopped abruptly when blood started flowing through her bandages once more.

I tried to put my hands near her head to stop the bleeding, "Whoa, Dollface. Let me get a nurse," I offered as I stood up, walking slowly towards the door. My eyes weren't leaving her though.

She nodded quickly, "Get one on your way out,"

I stopped abruptly, "Do they not want other inmates in here when you're being treated?"

She shrugged, "I dunno, Shot." She spat, "I just know I don't want you in here,"

I sat in the New Orleans Medical Center on a plush couch-bench-thing with Zoe asleep on my shoulder. I rubbed my eyes drowsily, the harsh memory from a few hours ago waking me up more. I stretched my arms carefully as to not wake her up. Harley should be able to have visitors anytime now. These few hours of waiting have been a good reflection time.

Flag and I were sitting in a vacant hallway of Belle Reve. Zoe was between us, playing a game on her iPhone with her earbuds in.

"How'd she take it?" He asked, looking at me over Zoe's curly hair.

I didn't look back at him, my eyes fixed on a crack in the wall in front of me. "She told me to leave, after her head started bleeding out again."

Flag nodded slowly, looking back over at the wall in front of him as well. "Did you tell her you about getting Waller to grant her her freedom too?"

I shook my head, "She wouldn't hear it after I told her my reason for getting close was only a mission," I tried to whisper the last part. I knew Zoe was gonna wanna know about Harley and what we're doing together. I honestly am ashamed of what I did in the beginning.

"Honestly, Lawton," Flag began, "I don't really think it was ever fake for you."

I nodded slowly, "I think you're right. How did June take it when you talked to her?"

Flag chuckled slightly, "Well. I had a file I had made up about her life and the Enchantress. And, well, before I could actually tell her, she found the file,"

I laughed a little at that too, "How'd you get past that?"

"Well," Flag started, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, "She was really angry at first. I could tell it was a betrayal, but I convinced her that how I feel was genuine. Waller wanted to keep her here, in a cell like a criminal. But I fought back so she could have a somewhat normal life. That's what you did for Harley too."

I shrugged, "I'm not really sure that's the same,"

Flag nodded quickly, "Yes. Yes it is. The only difference is that I kept her free and you managed to help Harley become someone who deserves freedom and another shot at a normal life."

I nodded, getting up slowly. "I think I should talk to her,"

Flag nodded, stopping Zoe from following, offering to show her more of the prison, like the yard where my stuff is held.

Zoe woke up slightly, only to roll over and lay against an arm rest of the bench. I stretched some more, having better access of my limbs without Zoe on me. I saw a vending machine directly across from us and decided to check it out. Zoe had been following me around all day, sorta getting lost in the shuffle. She had to have been hungry. God knows I was. I walked over and got two bottles of water, two bags of chips, and a large chocolate chip cookie to split between us when she wakes up. As I reached down to get the food out of the vending machine's trap, I caught a glimpse of myself in the reflection of the machine's window. I looked tired, like I had been rubbing my eyes to stay awake.

I rubbed my eyes once more, trying to wake myself up before walking into the infirmary. It had been about two hours since I confessed the mission to Harley, and about an hour since I talked to Flag. I had spent this time wandering around Belle Reve, taking it all in one last time.

I opened the door swiftly, to find Harley asleep in her hospital bed, clean bandages around her head once more, hopefully healing better now that she's asleep and at peace.

I found the chair next to her bed once more. I decided I wasn't going to stay till she awoke. I still manipulated her, no matter which way I'd try and spin it, but she should at least know she has her freedom.

"Hey, Dollface." I whispered, stroking her hair softly. "You don't have to wake up, I just wanted to talk before I go." I took a deep breath, "I never meant for you to get hurt. You were alone down there and could've died. I'll always regret letting you go through facing J on your own." I let out another deep, shaky sigh. I'm not a pussy, but I could feel tears welling up anyways. "I told Waller from the get go that you had to be freed as well. That was the only way I'd do what she asked of me." Another deep breath, "I don't think it was ever fake on my part, if I'm honest. I think I've always felt something for you, since Midway. I just didn't know what it was till now. I-" another breath, "I love you Harley. And I'm very sorry," I pulled her file out of my inner prison shirt pocket and laid it on the bed next to her. "This belongs to you. I never should have read it. They gave it to me and. And I just wanted to understand you a little bit more. It was horrible, but the whole time, I wanted you to just be safe. I got up slowly, staring at her one last time before walking out to get Zoe. I saw her out of the corner of my eyes rolling over

"Mr. Lawton!" a nurse chirped.

