Harley easily went with him, framing his slim hips with her knees, her hair a cascade of pink, blue, and white around her pale face. She listened to him, eyes lighting a little at the idea of starting a family.

Did he really want that? It lightened her heart, but...she wasn't sure that was him talking or the sleep deprivation.

"Deadshot. I'm sure he'd love a crack at the Bat since the Bat went kerplat on his family plans." She leans down and covers him, placing her head on his shoulder. "You sure you wanna family, though? What about your plans, Puddin'?"