After popular demand with the success of my last story, I have listened to the many of you that had reviewed (by the way I can't honestly thank you guys enough for that! :D ) And have created this new story which will explore different snippets of little JJ's life through different chapters. I'm not entirely sure to what events this story will cover, as it's more of what will spring to my mind when the time comes. But I'm definitely open for suggestions if you have any you want to send my way.

I hope you enjoy the life that is of little JJ. :)

The Birth

It had started off as a request.

Nothing more, nothing less.

After the heart breaking vision she had witnessed from the enchantress, a tool to gaining her trust that had touched upon her most inner desires of having a family with her fallen Puddin'. It was only after the joyous reunion of the two clowns that her mind had been made nothing but determined to get the child she had been promised so many times before. To be able start a family, one of the many things that the Joker couldn't steal for her but certainly something he could definitely provide for.

Of course, the Joker had been nothing but subjective towards the idea. He certainly wasn't the type of man who would willingly adapt to having that sort of life style after the success of his acclaimed business. His superiority on the game board defiant, he refused to lose his status. But during the time that Harley had been away from him, it had changed him. A man who was so superior and well established above others; he had struggled without his Queen.

A strategy card that he dared not lose, it had come to his attention a long time ago that he would have to submit to his Queen's wishes. A way to keep her both happy and content with him, it meant that he had to surrender to her request of wanting to start a family.

Even if his mind was repulsed to the idea.

Anything to make his Queen happy.

9 months down the line after his subjected agreement toward the matter, he now stood above her, his arms grown occupied with a small bundle. A blue package, his eyes troubled to comprehend the impossible situation that had arisen in front of him. His mind far from being coherent, he struggled to analyse the offspring that was his son.

Four minutes after his birth, checked, cleaned and given the all clear from the Doctor who had helped Harley with her labour; he had given Frost the order to escort the Doctor out to give him time alone with his Queen and son.

Not particularly a whiny child, the infant's eyes had finally opened to reveal a mirrored reflection that was the Joker. A pure and innocence youth, the Joker struggled to find fault in him. An infant, whose safety had already been doomed at the connection that he had with him alone; stared at him in awe. Mouth partially held open and eyes magnified with curiosity, the Joker struggled to find the courage to despise him; even if his mind screamed at him to.

A concoction to both please Harley and to have gained another reason for her to stay with him, he watched as the infant stretched in his arms.

"Puddin', can I hold him?"

A quiet request, the reasoning behind it being her afterbirth recovery; Harley shared a look with him. Her eyes nothing but longing since the doctor had left with Frost, she had dared not to disturb his interaction with their son. It was only that, her own selfish desires to hold her son for the first time had grown too much for her to bear.

With careful motion; the Joker guided their son into Harley's waiting arms and gently transferred him over.

Agitated at the sudden movement, the little infant stretched with a gentle whine in Harley's arms. It took a natural response from her to gently hush him in a soothing motion. Not that he would have understood, it was the interaction that he gained from being in his mother's arms for the first time that he had eventually calmed down.

Finally settled, she watched him as his eyes met hers for the first time. Overwhelmed, to be holding her son in her arms and with many more cuddles to come, the new-born peacefully laid perched inside of the blue blanket.

Harley's gown out of place and her hair tangled in a damp knot of infuriated pink and blue that was pressed against the back of her neck; she brought the little infant closer. Her hands trembled, mostly overwhelmed that he was finally here; it was the blanket that wrapped around him for warmth that barricaded him from the motion that her hands had created. Her mind overactive to thoughts that she had never once comprehended up until now, it wasn't long however, until she had calmed down. He looked so angelic, despite being just born into a family of clowns; he looked so perfect.

Releasing a short sniff, she cooed. "Hello little one," she breathed as she rocked the pair of them in a slow motion, "I'm your mommy and you will not believe how happy I am to be finally holding you in my arms."

She brought the little boy close to her face, where she breathed in his scent. A concoction of both the warm soap and the soft blend of the baby smell that defined him to who he was; she placed a soft kiss on his forehead. The first one of many, it was within that kiss that Harley displayed her claim on her little boy. A mother's kiss, no other kiss could top it; for it was within this kiss that Harley had promised to her small child that she would let no harm come to him.

"I love you so much." She whispered. "Mommy's little clown."

His eyes more clouded over than before as sleep started to make a claim on him, the infant met Harley's gaze wearily. His eyes focused on her pink lips, Harley had been sure that the little guy had some understanding to what she was saying, but he was just too tired to process it. Proven to be a good listener like his father, the Joker continued to watch from the side as she interacted with their son.

"How are you feeling?" Harley suddenly asked of him.

The Joker frowned, confused by her sudden outburst he glanced across at her. "I should be asking you the same thing." he paused at the sight of their son as he stretched as if in response to his voice. "You did after all, just give birth and make a huge scene of it."

A glare formed its way onto Harley's face, angered by her Puddin's accusation to how lowly she had handled the labour; it wasn't long however until an eventual smile had formed on her lips. She couldn't be angry at him for long, how could she? He had after all agreed to gift their lives with the presence of their new son, a predicament that she long ago believed would never come true.

So no, she could never be mad at her Puddin' for too long.

