Her readers! I've been a huge fan of the DC Comics since I was a kid. Comic books are actually how I learned to read in the first place. I'm also in the minority who feel Suicide Squad was AMAZING! Sure there weren't nearly enough Joker & Harley scenes but I get why they were cut. Still the director's cut is going to be AMAZ-BALLS!

In this story I took the Joker back story from The Killing Joke and combined it with the Suicide Squad J&H. it takes place a few weeks after Joker busted Harley out of jail.

WARNING! Very hardcore content, physical abuse, sexual abuse, self-mutation, language and blasphemy

Gotham General Hospital

October 30th 2000

11:15PM

Doctor David Thurman shrugged into his white doctor jacket already grief stricken. He hated babysitting the ER on Halloween weekend but he lost a bet with the usual on call doctor and so here he was. He loved his job; he loved helping people. But on Halloween weekend all manor of hell broke loose in this city. Drug overdoses, knife fights, gun shot wounds, rapes, all these were gruesome on regular day but between October 29th to November 1st the number or gore increased ten fold. It was more than most men could take. He eyed his desk longingly knowing the bottle of Johnny Walker Blue he kept there would be a welcome reprieve in 7 more hours. That was when he heard his name being called into the ER. A Code Blue just came in and they needed him down there stat.

Before he pushed the door to the ER open he took a deep breath and went into full doctor mode. Like an actor stepping onto a stage he began the usual rundown of questions. The RN was there, not missing a beat.

"Name?"

"Patient's name is Jean Kerr, age 26."

"Injuries?"

"She suffered extreme electrical shock from faulty circuit."

"Vitals?"

"She's crashing Doctor but there's something else,"

"Yes?"

"The patient is 8 and a half months pregnant."

Dr. Thurman froze for only a moment. Then returned to autopilot.

"Get her to OR 3 now. I need an ultrasound and Pediatrics in the room before she gets there. And alert the NICU to make some room. We'll worry about next of kin later. If there's any way to save the baby we will make it happen. I'm going to scrub I want her there before I'm done!" He yelled as he made a sharp left turn towards the OR scrubbing area. As he cleaned his hands with the antibacterial soap he went through all the possibilities in his head. The road map of what routs they could take to save both the mother and the baby. Unfortunately there wasn't much. When it came to electric shocks everything was a coin toss. Especially when they came in the form of hazardous wiring in what he was guessing was a lousy tenement building.

Fully dressed and scrubbed Dr. Thurman entered the OR and found everything he demanded was in place. He asked again for her vitals.

"They're weak doctor, if we don't get the baby out not we run the risk of brain damage."

"Is she responsive?"

"Barely"

He went to the woman's side. "Jean? Can you hear me?" he asked. The woman looked at him with weak tired eyes. He put his hand on her shoulder in a practiced way of comfort. "Everything's going to be alright Jean, we are going to get the baby out." She closed her eyes and tears fell from the corners. Her small voice was hardly above a whisper as she said "Save… baby…" and went out cold. The heart monitor started beeping then flat lined.

"Paddles!" another doctor in the room shouted.

"No!" Thurman shouted back. "The paddles could kill the baby. We have to get him out first."

"There will be no saving the mother if we do that."

Thurman thought for a second. "Nurse? Did you hear her last words?"

"I did doctor."

"Did they sound like consent to put the child's life before he own?"

The nurse hesitated, what she said next would make a difference in ending 2 lives or just one. But which one? "Nurse!" Thurman yelled.

"They did!"

"Good, I'll take any heat from the next of kin. Time for a crash cesarean people."

60 seconds later the baby was out. "It's a girl." Thurman said for the record. "Date of birth October 30th, time 11:55pm."

The pediatric staff took the baby girl and began fighting to get her first breath out. Everyone stood frozen waiting for the sound of a little cry. Nothing came. The mood in the room darkened. "Baby Kerr, time of death 11:59pm."

Dr. Thurman dropped his head; he'd need to visit that Johnny Walker earlier than expected. One of the nurses left to tell the waiting police officer to find the father and tell him the tragic news. Someone sniffed. Everyone in the room was used to death but the death of a baby was something you never got used to no matter how long you worked in a hospital.

