This is the sequel to "And to All a Good Night" and "Queen of Hearts". It has The Dark Knight Joker, but he acts a little more like the animated series Joker. :D Hope you like, read and review!

PS- it's a Batman Begins Crane too, in case you couldn't tell. This is a little short, but the next one should be up in a few days :)

3 Girl talks with a friend

"How are you doing, Harley?" Pamela asked her a week later.

"Oh, pretty good, Red," Harley said. "It kinda hurts ta move, though."

"Have you been taking your medicine?" Pamela asked, straightening up. She was helping out around the place, cooking, cleaning, whatever. But the only thing she'd cook was meat, because she wouldn't 'serve' plants to anyone.

Would that be like cannibalism? Harley wondered idly. "Yeah, I am."

"Are you feeling okay?" Red asked, "Because I can get Jon to come and get a look at you."

"Oh, I'm fine," Harley waved her off. "So…you and Jon, huh?"

"Yeah," Pam said, collapsing on the other end of the couch. "How long did you know?"

"A couple of weeks," Harley said, smiling. "But it was a little obvious when you started making out with him when I was shot."

Pamela shrugged. "I decided I didn't want to hide anymore. You had gotten shot and I just thought –what if that had been Jon? Life is too short to just let something like that stay in the dark."

"Yeah," Harley sighed. "Family's a great thing to have," she said wistfully.

"Harley," Pam said, frowning, "What's wrong?"

"Nothin'," Harley said.

"Harl…" Pam said, drawing out the word. "There's something you're not saying. What is it?"

"I like kids," Harley said softly.

Pamela raised an eyebrow.

"All this talk of family made me think of it," Harley said.

Pamela propped her chin onto her elbow and stared across at Harley. "You want kids, Harley?"

"Pretty stupid, huh?" the blond said. "A super-villainess who wants kids. 'Yeah, honey, lemme get a babysitter for the kiddos while we go and rob a bank or somethin'."

"You don't have to get a sitter," Pam said. "You could just call me." She grinned.

"Har de har har," Harley said, sadly and sarcastically. "Doesn't matter 'cause I can't have 'em anyway."

Pamela blinked. Regret was written all over Harley's face. And her heart ached in response. "Well, that probably makes two of us," she said. "Toxins aren't really the best for pregnancy."

"What a pair, huh?" Harley asked. "I guess you really do like Jon more than plants."

"Yeah," Pamela said. "I guess I do." She hesitated. "Have you told the Joker about …all of this?"

"Nah," Harley said. "Figured there wasn't much point in bringing it up, since he can't help. It's me that's the problem."

Pam gave her an impulsive hug, and Harley winced, but then hugged her back.


Behind the door, the Joker made a face. What was it with girls and kids? Sure, they could be cute, and all, but they were annoying sometimes. He ran a hand over his face, smearing the makeup. Oh boy, this was going to be a problem. When girls got ideas into their heads, they wouldn't let go.

He walked outside, almost bumping into Crane. "I wouldn't go in there if I was you," he told him.

"Why?" Crane asked, raising a brow over his blue eyes.

"They're talking about babies."

"What?" the Scarecrow exclaimed.

Yeah, his reaction exactly.

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