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Destruction and light.

Chapter one - Carnal and animal.

His hands were on her side, waking her from the lull of sleep, had she been asleep for so long that he felt the need to wake her up?

There was a sense of urgency in his touch, the way his fingers gripped at her skin.

She fluttered her eyes open and looked up at him, it was dark outside and the only light was coming from the bathroom.

She couldn't see him clearly, just the outline of him, the subtle way his hair looked in the darkness, how it could almost be black if you didn't pay it much attention. The reaching light made his pale skin almost glow and she suddenly understood.

It was the middle of the night, she really hadn't slept that long.

It was the middle of October, summer was gone, the nights were getting colder and that meant less nights out on the town, more nights down in the club dancing and performing for him. The snow wasn't due for another month or so, the ice hadn't frozen the water but still the air was cold and her urging him to crawl into bed with her, even if he couldn't sleep was never a request long denied.

"Puddin?" she yawned sleepily and turned so that she was on her back, mewling happily when he leaned in and kissed her lips. Slow and languid, with no hurry, his hands finding a better hold of her sides, rubbing the flesh under her shirt.

Harley let herself come out of the sleepy daze, he wanted her.

Her puddin could act so disinterested, god knew what the world thought of their private life. What their men thought, the women. She'd over heard one stupid bitch in the bathroom of the club.

"Ya know they can't be sleepin' together, she probably goes around fucking every guy she can get her hands on."

That woman was now buried at the beach, still classified as missing.

No matter the sex, man or woman, no one insulted the Queen of Gotham.

Some people thought their intimacy wasn't more than a bad joke with a hard punchline or BDSM but they had no idea. She has indulged in that sort of play, taking pain and making it pleasure, torn between screaming in agony and crying out in ecstasy. To become completely submissive to him, putting her very life in his hands for the sake of their gratification, nearly passing out but he never let her loose consciousness, because he needed her response for his own enjoyment.

They didn't know, how could they?

It wasn't for their eyes, only for the two of them.

"Off now." He ordered huskily and she obliged, letting him watch as she pulled the offending shirt off her body, leaving her exposed to his want, smiling at the obvious emergency of his need.

How many women could claim to be wanted so much? None she bet, how many men had a woman who's eyes never strayed no matter how good looking a man was, that her lust and sexual drive was only for you?

No man other than her puddin was so lucky.

The tattoo on her lower stomach said it all, she'd asked him to put it there, he'd laughed at her, laughed hard enough to cry and done it anyway. Only asking her the why after he was done.

"So every time you see me naked, you know how lucky you are you have me." she'd smirked and then proceeded to show him what she meant.

Tonight though, he seemed more in control, aggressive and gentle at the same time, prodding her to join him in that lost world of theirs, where the only things that existed were lust, hunger, desire, love. Always love.

He still fought, she knew that, unwilling to let go of his denial. He'd never said it to her, not while she was awake. Only once, when he thought she was asleep, if he'd waited another few minutes, she would have been but she'd been just awake enough to hear those three sweetest words uttered from his lips.

She said it all the time, just crazy Harley and her love sick puppy disease but she meant them every time, no matter what she loved him unconditionally and when he'd uttered the words, she knew there was no doubt in him either.

He loved her, he loved her with a dark sort of purpose and she wouldn't trade it for anything.

His lips left her mouth and trailed down her neck, his breath burning her skin as she moaned out his name, the only time he didn't care what she called him, not the name he'd sworn he'd forgotten, that one didn't mean anything. Because it meant nothing to him, she called him his true name, the one he'd given himself. Joker, she breathed it over and over again as he explored her body. As if he had no idea what it was supposed to feel like, even though he had it memorized.

There was always something new to discover, a scar, a bump from a rotten landing, the edges of her tattoos that he gave her.

He was gentle because he wanted to learn it all, he wanted to learn every inch of her and that could only be done in slow, gentleness, not in rough rapid turbulence.

Yet aggression was there tonight, lingering on the edge and Harley ran her fingers through his hair and down his neck, playing her own game of discovery.

"You wanna play?" she purred, the sleep a disrupting interference now, her puddin wants her and anything that gets in the way of that is void.

"Yes." he growls and her whole body trembles at the sound, it's like an earthquake through her skin.

"Then play with me." She urges and moans when she feels his teeth against her breast, the aggression overthrowing the gentleness, sending sparks along her spine.

Harley let her head throw back into the many pillows and thrashed wildly, her legs instinctively adjusting, showing off her flexibility, her voice doing something no criminal ever should.

She begs, she begs that he stop his torment, the thing she knows he loves so much and to give her mercy, helpless, unashamed of that weakness right now, opening her eyes to see him staring up at her, the hunger unreadable in the darkness but she feels it pouring off him.

He's torn, between succumbing to her plea and his own need for domination but there's something about tonight, something that doesn't happen often enough for her to think on it.

He's been dreaming again, dark dreams, god knew where he went in them, his past, their present, their, future. She didn't know and he wouldn't tell her, he kept them secret inside himself, as if revealing them would somehow make them a reality, one that he didn't want to exist.

He would get like this, urgent, panicking, trying to remember every curve of her, everything that made her body her own.

