"Where is he?! How could you leave him, Bats?!"

Harley was hysterical, crying her eyes out and every time Alfred tried to calm her and get her to sit down, she managed to throw something at Bruce, who was holding a cold bag against his swollen head and trying to avoid Harley's proyectiles.

"I can see you can finally walk by yourself, Quinn. But your aiming hasn't improved at all– Hey! Enough!" Bruce was hit by a large pillow and the harlequin finally fell on her knees, exhausted and when her legs finally gave in, Alfred was next to her in an instant, helping her to the closest couch.

"Alfie, what if he's hurt?" she whispered miserably, looking up at the old man with desperate eyes. Alfred sat next to the trembling girl and traced circles on her back as she sobbed like a little girl.

"I am sure he is fine. You need to stay calm, dear." the butler said softly, trying to comfort her.

Bruce wondered when did they become so close. He somehow felt happy that Alfred was growing attached to Harley; he was a loving man and Bruce was never an affective person. The crazy girl and the old man had created a bond and that was the closest to a daughter or granddaughter Alfred would ever have.

The sound of a door bursting open startled the group of people and the Joker stormed into the library, his eyes immediately searching for his girl. As if by magic, Harley got up and walked as fast as she could toward him, throwing herself into his arms.

"Don't you dare do that to me again, Puddin! Ever!" Harley buried her face on his chest, sobbing into his skin and letting him hold her tight. Alfred was the first one to notice the large bruise on Joker's cheek and left the room to get the first aid kit without being asked.

J picked her up effortlessly and placed her gently back on the couch, it was just then that Harley became aware of the severe bleeding on his cheek and her sobbing became even worst.

"Oh kitten, it's ok. It's just a scratch." he kneeled next to her, his hand traveling from her legs to the bump on her belly.  If she was reacting like this with a bruise, he could only expect the worst when she found out about his demented resuscitated ex wife.

It took Alfred almost half an hour to stitch J's cheek, most of that time trying to convince Harley that he had done it a thousand times on Bruce's injuries and he knew perfectly well what he was doing. When it was finally over, the Joker carried his crying girlfriend up to their room, leaving a tired Alfred and a jaded Bruce Wayne behind.

They laid for hours in silence as he tried to calm her. Their noses almost touching, his fingers caressing her face, her hand covering the wound on his cheek in return. J didn't know if it was a good idea telling her about Jeannie, considering how easily she was breaking down due to the pregnancy and her constant delicate state. But he knew that Harley would eventually find out, it was like she could read him like an open book. She had the keys to her head and heart.

"Who did this to you?" she finally whispered, tears running down her cheeks. "Your beautiful face, Puddin. Just tell me and I will kill them. I'll cut them into pieces and then–"

Harley was interrupted by his lips. His face hurt terribly when he kissed her, but he couldn't care less. As long as he felt her warm body next to him, the whole world could burn to ashes and go to hell.

"It doesn't matter, angel," he mumbled against her lips, "you're not killing anymore. Is that clear? Ever again."

Harley pushed him away gently, knowing perfectly well he was hiding something from her so she forced him to sit on the bed and straddled his body. He was not going anywhere.

"What happened? Just tell me, Puddin. Was it him? Was it Daemon? Why did you ask Bats to leave without you?"

J's eyes darted away from her, searching for the right words to say so she wouldn't freak out. But he knew that no matter how he said it, the reaction would be the same.

"She's alive, Harls." he started and carefully told her everything, every single detail. By the time he finished, Harley was red with anger, eyes filled with tears.

"I just can't believe she keeps coming back to your life one way or another. Dead or alive she's too important and I just can't stand it!" she groaned and leaned against him, burying her forehead on his neck, "She hurt your heart and she hurt your face! Why won't you let me kill her right now? You're defending her!"

"Hey, hey, hey... what are you talking about, kid? I just don't want that woman to get anywhere near you." the Joker cupped her face with his hands and kissed her repeatedly all over her face, "She means nothing to me! That witch is nothing like you. You're beautiful, loyal, cunning, real and you love me unconditionally. You are everything I ever wanted and everything I will ever need."

"You sweet talker." she said between sniffles. The Joker's heart melted seeing her like that, it was in her most vulnerable moments he realized how young she was compared to him. His little girl.

"I just wish I had met you before. But considering you were in diapers when I was in my twenties, it would've been so creepy." they both laughed and he sighed with relief when Harley finally stopped crying.

The sun was rising and the light had started to peer through the curtains. It was just then that the couple became aware of the amount of hours they had spent awake but neither of them seemed to be tired. The Joker smirked and got up from the bed, Harley in his arms. He opened the doors that led to the balcony and gently, he set her down on her bare feet.

"Wait here," he said before entering the room. Music started playing and Harley giggled when he stepped out once more, pulling her close to his chest.

"This song is yours, Harley. And I want you to remember how much I love you every single time you listen to it." he said as they started dancing slowly to the song he had chosen for her, a song that was playing the very first night they spent together. "You're in my blood, baby. You and Lucy are the reason of my existence."

He stopped and kneeled before her, his mouth at the level of her belly. The clown pressed his mouth against it and kissed it before speaking loud enough for Harley to listen clearly, "Lucy, if I asked your mommy to marry me, what would she say?"

And that, as far as she could remember, was the easiest question she had to answer.