Then Thurman snapped. He pushed past the other doctors and nurses to where the baby lay motionless. He picked her up by her little feet dangling her upside down and in a style that had been deemed a taboo for decades, slapped her little bottom as hard as he could. The slap echoed through the sterol space and at the shock of everyone it was followed by a strong healthy cry.

October 30th 2016

Gotham City

The Joker paced the ledge of his penthouse hideaway. Just a centimeter farther and he'd be on the express lane to the ground floor. This was the only night he allowed himself to think about the night that changed his life from a regular Joe to the malevolent god he was today. The night his wife Jeanie and their unborn child died. He never even found out if they were going to have a boy or a girl. When the cops found him at the dingy bar that night he completely tuned out. His wife was dead. His baby was dead. His world was dead. Then to further things along, he couldn't get out of the deal he had made before hearing this horrible news. He still had to go through with helping two goons rob the place he used to work for. Ironically he only agreed to the job so that he could use the money to help get his wife and baby out of the slum they called home. Names flowed through his memory, the names he and Jeanie had picked out for the baby.

"I like Sophia," Jeanie said

'Uhh, what happened to normal names? Like Beth or Mary? It's more original to be unoriginal these days." He responded putting his hand on her swollen belly.

"Well what if it's a boy Mr. Know-it-all?"

"Would Junior be so terrible?"

Jeanie gave him her warmest smile, touched his cheek and kissed him sweetly "Not so terrible at all. So, Junior if it's a boy and if it's a girl…"

"Puddin?"

Joker's attention snapped back to the present. "Yes my Queen!" he said throwing his arms out to the side in a dramatic motion. The drink in his hand spilled over the rim of the glass from the movement.

"It's a long way down, be kinda wasteful jumpin ship right after rescuing me don't cha think?" she asked eyeing his proximity to the edge of the building.

"Oh I'm not opting out sugar, just enjoying a nice breeze at a lovely altitude." His usual charismatic flare was there but it was dampened by a hint of despair.

Harley knew what he was up to out here. He had opened up to her once after they bombed Gotham General Hospital exactly one year ago. Telling her about his dead family. Her education as a therapist taught her that bombing the hospital wasn't just a thrill or a ransom job. It was closure. He was the most brilliant man she had ever known. His insanity and instability just amplified how much of a genius he really was. But deep down, he was still a man who was hurting. She approached him slowly and joined him on the ledge.

"It is really nice out here. I love Indian Summer! It's cool but still warm." She looked at him in her peripheral vision "I'd do it ya know, if you wanted to."

"Do what?" he was looking at the city skyline, his mind a thousand miles away.

"Jump. We could go out together."

"That wont be necessary Harls. I have no desire to give this city the satisfaction of killing myself. If they want me dead, they're gonna have to work for it." He threw his drink off the building and walked back inside. Harley scampered after him and closed the sliding glass door that shut them in together.

"What about starting over?" she asked.

"Starting what over Harley?" he was getting annoyed now. He loved her more than anything in this world. More than he had loved Jeanie way back when. But her constant need to fix his pain on the few occasions he unburied it got old very quickly.

"Well, back when I thought you were dead, when the team and me you know? Saved the world and stuff. I kinda saw something. Like a vision I guess. It was you and me, and we were together in this really nice house and we had babies. We were… normal." She looked at the floor and played with her thumbs. He looked at her like she had 3 heads. "I'm not sayin we should pull a 180 or anything like that but. Maybe if we had a baby, you might be able to let go…"

She never finished the sentence. Harley's words were cut off by a monster sized temper tantrum. Everything from light fixtures to side tables went flying as he screamed at the top of his lungs and tore the place up. "Stop fucking shrinking me!"

He stalked over to her and grabbed her by the throat. "You really think the answer to this is the two of us going legit and banging out a baby of our very own?" He backed her to the glass wall and lifted her off the ground with his had still around her throat. "I wouldn't have another kid if the Bat held a gun to my crotch. You better keep that in mind sweetie and never suggest that again. Next time you see me morose, just be a good little lamb and snuggle up to me and tell me 'it'll be ok pudding'. Never try to shrink me again. We aren't in Arkham anymore Dr. Quinzel." He let her go. She fell to the ground and coughed as air refilled her lungs. The Joker walked away turning his back on Harley. As she got to her feet she looked longingly at the tattoos on his back. She hated when he was angry with her. She should have known she was pushing him too far with the vision from Enchantress. While most women would flip out at their man raising his hands to them, she was used to it. But it was only when she really overstepped her boundaries. Besides they were pretty equal in the exchanging blows departments. It was one of their things and always ended with them making up in bed.

