One Bad Day

Love

Harley's POV

A few days later my pain became much more manageable. Bats was able to get me some morphine thankfully. It was a life saver. It's difficult being in this underground bunker of Bruce's. It was a lot like being in a cell without a window. It was like Arkham or a Black Site Prison. The air, despite the ventilation system, always seemed so stale. Honestly I thought Mistah J would be the first to go stir crazy, but no. He's too enamored by Lucy.

She rarely leaves his arms for anything. He literally always has her in his arms! He eats holding her, watches TV holding her. The only time I get to hold her is when he goes to the bathroom and that's seriously about it. And because Mistah J never sleeps, he's up with her during the night too. Ivy tells me that at night he paces slowly and talks to her. Sometimes he hums her some song that Ivy can't make out. She says that he looks like he's at peace when he holds Lucy.

I agreed with that. He did seem at peace when he was with Lucy. It was like Jack appeared when he had Lucy. The murderer, the psychopath, the court jester, it was as if they weren't allowed to come out when Lucy was around. No one was complaining about his lack of personalities and mood swings, I assure you. We didn't feel on guard all the time. We didn't have to worry about tiny things setting him off. It was as if Lucy gave him a perfect balance. More so than any antipsychotic medication ever could.

Mistah J enters the room with Lucy in his arms and coos, "Good morning mommy. You look beautiful today."

His cheery demeanor since Lucy was born is still a little hard for me to swallow. He generally only became this excited when plotting against Bats or when he was enjoying a homicide. "Morning," I smile at them both. His smile is so broad and completely genuine.

"Guess what," he gleams as he stares down at Lucy in his arms, "I told her a joke last night and she laughed! HaHa! Isn't that something? Oh Harley, she has the cutest little laugh. I wish you could have seen it."

"You're always holding her," I slightly pout, "You don't give the rest of us the time to catch any little laughs."

Mistah J's eyes quickly look up at me. "Am I hogging the baby? I'm sorry. I just can't stop looking at her. Every day something changes. One day all I see is you in her, but then it's gone and I see myself. I guess I just don't want to miss anything. I mean...shes mine, a real piece of me. I honestly didn't know how I would feel about her before she came. But the second I looked down and there she was, just this tiny slippery person in my hands. In that first moment I felt...I never knew I could love another human being so much."

I couldn't believe the bond he had made with Lucy. Usually the Joker is someone who can't bond with anyone. But then, as I mentioned, when Lucy was around I only saw Jack. And I am blown away at what a natural father he was. There was no doubt about how much he loves his daughter. I loved seeing it, I did, but I know how things the Joker finds passionate end up turning into obsessions.

"I always knew you were capable of loving," I say.

"I didn't," he says looking down at Lucy in amazement. "I thought any part of me that could love died a long time ago. After Jeannie..." He shakes his head in disbelief. "But then here you come into my life. You were the only woman who was ever interested in the Joker. The only one to take me as I was. You didn't seem to want to change me at all, you just wanted to jump my bones. It was quite an odd situation for me. Once my appearance changed I scared people, especially women. Sometimes it was even difficult to buy sex. I guess it's just good that my mind didn't seep into the gutters much." He softly giggles.

"Mmm. I think my mind's in the gutter now Mistah J," I smile wide. He did look particularly handsome this morning. He was absolutely glowing.

His head quickly pops up, "By the way, I was meaning to ask you how long it would be before we can...you know safely, and with the doctors blessing."

"Six weeks," I say.

"Six weeks!!?? Are you fucking kidding me?! That's 42 days! Are you sure that six was followed by weeks?! Maybe she said days!!"

"Ask the doctor yourself," I shrug.

"Why so long? Isn't it possible before then? I mean...is it an elasticity thing? Cuz you didn't actually...you know, there was no stretching so..."

I chuckle, "I don't know puddin. I was wondering why it would take so long also. Just telling you what the doctor said. But there's still things that mommy can do for daddy."

His eyebrows raise and he look at me attentively. "Things?" He smirks, "Daddy likes the sound of that. However, I think that show and tell will have to at least wait until the stitches are removed. Wouldn't want to risk popping any of them?" He pauses, "No. No. I'm lying. I don't care about the stitches." I laugh so hard I actually hurt myself. "Careful, I don't want to break you," he chuckles too. His smile then fades into a humbled look.

"I love you Mistah J."

He smiles at me and walks over to the bed. He lowers Lucy down into my arms, being very delicate with her head. "How about my ladies hang out together for a bit?" He places a kiss on Lucy's forehead, then one on mine as well, "Daddy's going to have a very long, very cold shower. HaHaHa!"

I laughed with him. It was a little strange to me still that Mistah J wanted me. In the beginning it was almost impossible to touch him. He would push me away, run away himself, or try ignoring me all together. Now when I touch him he gets this mischievous twinkle in his eyes. He's always ready now, always willing to be seduced. It was going to be a long six weeks before we could have sex again. If we can even hold out that long.