Harley Quinn lay on her stomach in a plush, king-size bed, snoring lightly. Floyd Lawton lay next to her, his arm thrown protectively over her back. The apartment was silent, save for the sounds of Zoe making herself a bowl of cereal, and then turning on the television to watch cartoons.

Harley's eyes fluttered open and she rolled over so that she was wrapped in Floyd's strong arms. The man smiled at the petite blonde, and kissed her forehead.

"Good morning, dollface," he whispered.

"Mornin'," Harley replied.

The two lay in each other's arms in silence for a long while. They had been free from Belle Reve for a little over a year now, but they still cherished their time together as if it could be pulled away at any moment.

Harley, Floyd, and the rest of Task Force X had earned their freedom after successfully completing ten highly dangerous missions. They had each been implanted with a tracking device and then set up with an apartment and a monthly living stipend. The first few months of freedom had been hard for everyone, but especially for Harley and Floyd.

Harley had ignored her newly furnished apartment and the promises she had made to Amanda Waller and went straight back to the Joker. She had only been with him for a month when she showed up at Floyd's door, blood running down her legs and bruises covering her porcelain skin. She never would open up about why she had left, and Floyd never pushed her. Over the next few months, Harley and Floyd had fallen in love, and they'd been together ever since.

During that time, Floyd had discovered that his Zoe's mother had been found guilty of child neglect, and that Zoe would soon be going into the foster care system. He had fought, with the help of a lawyer hired by Amanda, to get full custody of his daughter. On the day he had won, Harley had seen Floyd cry for the first time. Zoe had moved in to the small apartment, and she and Harley became fast friends. Since then, they had grown inseparable.

Floyd hugged Harley close to him and she buried her head in his chest.

"What're we doing today?" Harley asked, running her hand down Floyd's muscular chest.

"Well, I was thinking I could cook us breakfast, then we can pack a picnic lunch and go out to that new park Zoe's been asking about. After that, we can drop Zoe off with a babysitter and have a nice romantic date night. How does that sound?"

"Perfect," Harley smiled. "What's the occasion?"

"Oh, I just want to make my special girls happy," Floyd lied, his eyes drifting over to the dresser drawer that held the engagement ring he planned to give to Harley that night.

Harley giggled, and Floyd smiled. He kissed the tip of her nose, then her lips.

"As much as I wanna stay in your arms forever, we gotta get up," Harley gently wiggled out of Floyd's embrace.

Floyd and Harley dressed and then went into the living room where Zoe sat on the couch, wearing a pair of pink, fuzzy pajamas. A forgotten bowl of cereal sat on the coffee table, and the large television was playing an old episode of "Tom and Jerry".

"Good morning, Daddy and Harley," Zoe hopped up from the couch and ran to give her father a hug. "Are we going to do something fun today?"

"We sure are, baby girl," Floyd replied.

He filled Zoe in on the plans he and Harley had made. Zoe was delighted. She loved her time with her father and Harley. Over the months that the trio had been together, Floyd had watched Zoe come out of her shell, and he attributed a great deal of her change to Harley. He had been worried about what kind of an influence that Harley would be on Zoe, but so far she had been wonderful. Harley was just naturally a mothering type, and her love for Zoe shined through when they spent time together.

All through breakfast, Zoe bounced between her father and Harley, excitedly talking about what they would do once they arrived at the park.

"Do you think they'll be squirrels there?" Zoe asked.

"Probably," Harley replied. "Let's pop some popcorn, and we can feed them. Does that sound fun?"

Zoe nodded, and ran to the cupboard. Floyd smiled at Harley indulgently.

"I don't think you're supposed to do that," he pulled the bread from the box on the counter and began making sandwiches for the picnic.

Harley smiled and shrugged. She walked over to Floyd and wrapped her arms around his stomach.

"Whatcha makin'?" Harley stood on her tiptoes to kiss Floyd's cheek.

"Peanut butter, banana, and Nutella sandwiches for you two, and a plain old ham and cheese for me."

"Thanks, love," Harley leaned into Floyd's body and sighed. "I love you, Floyd."

Floyd smiled.

"Love you too, dollface."

Floyd finished packing for the picnic while Zoe and Harley popped popcorn for the squirrels and played a quick game of hide and seek around the house.

"Come on, ladies, it's time for the park!" Floyd yelled.

"Coming!" Zoe replied.

Floyd, Harley, and Zoe piled into the car and drove for about fifteen minutes. When they arrived at the park, Zoe bounded out of the door almost before Floyd had a moment to park, with Harley right behind her holding the bag of popcorn. Floyd watched as the pair ran into the gates before following behind them with the picnic basket.

Floyd found a nice hill to spread their blanket on. He could see most of the park from this spot, and that make the hired killer in him feel more comfortable. He liked to be able to observe his surroundings. Floyd watched as Harley and Zoe carefully approached a group of squirrels. They began throwing down the popcorn, and the squirrels greedily accepted the gift. Floyd laughed and shook his head while he spread out all the picnic supplies.

When he was finished, he looked out at the beautiful park that surrounded him. It was open, and green with large trees dotting the landscape. The only sore spot was a large restroom facility that ruined the view and made one realize that they were not in fully in nature. Floyd stared at the building for a moment before shaking his head and pulling a book from his bag of supplies. He settled in and began reading.

When their bag of popcorn was finally finished, Zoe and Harley climbed the small hill and sat down on the blanket with Floyd. Harley perched herself on the man's lap, and wrapped her arms around him tightly. Floyd kissed her, and gently placed her on the ground next to him so that he could distribute the food.

"Peanut butter, bananas, and Nutella for my girls," Floyd handed the sandwhiches to Harley and Zoe, who looked at each other and smiled. "And a ham and cheese for me."

The trio ate their lunch, and then laid back on the blanket to watch the clouds swirl by. Zoe laid in between Harley and Floyd, and they both held one of her hands as they imagined shapes in the clouds. Soon, however, Zoe became restless.

"Can we play hide and seek?" Zoe asked

"Sure!" Harley replied. "I'm it!"

"I think I'll sit this one out, baby girl," Floyd replied.

Floyd watched as the two great loves of his life ran down the hill and into the main area of the park. Zoe stood against a tree, hiding her eyes, and began counting while Harley ran away to hide. Smiling, Floyd picked up his book and lay back against the smooth blanket on the cool ground.

"…99…100. Ready or not here I come!" Zoe called.

Zoe knew just where she was going to look for Harley first. She ran behind the restroom building, giggling the whole time. Her giggles died off, however, when she saw two large men, roughly holding Harley's arms. Harley's eye was beginning to bruise, she was crying, and fear was evident on her face. A gag had been placed into her mouth. When she saw Zoe, she tried to scream, but the sound came out limp and muffled.

Zoe turned to run to find her father, when a strong hand fell down on her shoulder.

"Scream and you're dead," a man growled.

Zoe tried to pull away to run, but felt a sharp pinch on her neck, before the unbearable need to sleep overtook her and she fell onto the cool grass.

Floyd woke up nearly an hour later, when a Frisbee sailed over his head. His book was laying mostly on his face forgotten. He checked the time on his watch.

"Harley, Zoe, it's time to head back!" Floyd called.

There was no answer.

Floyd called their names again, but neither Harley nor Zoe responded. Fear griped the man's heart, and he continued to scream their names over and over. It was only after his voice was raw and panic was creeping in that he accepted that they were no longer in the park.

"Harley!" Floyd screamed, one last time, straining his voice. "Zoe? Where are you?"