She got herself standing and walked over to him wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head against his back. "It'll be ok Puddin," she said sweetly and kissed the skin in between his shoulder blades. His tense muscles relaxed instantly, He held her hands that were clasped over his abdomen. "I know sugar," a nearby clock chimed 12 times, Midnight. Joker pulled Harley to his front and dipped her dramatically. The anger was totally done with like it was never there in the first place. But then again it wasn't October 30th anymore. The day the Joker allowed his pain to surface was over and now it was pumpkin time.

"Happy Halloween baby, why don't you go get pretty, I wanna take my girl out on the town."

"But Puddin, you just broke me out of prison, shouldn't we be layin low?"

"Absolutely, which is why we will be wearing masks. Why don't you go and see what daddy bought for you" he nodded towards the closet behind her. Like a giddy schoolgirl she skipped over to the closet and gasped at the extravagant red black and gold masquerade mask and matching dress. She lovingly took the items into the bathroom and began getting ready.

102 Miles Outside of Gotham City

Everyone at school called Anna Kerry stupid because of her learning disability. Something she was sure she got from lack of air when she was born. She remembered one doctor telling her social worker that little Anna would probably never be able to lead a normal life and might never be able to learn to read, that happened when she was 18 months old yet she clearly could remember everything to doctor said. When she did learn to read by the age of 3, she read everything she could get her hands on. The doctors rationalized it as mimicking. They said she wasn't really reading but was memorizing what she heard other people had read to her. That theory went out the window when she wrote a book report on Jane Eyre when she was 6, a book her foster mother had in the house and was positive no one had read to Anna. But when they asked her to read out loud, she sounded illiterate. It was like her brain understood the words but her eyes couldn't figure them out. Like she was translating the words into another language. From then on everyone thought she was faking it when that saw her at and 9 with Mary Shelly's Frankenstein. All credit for her book report totally forgotten.

It wasn't until freshmen year of high school that one teacher, Mr. Beck, cared enough to discover she was dyslexic. He pushed to have her placed in all the advanced classes, took his own time to tutor her and even let her eat lunch in his office so she wouldn't have to eat alone in the cafeteria. She was doing really well for a while. It felt like she finally had someone who believed in her. That was until one day when Mr. Beck offered to treat her to pizza after school and cohered her into oral sex. He convinced her to keep it their little secret. The secret kept getting worse every day for a year. He never had sex with her but did other things that made her feel sick. He said he loved her and wanted to be with her so she let him continue. She wanted to tell someone but there was no one to tell. Her foster parents wouldn't believe her, the guidance councilors hated her for all the fights she got into when the school year first started and she had no friends. When she turned 15 she decided enough was enough and held an exacto knife to his balls. She threatened that she's cut them off if he ever went near her again. He agreed and transferred to another school district.

All the progress from freshmen year went out the window. Her grades slipped and she was put back to the special ed classes. She kept getting into fights but made sure they were off school property so she wouldn't have to hear it from her fosters every other day. The most annoying development was the ultimatum she accepted from the principal at the start of the school year. She needed to join a sport to focus her energy on or face expulsion. She would have chosen expulsion but that would mean having to change homes again and while she hated her foster parents, she understood that they could be a lot worse. If she changed homes she could be with a truly sick family instead of a douche bag family. Better the enemy you know Anna she said to herself. "What about baseball?" she asked. The principal agreed and she left to start her junior year.

Baseball wouldn't start till the spring but this was the fall and tonight was her night. She carefully peaked around the corner in the hallway of her foster parents home. There was only 12 feet of creaky wood floor separating her from the front door. It was her 16th birthday and she was going to make damn sure she had a birthday party. It didn't matter that her foster mother grounded her for stealing money from her wallet or that her foster dad gave her a black eye when he caught her smoking one of his cigarettes. They weren't her real parents so whatever they said didn't really count. No one in her life counted. They were all greedy liars who only cared about themselves. Tonight she was taking the train into the city and having the time of her life. She'd deal with the consequences later.