A sickening feeling in her stomach to imagine the dreams he had of her, the ones that scared him so much that he felt almost, human.

Before he gives her what she desperately wants he leans into her ear, kissing the place right under it, pulling all of that focus to that single, private spot.

"Would you die for me?" he growls, already knowing the answer.

"Yes." she breaths, her calved running up the length of his body, pulling him closer.

"Would you live for me?" He asks, replaying the vows he'd made her promise to.

"Yes." she gasps, feeling his weight on her, how good it feels to have him there, to know that it's his body and no one elses, that her Joker loves her and wants her.

Harley gasps, this time it's her turn to speak, she's been aching to ask him, somehow this moment feels right.

"Would you kill for me."

"Yes." He growls eagerly, his need for her intensifying at her own questions.

"Would you seek me to the ends of the earth?" she gasps, her lips kissing the dip of his shoulder, knowing the tattoo that exists there, letting her whole body brush up against his.

"Yes." he snarls possessively and then he gives into her, becoming utterly lost inside of her and all she can do is cry out, it doesn't matter who hears them, they shouldn't be close enough to hear them anyway.

This whole place belonged to them, no one else had the right to pry or peek, these moments were theirs and only theirs.

Nothing else could matter, not the bat, not Gotham, not money or rivals, there was no obsession greater than theirs, hers for him, his for her. It would escalate for days after, maybe months just for this intimacy between them, their joint jealousy would cause lives to end, over protective and over reacting in their minds.

They were crazy, they both know it, they've been through too much between them not to have lingering scars that make them out of control.

Tomorrow it will start, the obsession, the threatening glares, the killing but neither cares. They love that almost as much as this, it's a high no drug could top.

"J." she cries and pulls his lips to hers, roughly demanding his kiss.

Every time he moves her body follows, her thighs nearly constricting to keep the closeness. He thrusts deep inside of her, pinning her down onto the mattress almost painfully,, his mouth always seeking her, her lips, her jaw, biting the pulse point of her throat, causing her to cry out, her nails digging into his back, his shoulders, trying to keep hold of her sanity.

He's driving her back into madness, the way he moves inside of her, his breathing, erratic and wild. The strength of his body, balancing himself up on only his hands and letting the rest of his being focus torturing her body with bliss.

He doesn't laugh, not once, the sounds he make are rumbling from deep in his chest, his stomach and she feels them through her, growls and roars of pleasure and she can't hold on for long, submitting without a fight to the rippling ecstasy, her eyes snapping open to stare at him, her whole body shaking violently but he isn't done with her, not yet, he'll have her in this state again, unsatisfied with only once, needing to hear her cries become reckless screams that echo through floors, through walls.

Had that truly happened a week before the car chase? Their date night? Their last date night.

Harley lay on the floor of her cell, staring up at the ceiling and remembering the beautiful moment, she thought of that single moment a lot, the night he'd woken her, lingering sweat as his dream overtook him, drove him nearly mad with whatever darkness he saw in them.

Had he seen this perhaps?

Had he somehow foreseen this terrible moment when they would be apart for so long?

She hoped he didn't, she hoped it was something less painful.

"I'm okay puddin, I'm okay." she mouthed up to the nothing, wishing there was someway to get to him.

"Chow time princess." Griggs voice breaks her calm mantra and she sits up, glaring daggers at him but smiling as she always does.

"Come on honey, come get your dinner." He places it on the ground as if she was an animal, pushing it through.

It's shameful but she gets up onto her hands and knees, playing the part they all expect, the part of crazy Harley Quinn, the clown's broken toy, crawling over to the tray of slop they dare call food.

"There ya go hotness, all the vitamins and minerals you both need." He declares, there are pills with the food, a little paper cup of water too. She has to hide the revolting gag at the tray.

It isn't even a metal tray, they don't trust her with such things, they shouldn't because she could turn it into a weapon in a day but that yellow stuff on her plate is poison disguised as garbage.

"Come on eat up there, If you're a good girl and eat I've got this for you." He pulls out a chocolate bar, she stares at it angrily, furious that he'd insult her like that and angrier still that she wants it, oh god does she want it.

She grins at him playfully, reaching down and taking the plastic fork and crossing her legs. Resting the tray on her swollen belly, Apologizing before hand to her daughter for the disgusting dinner they're about to have.

Sorry Eve, mommy wishes you could eat good food.

The name wasn't her idea, is was her puddin's idea, from her last... pregnancy. The son they'd lost, when she'd wanted to name him Jason, they'd discussed the possibility of a girl's name, in case she was so terribly wrong.

"Honey bun." She declared happily, rubbing her belly and looking at the flat surface in her mirror. "If it's not a boy she can have the name honey bun."

"Harley, puddin pop and honey bun are not names my child will be known for on the streets of Gotham."

She turned and grinned at him, still exposing the skin. She was already imagining how the tattoo on her stomach was going to stretch out. Almost lie her tummy was smiling.

"Okay, well I have another name in mind."

"Oh no honey, you already took claim on our son's name, my turn princess." He got up, stalking over to her almost dangerously, like he was going to hurt her but she didn't even flinch, he wouldn't, he wouldn't hurt her and risk their son.

