So, I'm really glad to see some of you like this story! This chapter will have more dialogue and more depth. Of course, Joker is still an asshole for the most part, but can you really expect him as so sweet and supportive? Nah, me either. Also, I hate how newer versions of Harley are very slutty and sleeping with everyone. I don't think she would, per say, because they aren't her puddin'.

"You seriously must be kidding, Harley."

Ivy stood in front of her best friend in shock. Harley had just told her the news of being pregnant. Not only did the redhead find it ridiculous, she also was trying not to gag at the fact that the Joker was the father. So there she stood, hand on hip with an eyebrow raised.

Harley shook her head, looking down a little bit. "I took about four of those tests. . .all came out as positive as I am crazy."

With a sympathetic sigh, Ivy sat down next to her. "Are you actually planning on staying there with him? Do you actually think he'll want a child?" Even an idiot could see that there would be no safety for that kid. Harley was really smart, but. . .

"I-I'm. . sure he'll lighten up to the idea after a while," the blonde tried, giving a weak smile. "Mistah J might actually be really happy."

"What about your precious hyenas? Will they be nice to a child?" Though they were loving to Harley, they were still vicious creatures.

Harley nodded. "The babies will be so sweet to their new brother or sister. They're sweethearts all of the time. I gave 'em a doll before. I mean, Bud. . .he ripped it's head off, but that's only a doll!" She flashed a grin, even though she still felt nervous.

Ivy knew that Harley would not give in. The easiest thing she could say was "If you're sure. . but you know I'm always here to help out. I really don't trust that psychotic clown with a baby." Her guess was that if it started crying, he would throw it out of the window.

"Thanks, Red. I really appreciate it. I just don't know how I'm gonna feel about gettin' fat." She looked at her stomach which, of course, was flat as usual. In a short nine months, it'd be different.

"You'll be fine. Just-" Ivy was cut off by the sound of her door being ripped open. Standing there was the clown prince himself. He did not look very happy at all.

"Heya, Puddin'. How'd ya. . .find me," Harley laughed nervously, standing up. Her grin dropped as soon as he held up a bag of her pregnancy tests.

"Harley, is this one of your jokes? Because, let me tell you, it's not funny." He threw them on the ground in frustration, causing Ivy to stand up in defense of Harley.

The harlequin whimpered, looking at him with wide eyes. "No. . .no, Puddin'. It's. . .I, uh. . . they're actually. . .true. But. . . haha. . . here's the kicker. . . You're the daddy." He was the only one it could have been. She was no whore.

She almost jumped back in fear. The look on his face was one of anger. It usually ended with her getting a bruise or a busted lip. But he did not hit her. He screamed instead. "WHAT?"

"Listen, clown. Either you let her keep her baby, or she's going to have to leave you," Ivy spoke up, narrowing her eyes.

The Joker looked back at Harley with vicious eyes. "Is this true, Harleen? You'd leave working with me over a silly baby?" That just screamed ridiculous to him. Harley pretty much worshipped the ground he laid bombs on.

Harley looked at Ivy like she was crazy, before shaking her head. "Of course not, Mistah J!" Stand up for yourself, Harley. "But. . .but I don't wanna give up my baby."

The Joker frowned at her. "What the hell would we do with a baby? Just take it around in a stroller while we rob banks? I don't think so." He could have slapped himself for saying that. He knew Harley would actually do that now that he gave her the idea.

She almost grinned in excitement, but looked ashamed. Ivy spoke instead. "I will be able to care for the child, whether you like that idea or not."

"I don't."

"Then Harley will just have to stay at home with the baby while you go out alone." Ivy smirked at him, waiting for his retort.

The Joker stood frozen. He was not going to let Harley stay home. In a way. . .he may need her, not that he'd say it. "She'll have to do that for nine months anyways."

"I could still go with ya. No one will hit a pregnant lady. . ." Harley smiled shyly.

"Pregnancy never stopped me," he mumbled, knowing he had probably harmed at least five pregnant women before.

"Well none of your enemies are as psychotic as you. Besides, maybe it's a sign to calm down on your stupid crimes," Ivy sassed. She liked crimes too, but she wanted to break the man.

"I will never stop with my crimes! I'd feed myself to the hyenas before I did that!" He looked back at Harley sharply. "Are you sure you want this thing? I could get you another pet or something."

Harley nodded with bravery. "I. . I really do, Puddin'. But it's not a thing or a toy. It's a baby. We'll have a little family. Someone to pass on your name for generations. . ." In her head, she daydreamed about a little child running around causing pranks and mischief. It was so cute to her.

The green haired man rolled his eyes. "Fine. I don't care if you have to stay home either! Just don't expect much responsibility from me." Though in his mind, the fact of a namesake sounded wonderful. If it was a boy of course. A girl wouldn't be bad ei- shut up.

Harley hugged him tightly with a squeal. "Oh, Mistah J, we're gonna be parents! Aren't you excited?"

He glared at her, but caught the frown on Ivy's face. "Overjoyed," he said dryly. He patted her stomach. "Way to go, champ." He hugged her back barely half heartedly. But to himself, and to himself only, he smiled only a little.

He knew these nine months were not going to be fun at all, but at least he'd get a gain from it.

Harley not always bugging him.

Which was, well, definitely wrong.

Chapter 2 is now done c: Don't worry, things will get more interesting after the baby is born and grows a little. I hoped you liked!