She was about to turn the doorknob when the lights turned on. There stood her fosters, Tod and Nicole. "Where do you think you're going?" Nicole asked.

This was an excellent fight or flight moment. She could either fight with them or fly out the door, come what may. She knew she'd likely never make it down the block before Tod caught up to her, especially in the hooker heals she was sporting. Fight it is, she answered herself.

"I'm going out, it's my birthday and I want to have some fun for once."

"Not after the shit you've been pulling miss."

"Oh, 'Not after the shit you've been pulling miss,' you almost have that mom tone down Nicole." The smack from Tod sent Anna's head spinning though she did her best not to feel it. She did however feel the blood trickling down the corner of her mouth. Great, another burse to cover up tomorrow.

"You show some respect young lady." Tod said pointing a finger in her face.

She fought the urge to bight the finger off. Rather than that she took the blood that filled her mouth and spit it in his face. He went at her but was held back by Nicole. "Just go back to your room Anna! We'll talk about this later." Nicole said as she held Tod where he was. Reluctant to follow orders but pleased with her show of defiance Anna turned and stomped into her room, slamming the door behind her.

Once in the safety of her room Anna let the rage wash over her. She kicked off her heals and paced. Words of hatred and violence shot through her head driving her to a point of submission. She dropped to the carpet and lifter her skirt revealing the series of scars on her inner thighs. This was how she channeled the fury that filled her from time to time. She retrieved a razorblade and a lighter from under the bed and proceeded to sterilize the razor. Then she lowered her hand and cut into her flesh. The pain dulled the rage and she felt like she could breathe again.

Undisclosed Location off the Grid

Amanda Waller drummed her fingers on the desk she was occupying, mulling over the file before her. She was shamed. The damned clown destroyed her pet project when he blew her prison open and let a bunch of the inmates out. Besides that, people had started asking questions. She had no choice but to depend on the billionaire bat to clean up her mess. She hated being dependent on a man. Especially one that was richer than God and patronizing as all hell. She also hated the clown for getting in her way. Unfortunately for them both, Amanda Waller was not a woman who stayed down for long.

Laid out in front of her was the ace she just replenished up her sleeve. She'd get the bastards back for taking her power from her and she wouldn't get blamed for it. All she'd need to do is drop this folder in the right place at the right time. She looked at the girl in the photos. An angry little thing according to her record. Her file said she was known for starting fights and finishing them. Sometimes with more brutality than what they expected from a 15 year old. She even bit a chunk out of one kid's cheek because he allegedly tried to grope her. She was pretty enough; very skinny, long honey brown hair, blue eyes that looked as cold as ice. There seemed to be an improvement 2 years ago but it was short lived. But the girl was smart, genius level smart with an IQ of 170. Even still, she was on her last leg in the school she attended and Amanda guessed that leg was already starting to give. If she changed homes, Amanda could loose track of her and she wasn't going to let that happen. She closed the folder and stood from her chair.

A young blond stood and handed Amanda her coat. "I need a chopper to bring me to Gotham immediately. Get it on the roof now. And get ahold of Flag I'll need him in Gotham as well." The blond nodded and Amanda stepped into the elevator. The chopper was on the roof by the time she stepped onto the helipad. "Anyone get ahold of Flag?" She asked the pilot. "They did Ma' me, he's on his way to base now."

As they took off Amanda smiled slightly at the shit storm she was about to unleash. The bat and the clown already hated each other but what she held in her hands would force them to finish each other once and for all. In the end, one of them would be out of business for good and the other would be broken and easy to finish off with the help of her revived pet project Task Force X. "Let the games begin."

I hope you all liked the first chapter! I really enjoyed writing it!

A fun fact, I in fact have dyslexia. The part where everyone said Anna wouldn't ever learn to read was something that actually happened to me in school. A big "Rock-On" to any other Dyslexies out there!

Please tell me what you guys think. Your reviews really help me continue.