Ok, here we go, this is the final chapter to Crazy In Love, I really hope you enjoy it, and i'll write a more detailed farewell/thank you at the end!

Hope you like the final chapter :)

When Harley came to, she felt like her brain was about to burst out of her skull. She reached up to her forehead, and her fingers came away slick with blood. Everything seemed to be spinning, and she gave herself a few more moments with her eyes closed before attempting to move.

Eventually she pulled down the mirror in front of her to get a closer look at her wound. It wasn't too bad: her forehead was cut, but it didn't look deep. Harley snapped the mirror back up, not wanting to look at herself for any longer than she needed to.

Well, everything is fucked.

What are we gonna do now, Harls?

She looked around, trying to remember where she was. They had been driving, she knew that much, and Joker had been pulled out of the car by one of Ivy's plants. She could see now that the car had crashed into the wall beside the Arkham gates. The front of the vehicle was crumpled and smashed, and steam escaped from the bonnet. She unclipped her seatbelt, and climbed out, her legs shaking a little. The plants were still there, but were no longer moving. They continued to ripple with green light though, which was almost hypnotic, and rather calming on a night that had been so full of chaos. There was no sign of Joker. The asylum grounds were quiet, and the sky was so clear she could see all the stars. Harley looked back at the open gates with longing.

I'm so close, if I step through those gates I'm out of this place.

She sighed, turning away and heading back towards the asylum. Of course she was going nowhere, not without Joker. Ivy had him, she had to find a way to get him back.

Maybe if I ask nicely, she'll give him to me. We're friends after all.

We used to be friends. Who knows what all that Titan in her beloved plants has done to her. She hasn't exactly been chatty over the past few days.

It didn't take long to work out where Ivy was set up: the plants all seemed to be sprouting from the greenhouse. It was called the greenhouse, but it was really a building much like the others, perhaps just a little smaller, and with slightly larger windows. The low security patients were allowed to go there for some calming meditation among the flowers. Harley had been in when she was a doctor, but never as a patient. Ivy had never been allowed in either, having been judged too dangerous, though Harley was sure one of her enamoured guards probably took her there more than once.

Harley half jogged, half stumbled, up the steps towards the large glass doors. She wasn't feeling too bad, the crash didn't seem to have caused any permanent damage, other than leaving her a bit bloody and bruised. At the top of the stairs, Harley placed her hand against the cold glass of the door. There was a bloodied handprint alongside her own. She hoped it wasn't Joker's.

Harley took a breath, opening the door slowly. The building was warm, warmer than it used to be, and there was a sickly sweet smell in the air. The lights flickered on and off, and most of the windows were smashed. Broken glass crunched beneath her asylum-issued orange shoes. Harley's heart was racing, she had no plan, no weapon, and no idea what to expect. Was this a stupid idea?

Yes. It's a completely stupid idea.

Maybe I should stop, try to plan this?

She shook her head, no, she didn't have time for that. Not only did she have no idea what Ivy was planning to do with Joker, but she also couldn't be sure how long the Batman would be tied up for. She wanted the two of them to be long gone by the time he escaped. Harley sucked in her breath as she passed two guards, hung up by their necks from vines to the left of her.

Oh Ivy, I guess they weren't expecting that after all those gifts they smuggled into your cell.

Harley continued on down the corridor, and could see a large door at the end. It was open, but a curtain of vines completely obscured the view inside.

Should I call out? It might reassure her if she knows it's just me.

Or it might warn her and she'll get ready to have her plants kill me.

She decided to take the chance. Ivy might be less willing to hurt her than if she thought it was a stranger coming through the door.

"Ivy?" She called. "It's me, sweetie, Harley. Please don't let your flowers to kill me."

No response, so Harley decided to risk it. Gently, very gently, she used one hand to sweep the vines to the side, and entered the room.

It was hard to tell, when inside, whether it was a room at all. It looked far more like some kind of rainforest. The walls had completely disappeared, either broken or blanketed by plant life. Right in the centre of the room was a huge plant, which looked like a gigantic version of the Venus fly trap Harley used to have on her coffee table at home. Before she forgot to water it and let it die, of course. That was a story she had no intention of sharing with Ivy.

Speaking of Ivy, there was no sign of her in the room, but Harley could see Joker! He was at the far end of the room, tied to the wall with vines, but alive. In fact, he almost looked bored.

