This takes place right after Harleys Accident.

Jokers POV
I tried to grab her but she was already gone she had leaped off the plat form then I was grabbed and we jumped out of the 3rd story window. I was placed into handcuffs and I didn't even try and escape she was gone My Harley my life. He threw me in the back of a black van and I just closed my eyes trying to remember her when we where gone.
When Harley was Pregnant
"Harley come on honey were gonna be late for your doctors appointment." Joker Spoke
"I'm coming I want to known if the baby is a boy or girl more than you I'm ready lets go." Harley Spoke
I was pulled up and was forced to stand up they walked me threw the building til we approached a stair case where they lead me down. Took me threw two sets of doors and into a cell their was a jump suit that was grey. I changed into it and layed on the bed I had fallen asleep but was woken up by a nocking at the glass. I shot up and noticed it was one of the guards he had a notebook in his right hand and a pen in his left.
"Look who decide to wake up now what are some of the stuff you wants to make it feel more like home some stuff might be declined." The Guard asked
"Drawing paper, Canvases, Paint, Colored Pencils, and pictures of Harley from my Fun house in the box labeled Family." The Joker Spoke
"I believe we can do that I'll get back to you." He stated
The guard had left and I layed back down I thought what have I done the love of my life was dead and so was child. It was going to be a girl we where going to name her Lilith we had her room set up a White Crib with Purple Flowers on it. It was just an accident really but I lost it I lost her my daughter was gone and so was fiancé. I was happy with Harley we had a life and we where engaged about to have a baby and I was broken I was Crazy I was the Joker. I had rolled off the bed and hit the concrete floor it hurt but I looked around to see several blank canvases, A sketch Book, a bucket full of paint and colored penciled. What my surprise was a box labeled Family they had really gotten it for me I opened the top and their was a box full of Pictures of Harley and me together. It was 2am in the morning and I pulled out of the canvas and Paint and I painted a picture of her when we first met. Me laying on the couch talking about my issues and her Harleen Quinnzel my psychologist. And hung it up I grabbed another and painted her by memory in her jester costume smiling and hung it up on the wall. I painted a picture of Harley while she was Pregnant with me like a family photo I had painted more and more and walls where covered.
About a week later ish...
I hadn't talked to much people members of the Suicide Squad took shifts watching me like a guard but I always just sat and painted, drew pictures, or looked at the box full of them. But today was different I she had never guarded me before she was the only other girl on the team her name Killer frost.
"Your killer frost aren't you,were you one of her friends.?" Joker spoke
"I go by frost and yes we where friends she was the only other girl on the team." Frost Spoke
"Do as you please I'm just gonna draw some more." Joker said sadly
"You are a very nice drawler." Frost stated
"Thank you." Joker spoke
I sat their for hours and just painted pictures but the one I painted was the sonogram of Lilith the last one we got before she died.
"Its my time to go my shift is over." Killer frost spoke
"Bye." Joker stated
She got out of her chair and walked to the door nocked and then left the room I was alone again it was 7pm and the guard brought in my diner. It a sandwich with chips and drink they had watch me eat so i would try anything. I ate quickly and he left I layed in my bed thinking about Harley tomorrow morning was her funeral and I wasn't even allowed go but she deserved a memorial piece. I grabbed another blank canvas and drew Harley before her accident before everything. Her pale skin, big red lips, blue eyes with her glasses, and lastly her long blond hair I added the finish touch at the bottom
Harleen Quinnzel 1981-2016.
When the guard came to pick it up for the funeral I was asleep and he dropped off more supplies and canvases for me to use. I felt Broken my heart was Broken I was the Broken the Joke I had lost everything I cared about My daughter and now my Harley who am I now...