Cuz he knows I'm wasted, facing

Time again at Rikers Island

And I won't get out

Because I'm crazy, baby

I need you to come here and save me

- Off to the races by Lana Del Rey

Author's note: If you haven't seen Suicide Squad yet, I suggest you wait with reading this until you have as this story will tie into events of the movie. Each one-shot will be a seperate piece and tie into different moments of the movie. The chapters will not follow the events of the movie in chronological order to begin with, but I might change that once all the one-shots are complete. With that said, I hope you'll enjoy these one-shots! :)

The espresso machine was Harley's new favourite thing in her cell. Of course, it was practically the only thing in her cell, but that only made her appreciate it more. It had been so long since she'd had a proper cup of coffee. Inevitably, that meant she was consuming at least six cups a day now in her cell. She also had a good book to keep her preoccupied and get her mind off of things. Puddin'. She felt yet another piece of her heart shatter at the thought of him. In one moment, she was back in his arms and in the next, he was gone. Forever this time. But she knew better than to grieve. It's not what he had wanted. He would tell her to just keep smiling and so that's what she would do. She would serve her time and get out of Belle Reve. Someday. And when that day came, she would carry on his legacy.

It seemed to be a bright, beautiful day outside today. Harley walked up to her espresso machine to make another cup of tasty caffeine. That's when it happened. The sound of an explosion had her scream out loud and jump. Someone had blown a hole in the wall and several prison guards covered in their masks and helms were now swarming in to where her cell was. What was going on? They stopped by the cell door and one of them carried a big, round electric saw. They used it to destroy the lock and sparks flew everywhere. Harley was frozen to the spot, not knowing what to do. Whoever these people were, they couldn't be real guards. If they were breaking her out, they were probably her friends, so she was not about to fight them, but she remained cautious.

When the door opened, the guards stepped aside to let one of the others in. Harley read the word spread across the guard's chest. JOKER. Was this some kind of sick joke? He couldn't be alive, could he? Harley stopped breathing and her heart raced as the man in front of her removed the mask from his face, revealing himself. He was smiling in triumph. Harley gasped at the sight and a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. There was no mistaking it was him. The pale complexion, the red lips, the small J tattooed underneath his left eye. But what made her certain it was him was his eyes. Those clear blue pools that she always managed to drown in. Her face lit up like the sun outside and she smiled. "Puddin'!" She threw herself into his open arms and he embraced her tightly. There weren't a lot of things that could beat the feeling of him holding her close.

"Let's go home," he said. He pulled away and grabbed her by the hand. "Come on, we gotta get out of here." Harley held on tight to his hand and they followed the others back out through the hole in the wall. Once outside, Harley had to stop and take a deep breath to feel the fresh air in her lungs. She sighed out of contentment. She was free. The Joker didn't have time to stop and smell the roses, however. "Come on!" he said impatiently and dragged her with him.

Two cars stood waiting for them, ready to dash at any minute. The Joker walked up to the one in the front and opened up the back door. "Hop in," he told Harley with a nod and she obeyed, jumping into the back seat. The Joker took his helmet off and tossed it onto the ground before getting in himself. Harley noticed Johnny Frost in the driver's seat and he was smiling at her through the rearview mirror. "Hey Johnny!" Harley greeted with a smile of her own.

"It's good to have you back, Ms. Quinn," he said.

"It's good to be back." She leaned into the Joker sitting next to her, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Let's go, Johnny," the Joker said and they were off, finally heading home and this time, he was not returning emptyhanded.

The Joker slid his arm behind Harley's back and wrapped it around her, pulling her even closer. She could tell he had missed her and she felt sad at the thought of him being so lonely without her. But what was more important right now was how he (and Johnny) had survived. "I thought you were dead," Harley whispered, almost afraid that if she'd say it out loud, it would be true. Maybe this was all just a dream? "Is this real?" she asked, looking up into his eyes. He looked back into hers.

"I thought you knew by now that it's not that easy to get rid of me." She smiled and was soothed by his soft voice. He only used that voice specifically for her. It made her even more convinced just how special she was to him. Then she remembered.

"Ya still got that bear skin rug waiting for us?"

"Oh, it's been dying just to see us." His soft voice turned into his low, gravelly one and she giggled, knowing exactly what to expect that night.

A/N: This was the first fic that came to my head after having watched Suicide Squad (which was amazing)! I loved Joker and Harley so much, it's such a shame they didn't have more screen time together. But that's what fanfiction is for, right? ;)