Harley ran over, "Puddin'! Are you ok?"

"Just swell," Joker drawled. "Your friend is great."

"Where is she?"

Joker nodded over Harley's shoulder, and she turned in time to see the huge flower of the plant descending down to ground level. It rested for a moment, then opened. There was Ivy, standing inside. She looked so different now: her skin was completely green, and many small tendrils and leaves of ivy plant were entwined around her arms and legs, like delicate jewellery. She wore just a red shirt and her panties, and her hair flowed gently in delicate curls. She looked beautiful. And terrifying. Her eyes glowed slightly with a soft, emerald light.

"Harley," Ivy's voice was a purr, sensual and alluring. She spoke her name gently, stepping out of the plant. She was barefoot. "I hoped you wouldn't come, I didn't want you to see this."

"See what, Ivy? Don't do anything stupid now."

Ivy moved gracefully towards Harley, making no sound as she walked. The plants around the room seemed to turn towards her, as if in awe. It was like they could see her, or at least feel her presence. Harley knew she and Joker were in far more danger than she had first anticipated.

She softened her voice, stepping to the side to block Joker, who was regarding Ivy with scorn in his eyes.

"Ivy, doll, won't you please let him go? We just want to leave this place. You and your plants can do whatever you want with it."

But Ivy shook her head. "He tried to poison my babies."

"Your babies?" Harley realised she meant the plants, and shook her head, holding up her arms in a placating gesture. "He didn't mean to! He didn't know the formula was going to do that! And besides-" Harley looked around- "the rest of your…babies, seem to be doing ok."

Ivy sniffed. "For now. They're stronger than those pathetic humans, but who knows how long they can fight the poison?" Her eyes blazed, and she looked past Harley at Joker. Harley knew Ivy wanted to kill him, and there was probably nothing she could say to stop her. But she had to try one more time.

"Ivy, please, don't make me-"

Ivy's eyes whipped back to Harley. "Don't make you what? Are you going to kill me, Harley?" She put her hands on her hips, seeming to get even taller. Green light began to ripple beneath the surface of her skin.

Has she been taking the Titan too?

Ivy continued, her tone clipped. "I thought we were friends. I helped you, more than once."

"I know, but you know how I feel about him." She nodded to Joker, who still looked almost bored. How did he manage to be in so much danger, yet look so relaxed at the same time? Harley put her hand gently on Ivy's arm. The nearest plant seemed to twitch, but made no effort to grab her. Harley tried to make her voice as soothing as possible. "Let me take him out of here, and we'll never bother you again."

Ivy shook her head. "No. Leave if you don't want to see it, but I'm not letting him go. He's too dangerous, and he has no compassion for my babies."

Harley took a breath, trying to decide the most gentle way to continue, to prove that Joker did in fact care about Ivy's 'children'. Joker, however, didn't seem to sense the tone of the room, and sighed dramatically. "Just burn the plants, Harley, and let's get out of here."

Harley gritted her teeth, knowing Ivy would definitely not appreciate this comment. She was right, and Ivy cried out in exasperation. She snapped her fingers, and the vines around Joker immediately tightened. He choked a little, as the air was pushed from his body. Harley's eyes widened as she watched him suffocate, and then she threw herself at Ivy. For whatever reason, Ivy wasn't expecting it, and was knocked to the floor. Harley was on top of her, and put her hands on her friend's throat. Ivy clawed at Harley's face, but she used her knees to pin Ivy's arms down.

"Call them off," Harley growled. "Call off the plants!"

Ivy's eyes were burning with anger, despite the colour draining from her face. But she wasn't going to release Joker, even though Harley was strangling her.

Harley could feel something twining around her arms, and she was wrenched off Ivy by more vines. They pulled her away roughly, heading towards the opposite wall from where Joker was being choked. But they weren't holding her a tightly as they had him, and she had always been flexible. Harley managed to struggle free, and landed gently on the floor. The vines whipped at her as they tried to grab hold again, but she was fast, and managed to outrun them.

She ran towards Joker, who was now devoid of what little colour he usually had in his face. He gasped for air as Harley approached, his eyes watching her. He looked as though he had accepted his fate: he was giving up. But Harley wasn't, there was no way she was letting him go now, not after all they had been through! As other vines whipped and cut into her skin, in an attempt to get hold of her, Harley ran across the room, using everything she had learned in her one free-running class to help her avoid being grabbed.

