Joker and Harley One Shots

The Heir To the Throne

Hey guys! This is a much requested one shot from my Instagram, so I hope you guys like it! This story does have some dark themes and mature content so read at your own risk! This is after suicide Squad has happened and Harley and Joker are NOT married but have a child. Hope you like it! xxx

      "Harley!" His yell echoed through the enormous house. The baby's cries were fueling his rage. Why did she leave him alone with the baby? She rushed to his side. "Yes puddin!" She said, taking the baby from his arms. She soothed her with an old yet dark nursery rhyme she had made up. Harley  shooshed the baby until she fell asleep. She walked her to her crib by the window overlooking Gotham. The heir to their kingdom was snoozing away peacefully. She smiled and began laughing quietly as to not wake the baby. Joker joined her, laughing a little too loudly. Harley raised a finger to his lips and he immediately paused. He groaned and rolled his eyes. He batted at the baby's mobile with a diamond, club, heart, and spade. He walked away, holding his head in his hands, his face full of rage. She rushed to him, clasping her hands on either of his cheeks.

     He pushed her away and she fell to the floor. "Puddin!" He turned around. "Harley- I haven't been myself. Harls- I think I'm losing it." She giggled. "You've already lost it baby." She got up, and walked to the couch. The baby snoozed away, if only she knew the life she was born into.

Flashback:
Harley stood ice cold at the edge of the tub, clutching the pregnancy test. She felt numb. She was so overjoyed but fought it. She could celebrate when her puddin came home. Now was time to act. It had two bars, which stood for positive. The decision of calling or waiting to tell him killed her. She squealed anxiously and held protectively to where her thin form was beginning to have a small bump. "Harls! I'm home!" She lit up at the satisfaction in his voice. She bounded down the black staircase, noticing how brilliantly the gold flecks reflected her beaming face in the black marble of the staircase. "Comin puddin!" She squealed, and embraced him. He was genuinely confused. She was always here for him, but never was she this excited. "Uh- Harley?" He said, prying her from him. She noticed Jonny Frost standing behind him. "Leave Frost." Joker said with a whistle. Jonny Frost left and Harley stuck her tongue out at him. "Harley- what's wrong?" He had said. He actually cared about her, and only about her. He had no empathy which made his mad killing sprees all the easier. His only feelings left were all thrown to her. She traced his chest tattoo. "I gotta big surprise puddin." She said with a giggle. "Oh yeah? Well I hate surprises." He said, smiling at his own joke. "Cmon puddin." She said, stepping up the stairs. He followed her and let out a groan. She ran to the bathroom and pulled out the test. He entered, taking off his shirt and revealing his tattoo littered chest. She held it out to him and he grinned so huge she let out a little sigh. He hugged her close but let go. He fell to the floor with his head in his hands. "Puddin what's-" he stood up, pinning her wrists. He pulled in close to her, his ragged breath heavy with alcohol. Oh no. "Harley- are you joking? How are we supposed to do this? To raise a kid? " he was dead serious, Harley's smile slowly faded. He let go of her, turning out of the room. She sunk to the floor, pondering. How the hell were they going to raise a child? The question rattled around her twisted mind, trying to finally find that voice of doctor Harleen Quinzel. But when she needed the know it all doctor, she was silent. Probably trying to figure it out herself.

     Present:
Joker sat down next to Harley, and she got up. He surveyed all of Gotham through the glass wall. Harley walked to be behind him and began working his shoulders, working out years of pain and anxiety. He let out something between a moan and groan, and rolled his eyes back in his head. She loved when he did that. He instantly relaxed, any rage he had left in him, any built up feelings disappeared. She stared him lovingly into his eyes. She finished when he got up, walking into his office and closing the door. He started yelling at some guy who probably messed with him. Harley walked to their bedroom, and the grand gold bed in the middle wasn't made. She knew he would be pissed so she made it up, placing the black and gold pillows at the head and pulling up all the rich sheets and covers. She walked to the bathroom when she finished, surveying herself in the mirror. She eyed her collarbone where there were several small bruises and laughed silently. She admired her new tattoo on her wrist which read out "Lacey" for the new young Quinn. She snapped out of her hazy trans when she heard Lacey cry out. She rushed to her crib only wearing an oversized t-shirt of Joker's. He was standing, rocking her in his arms, making Harley melt. "Can it Harls!" He snapped with a wild laugh.
     She hugged him from behind, and pulled herself to his bare skin. Those strong arms that had hit her hard in the past were now so lovingly securing the heir to their throne as the princess of Gotham.  "Does this thing come with a damn mute button?" She giggled and came in front of him, placing the whimpering Lacey back in her crib. Harley skipped to the kitchen, humming. Joker loved when she did that. She looked just like a little kid. She fixed up a formula in the purple bottle. Purple was Joker's favorite color and she knew it. All the little things that made him tick. She came back in the room, and gently handed the two month old the bottle, silencing the whining child.

       She walked to Joker, who was sitting on the edge of the couch. "Hey I tried but the kid doesn't like me." He said, shrugging. He was so sane. Something wasn't right. "Puddin- what's wrong?" She said, sitting in his lap, tracing his tattoos. He couldn't tell her. She had enough on her plate. But he knew it would eat away at her until she collapsed. He had to tell her. "Well Harls, it seems I'm going back to Arkham." She sank into him, and stopped tracing his tattoos. "No- pu-puddin you can't!" She was angry, and she pushed herself off of him, walking to the crib. "Don't talk to me that way!" He growled, and she put a protective arm above Lacey. He walked to her, touching her throat lightly, a small threat. He had rage. Intense rage that not even a massage could help escape the hell that was his mind. He pushed her against the glass by her throat, but the baby awoke with a small cry. Something inside him snapped. He let go of Harley, and she fell to the floor gasping for air. "I have to go Harley. I gotta bust out a few guys and get some backgrounds on Wayne. I'll only be gone a few days." He said, running his hands through his hair. Why was he like this? She did nothing but love him. She had his child for gods sake! He couldn't help it. He hurt her repeatedly until he couldn' t feel. Really feel. He leaned down to where she was in the floor, the cogs of his twisted mind trying to comprehend an "apology" or "feelings". He shuddered at the words. He just kissed her and vanished. She would not crack ever. She was a diamond. Diamonds don't crack, she reminded herself, and got up shakily. Joker slammed his office door. She picked up Lacey. "If you grow up with that smile I'll be so damn proud." She sang the last verse of her old rhyme she wrote on the Arkham walls. She sighed. This was the life she signed up for.