SO SORRY IT HAS BEEN A WHILE! Work has taken over my life. So, now, I bring you a new chapter. Hope you like it!

From the moment that her baby was taken from her, Harley seemed to change. Her wails rang through the cells of every patient in Arkham. If anything, it upset Joker way more than anyone thought.

"Come on, Harley. Let's break out of this dump already. Have a little fun on the town," he tried the next day. He had found her sitting with a sad demeanor. Ivy and he were granted time to visit her.

She looked dazed as she shook her head. "No, Puddin'. We can't just leave. They won't let us see little Nettie if we escape." Her blue eyes welled with fresh tears.

The clown rolled his eyes. "Then we'll just kidnap her. It's as easy as pie."

Harley shot up from where she sat, looking angry. "We don't even know where she is! I ain't risking anything no more!" Then she sat to her sobs again.

Frustrated with her screaming at him, it took Joker every bone in his body not to slap her. She was acting foolish.

Before he could say anything, his collar was yanked by Ivy, who gave him a death glare.

"Stop being so foolish and leave her alone. She has her reason to grief. Just because you don't care about getting your daughter back, doesn't mean you have to ruin anything for Harley!" she snapped.

Joker rolled his eyes. Not that he would admit it, but he actually cared a good bit about the situation. It wasn't all about being in Arkham either. For some reason, he felt attached to the baby. Besides, seeing Harley upset over something that wasn't him made him uncomfortable.

But he'd never confess that to anyone. "Can't a guy make things fun?" he replied.

"'Fun' is what got us all into this stupid mess. Face it. If you wouldn't have had to go shoot up a museum when Harley was pregnant, none of us would be here!"

"Or maybe you would have just not come for me?" he answered slowly, knowing Ivy's complaints already. Harley needed him, yada yada yada.

Dr. Leeland stepped in. "Harley, Joker. Come with me." She didn't seem as pissed or stern as she usually did. Harley hoped only for good news.

"Are we gettin' outta here? Are we allowed to leave?" Harley asked in a small voice.

The doctor shook her head as they walked. "No, Harley. We just have someone here who wants to talk to the both of you." She led them to a room where sessions were usually held.

Sitting there was an African American woman with a kind face. She gave a soft smile to them.

Joker scoffed. "What is this? Couples counseling?"

Dr. Leeland ignored the remark. "I'll be in the hall if there is any trouble." Looking at the three one more time, she left.

The woman stood up politely. "I'm Vivien Reid, a social worker and psychologist in Gotham. I was contacted to help with you two and your child."

Harley's eyes widened in despair. "Is this the way they're tellin' us we're never seeing her again?" It sounded as if she was holding back a sob.

Vivien shook her head, helping her to sit down. "Oh, honey, that's not it. I'm just here to make sure her foster family is good. I'll also visit with you two to see how safe I would find you around Marionette."

"We can't be that bad. Harley carried her pretty much to term," Joker smirked. It was true, at least. Marionette could have easily been killed by him.

Vivien only looked slightly horrified. "Well, it is just a standard thing. . ." She reached into her bag for papers. "Marionette was taken in by a couple earlier today. Ian and Linda Whitman."

Harley's lip quivered, but Vivien continued. "They seem very nice, don't worry. Very religious, but I think it will be good for your daughter."

"Oh great. The kid's gonna be throwing bibles at us," Joker whined, crossing his arms. Might as her to Batsy."

Vivien seemed to be hiding a smile. "Now let me look at your records." She flipped through a folder. "Miss Quinzel, you are twenty-eight?"

Harley nodded, eyes glassy. "Uh huh." She didn't even correct her to be called Harley.

"I see you had a doctorate. And you worked here even. Nonetheless, you still seem to be very bright from what's written." Vivien looked sympathetic.

Harley just shrugged in return. An unintelligible mumble came from her lips.

Vivien scrolled through more papers. "Joker . . .nothing very official here. Just a lot about your crimes. Miss Quinzel, there is quite a few of that for you too." Joker gave a proud grin.

"That's a huge problem if you want to get Marionette back. Even if I thought you should have her back, I'd seem hypocritical at the moment. I'm going to have quite a few appointments with you both. Maybe even stop to see your visits with Mar- are you okay, dear?"

Harley was whimpering, looking shakier than ever. Vivien took a tissue from her pocket and put a hand on the blonde's shoulder.

"I-I just. . ." Harley blew her nose.

As he looked at her, Joker felt a knot in his stomach. It was stressful to him to see her this way. He just didn't get why. So he didn't move a muscle.

"Stop your blubbering," he told her, no sympathy in his voice.

"Harley, listen, okay? Don't feel frightened over this. I know it hurts, but I'm going to do my best for you. Okay? You'll get a visit from her soon enough," Vivien told her gently. She looked up at the other criminal kindly. "You will too."

He snorted in reply. "A total miracle."

Vivien only nodded slightly. "Today was just for me to let you both know everything that is going on and to be acquainted. I should be back next week about the same time to do more ." She stood up. "It was good meeting you both."

She patted Harley's back. "It'll be okay, dear. I promise." Opening the door, Vivien left and Dr. Leeland returned.

"I hope you both liked her," she said, leading them back to their previous location.

Harley shrugged sadly. "She's okay."

Joker said nothing. He doubted that the woman was going to help them. He wished Harley would grow up and let him go and him go get her his way. If Harley wanted their baby so bad why couldn't he? He didn't even trust those foster parents. . . He wasn't stupid. He heard the stories about sine if those foster families.

"What about you?" He was taken from his thoughts by the doctor. He gave her a look of boredom and lied.

"I couldn't care less about any of this."

Looks like sosomeone's a softie! Haha, have a lovely day!