Ivy was climbing to her feet, with the aid of some more plants. But she looked weak, and Harley was vaguely aware that she may have hurt her more than she meant to.

I did mean to.

But this was good, the weaker Ivy was, the more time Harley had. Plus, more of the vines seemed to be coming to Ivy's aid, so less of them were focused on Harley.

At the other side of the room Harley found what she was looking for: a wheelbarrow containing garden shears and some weed killer spray! She grabbed these things as if her life depended on it, which it did, and ran back to her clown.

Harley held up the weed killer, ready to spray the vines holding onto Joker.

"Don't breathe, baby," she whispered, to which he rolled his eyes. "Oh right, yeah. Haha." Harley sprayed the vines wrapped around his neck and chest, and within seconds they began to recede. She used the shears to cut the remaining ones, and Joker fell to the floor. He gasped for air, and Harley knelt beside him, helping him to his feet.

"You!" Ivy hissed, and Harley spun around. The redhead was approaching quickly, her face burning with anger. "You hurt my babies!"

Harley moved closer, blocking Joker once more, and holding the weed spray out like a gun.

"Let us go, Ivy. I don't want to hurt you, or your plants, but if you don't get out of the way right now, I'm going to empty this thing in your face and burn this place to the ground."

Ivy bared her teeth, but stepped to the side. Harley nodded to Joker, who – still gasping slightly- made his way towards the door. Ivy never broke eye contact with Harley, who kept the spray bottle on her at all times.

"Watch your back, Quinn," Ivy breathed.

"Miss you already, Ivy." She blew a kiss, throwing the bottle of spray onto the floor and following Joker out of the room as quickly as she could.

Harley had been driving for at least half an hour, and she and Joker were back in the familiar streets of downtown Gotham. It was dirty, loud, ugly, and she couldn't have been happier to be back. They had stolen another car from the parking lot: much older and slower than the last one, but it didn't matter. She would've taken a tandem bicycle with a squeaky wheel if she'd had to, as long as it meant getting out of that place!

She glanced at Joker, who was looking much better. He tapped the dashboard, wanting her to stop the car. She did, and he nodded at the building beside them: a large department store, closed for the night.

"Wanna do some shopping?" He asked, grinning wickedly.

Harley squealed, "Hell yeah!"

They got out of the car, with Joker actually getting out to open her door and take her by the hand! Harley wasn't used to that kind of treatment, but grinned from ear to ear as she let him lead her from the vehicle.

"Oh Puddin', you're so romantic," she sighed.

Joker flashed his silver teeth, before returning to the car. He opened the trunk, pulled out a tyre iron, and then used it to smash the window of the store. The alarms sounded, but neither of them cared. Joker held out his hand, leading Harley through the window, broken glass crunching under their feet. She was reminded briefly of walking through Ivy's greenhouse less than an hour ago, but shook the thought away. They were safe now: Ivy had probably forgotten all about it.

Maybe.

"Go crazy, it's on me," Joker grinned, gesturing to the rails filled with clothes, before heading off towards the men's clothing. Harley dressed quickly: choosing a short black and red dress with sneaker-heels. Then she found the make-up counter, and made herself pretty, finishing off by tying her hair in her signature pigtails. She grinned at herself in the mirror.

I finally look like me again.

She found Joker by the window, waiting for her. He was dressed in black dress pants and a plum coloured shirt, with a black tie. He looked beautiful, and Harley felt the butterflies in her stomach come to life again. This perfect man belonged to her, and he was smiling at the sight of her approaching.

"Oh baby, baby, baby. What did I do to deserve such radiance?"

"Oh shush," she replied, rolling her eyes yet unable to stop grinning. She took hold of his hand once more, and together they stepped out of the window and onto the street outside.

The sun was beginning to rise, and Joker pulled her close, kissing her passionately there in the open. She flung her arms around his neck, feeling his strong heart beating against hers. They were finally together again, finally how they were supposed to be. She and her clown were two parts of a whole, and now they could try to find out what to do next. The whole world lay before them, and Harley couldn't wait to take on the adventure-

"Stop right there!"