I spun on my heel, losing my reflection in the vending machine"s glass. "Yes! That-that's me," I probably sounded way too excited. No, that's not the word. Nervous? Yeah that's better.

"Miss Quinn is awake and responsive, she'll see you know,"

I ran my hands over my head, "Thanks," I looked over at Zoe, then back at the nurse. "Tell her I'll be in in a moment,"

The nurse nodded, smiling understandingly at me before walking back down the hall where she came from.

I lightly shook Zoe, "Sweetie, let's go see my friend. You can eat and nap in her room, okay?"

Her smiled up at me groggily, nodding slowly. She got up and followed me down the hall to Harley's room.

I was walking down the hall of Belle Reve. On my way back to get Zoe from Flag and check out of the prison. Hopefully for good.

"Floyd!" the weak, raspy voice shocked me from my thoughts.

I spun on my heel, "Harley? What are you doing?" She was still attached to her IV, dragging it behind her roughly as she walked through the hall behind me, leaning against the wall for support.

I ran up to her quickly, stopping shortly as I made it to her. I didn't want to invade her space or make her feel like I thought she needed saving. She managed to stand up straight, no longer leaning against the wall.

"I didn't stay here and refuse Mistah J for ya," she started. "Mistah J had it coming. Being in the squad helped me realize I can succeed without him. I'm more than Mistah J's property."

I nodded slowly, about to speak, but she put her finger up, stopping me. "I didn't need you to show me I didn't need Mistah J anymore," her voice was firm, the teasing tone that's usually there was completely gone. "But," the edges of her lips twitching upwards just slightly, "I'm glad you did. And little birdy told me you had me freed in exchange for the Ice Queen wanted from ya," her eyebrow tilted upwards at me, eyes firey with passion once more.

"I couldn't bring myself to leave without you," I admitted, feeling uneasy confessing my true thoughts when I knew for sure she'd be able to hear them.

She leaned off the wall, placing her hands on my face gently. "Flagy's sending me to a real hospital, to fix off my face." She winked as she shook her head, the loose strands of her hair flippy around adorably. "I was wondering if ya would come with me?" Her voice barely changed in tone to show she was asking me to come, not demanding I do.

I smiled, taking one of her hands and kissing the palm of it. "I'd follow you anywhere, Dollface."

I walked down the hall, following the chipper nurse to Harley's room, Zoe's hand in mine like an iron clad. I looked down at her, letting out the first genuine smile in what felt like years.

"Daddy, do you love this lady?" She questioned, much to my surprise, not sounding hurt by the idea of me loving someone besides her mother.

I took a deep breath, though my smile hadn't faltered, "I think it's safe to say I do,"

She nodded, a slight smile tugging on the corner of her mouth.

"Are you coming back to Gotham, Daddy?" her voice seemed hopeful, but like she was trying to suppress it. I felt my heart drop slightly, but I wasn't surprised at her lack of confidence in me. Her father is a hitman of course, a hitman that went to prison too. I hadn't given her much to believe in lately. Ever, really. But this time, I was able to change that.

"I definitely am."

"No more working like before?"

I shook my head no. "Not with my daughter in the house,"
"I can come too?" Zoe's soft brown eyes lit up with something I hadn't seen in her in awhile, delight.

"Of course, I'm even letting you design your own room," I added.

"Can Harley help?" Zoe chirped, "I love her hair,"

"Of course, Sugar Plum!" She was sitting up in bed, her arms stretched into a V above her head.

I had to laugh at that. "I guess you'll be an interior designer for us. Maybe a roommate too?"

Zoe clapped her hands together as she jumped up in down, smiling and squealing brightly.

Harley's eyes searched mine, first in confusion, then widening in delight. "You mean it?" Her voice barely above a whisper.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," I replied, surprised I found my voice as I approached her, planting a kiss on her forehead. When I pulled away, I noticed there was a bandage on her left jawline. I don't remember J hitting her there. I tilted my head slightly. She seemed to notice my questioning stare.

"Oh! I got a tattoo removed!" She chirped.

"Rotten?" My lips twitched upward slightly.

"Yeah," she replied, mirroring my half smile. "I'm not rotten. Mistah J made me feel that way, but I don't think I ever was,"

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Next Story: "Domesticated," Harley and Floyd adjust to life outside of Belle Reve, back in the real world. While navigating through a newly committed and domesticated relationship. While doing this, Harley, Floyd, and Zoe become an unconventional family.