He loved them both too much, she knew that in her heart.

"I'm picking it." He growled playfully and she giggled.

"Tell me." she urged excited that he was getting involved at all, she hadn't honestly expected him to be so interested.

He made a dramatic show of thinking, placing his hands on his chin, making loud sounds pacing back and forward, as if the name wasn't already in his mind.

"Tell me." she purred, backing him up with little barks, whining as he turned her around and sat her on the bed.

"Eve." he declared, ever the show man. "If you're carrying my daughter, I want her name to be Eve."

"Pretty, that is so pretty puddin, you are just gonna be the best daddy any little girl ever had." She started to cry, her hormones getting the better of her.

He rolled his eyes at her and stepped away, allowing her to have her moment of extreme over reaction.

Harley picked up the prenatal vitamins and takes all four of them, having already checked them against her knowledge to make sure they weren't giving her something else.

She ate her food without making a sound, keeping quiet of any unnecessary comments that might, excite the guards.

These men were cruel, pretending they were righteous when in reality they were self righteous. Bad men disguised as good.

She wondered what they'd do to her if she hadn't come in here with Eve in her belly. If the initial medical exam hadn't revealed what even she hadn't known.

"She's pregnant." the female doctor declared concerned. "Early stages, almost too early to detect."

And just like that the problem child known as Harley Quinn stopped fighting them, the only thing that could scare her was the loss of another baby, so she stopped fighting and pretended to become the meek little kitten they all thought she was, not the tigress who was expecting her cub, who would do everything for her little one, kill, destroy, annihilate.

She lived for that little girl, lived every breath for her and her daddy, took the pills, ate the food, pretended she was less dangerous than she truly was.

Still she hadn't been perfect, they'd confiscated her bed when she used the springs to stab a guard in the neck, for insinuating that her baby wouldn't know who her daddy was, that she probably didn't know who the daddy was.

Eve had a daddy, she had a daddy who would love her, cherish her and protect her. He would kill for the poor treatment, for their silent plans, for feeding the princess of Gotham garbage and letting her mother sleep on the cold, unforgiving floor.

He'd torture each and every one of them involved, rip them to shreds all in her name and he didn't even know she existed.

Oh honey bun, if only daddy knew. She thought sadly as she finished off the food.

She was five months along, they still had quite a few more months to go before Eve arrived.

What would they do then? Would they take her away from her? One of the guards had taunted that they were going to throw her in the foster care system, let her get a real mommy and daddy. She would not allow that to happen, if she had to, she'd have Eve right here in this cell and keep her safe from those animals.

Griggs threw the chocolate bar at her and she caught it without any issues.

"That's a good girl, now eat that up and you get a shower tonight."

She didn't speak, if she said anything she'd end up with voltage through her body.

They didn't care that she was pregnant, her baby was an abomination to them, the root of all evil, that's something she heard them say. The child of the clowns. Freaks breeding freaks.

They all knew though, for all their teasing, they knew that the Joker was the father of that child. They wanted to hurt Eve but they were scared to do it out right, they wanted to kill her, afraid of the unborn baby like they feared her daddy. They wanted Harley to make the mistake, they needed her to falter, justify the awful crime as self defense, that she hadn't given them a choice.

After Eve was born though, after she was safe outside of her body and protected from these monsters, then she'd show Griggs exactly what sort of monster she was and what happened when you messed with the people she loved.

"Harley?" He asked, testing if she was asleep, his voice barely a whisper as he ran his lips along her shoulder and neck.

She didn't answer, pretending to be asleep, knowing if he wanted her up, she'd pretend to wake up.

Satisfied that she was asleep he breathed in her hair, tracing kisses that made her fight a moan.

"I love you." he whispered very, very softly, before pulling her in close, possessively, protectively.

You were conceived that night Eve, my honey bun, my baby girl. Me and daddy made you that night, we're gonna go home one day princess and you're gonna have a whole empire to play with. They ain't gonna know what to do with you, the princess of crime, the Joker's little princess and my little Eveie.

A/N So this fic is dedicated to some very special reviewers, who have been amazing for my other stories and did request some more. Well, intimate scenes between J and Harley. If you read my other stories you know what I mean. So no, this chapter wasn't full on smut, I'm testing waters. Hopefully you guys enjoyed. It has been a while since I actually wrote a sex scene but hey, I think it looks okay. That's just me though.

Anyway, this little story was inspired after reading a few fics that were good plot wise but their execution was well, needed a little help. This is AU from my other stories, the beauty of the universal punch that made a hole in the universes, hehe. In this timeline, yes she has lost the first baby and got pregnant right before batman caught her. No, this did not happen in chaos's canon. She was not pregnant and lost Eve without realizing it. I'm reusing Eve just cause I don't wanna make another character up.

Anyway, please let me know what you think. Reviews are so loved and if you guys like this I'll give you a little more next time.

Love ya guys.

PS I know I said in the last update for chaos I would upload this after breakfast and it's after dinner, but I had to add more, well you guys really wanted them to have sex. LOL which is cool, I'm totally down for that.