Harley looked to her left, her arms still around Joker's neck. Gotham City PD were watching them. Ok, it was only three cops, but they all had guns pointed in their direction. Joker sighed, leaning his forehead against hers.

"Talk about a mood killer."

"Get down on the ground, now!" The one who was yelling looked younger than the others, and sounded nervous. Harley kissed Joker once more.

"Let me handle it, you stay here," she whispered, turning around and holding her arms up. "Ok, we give up." She walked towards the cops. "You can take us, we'll come quietly."

"You've never done that in your life, I'm pretty sure they can hear you coming in Metropolis," Joker quipped, and Harley giggled, eyes still on the cops. She continued her slow approach.

"You stay back!" One yelled, but not at her. He was yelling at Joker: the one they recognised, the one they saw as the true threat. They didn't care about her, not really, not when the Clown Prince of Gotham was only a few feet away. Harley turned, but Joker was staying put for now, doing what she had told him to. But his cold eyes were the cops hungrily.

"We'll come easy," Harley said reassuringly.

"That's true enough, how long have we been locked up?" Joker drawled, and Harley giggled.

"Oh honey, you kill me!" Then she turned, immediately kicking out and knocking the nearest cop to the floor, cartwheeling out of the way of the other two as they turned to fire on her. She heard the loud clang of the tyre iron hitting the floor, and knew Joker had thrown it at one of the cops. Sure enough, there was one on the ground with a smashed face. Joker was beside her now, wrenching the gun from the man Harley had knocked over, and shooting him in the leg, before turning to the one standing up and shooting him in the knee. He went down with a yell, but Joker didn't shoot him again. He turned to look at Harley, who cocked her head to one side.

"I'm in a good mood," he shrugged when he saw her surprised look. "I'll kill someone tomorrow instead."

Harley grinned, "I love you."

"That's because you're crazy."

Joker pulled her close, kissing her once more while the cops groaned on the floor around them. Then he took her hand, leading her to the cop car and closing the door behind her. He got in the other side, pulling away from the cops, still writhing on the ground.

"So," Harley began, as the streets of Gotham began to blur outside the window. She had no idea where they were going, but was surprised to find she didn't really care. Joker would decide, and she would go with it. "What do we do now?"

"Now, we go home and I bury myself between your legs for the next few days."

Harley grinned. "And then?"

"We need to get Jonny out of jail."

Harley nodded, that was definitely a priority. After the first thing he mentioned, anyway.

"After that," Joker continued. "We start the new plan."

Harley cocked her head to the side. "What's that, baby?"

Joker grinned. "Bruce Wayne." He didn't explain any more, but threw his head back, laughing raucously. Harley couldn't help but mirror his actions, laughing hysterically beside him.

He's crazy.

But it's ok, because I'm pretty sure I'm crazy too. I must be, because this is the happiest I've ever been and the most scared I've ever been, and I wouldn't change a second of it!

Me and my clown, we're gonna change the world, and even if we don't, we're gonna have fun trying!

Joker and Harley Quinn. King and Queen of Gotham City!

Six months later, when Harley thought of this moment, she couldn't believe how wrong she had been.

Thank you so much to all of you for sticking with me, and being such dedicated readers. It's been wonderful to get so many kind reviews, and to hear your feedback about the story! And to have so many people favourite or follow the story, and favourite/follow me as a writer is so lovely, and I really can't say how much I appreciate it!

I hope you liked the ending: it wasn't exactly how I had always planned it! I had a completely different idea originally, however it left little room for the sequel I had in mind. Without giving too much away, the original ending led pretty neatly into the start of Suicide Squad, with the idea that you could go from this, directly into watching the film, and it would almost flow quite nicely? But I've had some ideas for a sequel, and although I actually intend to use the events of Suicide Squad (probably a good idea seeing as that's the category I've put this story in!), I'm planning to change them quite a bit, so the original ending wouldn't have worked. By doing it this way, I wanted to get a little glimpse of Harley's happiness, and her visions for their future together, so we know what she's expecting when we start the next one, and can see how her dreams/ideas have changed.

Anyway, enough rambling, thanks again for all your lovely words, and I hope you can stick with me for the sequel, which will be coming very soon. It will be a little different to start with, but I promise I'm not going to do anything too out of the blue. I love Joker and Harley, and though there are tough times ahead for the couple, they're destined for each other.

Hopefully see you all for the sequel :)

Mel