"It had been difficult, but holding him in my arms now; it's slowly lifting. He was worth it." A cheshire cat smile had claimed her lips again in the time of a heartbeat; the surface area of the love heart tattoo on her cheek having expanded as a result. "Awh Puddin'! I can't actually believe it, here he finally is; our little clown."

Harley's affection for their son more positively displayed than the Joker's, he watched her; his teeth firmly set in his closed lips he watched the interaction that she provided with their son. Troubling for him to assess, his mind struggled to comprehend just to why his Harlequin was so attached to this new-born. She hadn't known him long, a weak little mammal who was dependant on their care for his survival; the baby couldn't offer much. Its not like the infant had his own business tucked away underneath the blanket for the Joker to invest on, and he couldn't even communicate yet. So as to why Harley considered the baby to be of such a high importance to their lives baffled him.

Not able to provide an answer to her question, Harley had turned her attention back to their child. "You're such a pretty little cupcake." She softly cooed to him. In response, the baby just moved his little hands around under the blanket; she continued "Me and daddy are so happy you are here."

The Joker once again pulled a face.

Harley played with their son's fingers as he poked them out of his blanket. "He looks like you, you know."

A random outburst that had ceased the thought process in the Joker's mind, he stopped to devour what his Harlequin had just outputted for him.

A couple days premature, his face was swollen and the colour of his skin proved to resemble a vicious sunburn when pressed against the bleached skin of his mother's. The lips tinted a deeper shade of pink and red, a closer resemblance to the Joker's own red stained lips than Harley's. Amongst all of the qualities that the little tyke had been gifted as a new-born, the biggest gift to Harley's eyes was that he looked like his father.

True, his hair wasn't a defiant emerald green and he was yet to develop his own set of gnashers inside of his mouth (which weren't going to be silver) but the resemblance was still there. The clouded blue eyes that had a defined resemblance to the Joker's in the irises, the small curve of his button shaped nose shadowed the elegant characteristics of his father's. The only feature which had not been passed down from his father's gene pool was the elegance of the boy's hair. A soft trot of golden hair as it curled on the top of his head from his birth, it radiated with beauty that easily matched his mother's.

Completely unexpected, the Joker had found himself to be represented. A gesture, that wasn't exactly deliberate or planned; it was the presence behind it that made a faint smile tug at the corner of the Joker's stained lips. The first positive one in minutes.

"My little JJ," Harley eventually murmured.

The Joker had made a joke a couple months ago, a short one mind you considering he had been in a good mood at the time; that if their child would turn out to be a boy; that he would be called Joker Jr. A small joke from the King Jester, the Joker had never once made the assumption that Harley had stored it in her brain. Not another name rehearsed, it seemed that she had taken a liking to it; a phrase that was continuously echoed from her lips it now seemed only more appealing that his resemblance was so great.

Encouraged by this, the Joker peered down at the infant again. His mind refreshed from its new thoughts, he could've sworn that the small child smiled at him. Not something that he could actually guarantee given the circumstances of his insane personality, he became intrigued at the thought of his own characteristic smile that now hinted on his new son's lips.

To have a son, that both looked and thought like him; to have another player on his well accomplished chessboard to strengthen his security against his kingdom; it intrigued him. Of course, the journey that they would have to endure to reach that stage would be difficult; little JJ had many years ahead of him that he would need to mature into to. On top of that he had his business at his club that needed to attend to, he couldn't risk the chance of the loss of potential investment at the hands of having to change his son's bottom.

But the Joker was proficient, if given another task on top of his already well structured schedule he would just add it in. Non of this nonsense of having to work round a particular problem when it would arise he would see to it that he gave it it's upmost attention, and that involved; the upbringing of his new son.

Joker Jr.

His little JJ.

Hours later, after the excitement of the arrival of little JJ had died down Harley now occupied herself inside of their bed. Her body refreshed from a blissful soak in the marble bath, she found herself surrounded in many cushions and blankets. Surrounded in a soft atmosphere, she had easily succumbed herself to her sleep state after her eventual day. Blessed with the afterglow of giving birth, her skin simply radiated with joy as she slept her first sleep as a new mother. Her mind content to the future that she had with her Puddin' and little clown, little JJ slept content beside her.

Dressed in a plain white baby grow, one that Harley argued complimented his big blue eyes; he too slept blissfully. His mind overactive as it had absorbed so much information of his first few hours to this life, he had been knocked under with exhaustion mere minutes after he had been gifted his name. A clear heavy sleeper like his mother, he slept in the ignorance of his father who stood towering over his crib.

The only one of the clown family who wasn't asleep, he had spent the last twenty minutes stood watching his new-born son. No words spoken and no thoughts expressed, he had been given the pleasure of watching his son sleep without any interruption. An almost soothing activity, his fingers had been occupied with an object that he had been holding onto since Harley had turned in for the night. A man who liked to make his claim known when establishing it to his kingdom with a territorial mark; he had first struggled of how to represent it with his new son. A possession, that belonged solely to both him and Harley; you would have been a fool to think that he would have left his claim hidden.

Unlike Harley, the Joker couldn't make his mark in the form of inked illusions. It was impractical, and unlike with Harley little JJ's connection he had tied with him could never be broken no matter how much he could compel. He was the Joker's son, and nothing could ever take that away from him.

He needed no tattoos to prove that.

So the moment now stood where the Joker hovered over his sleeping son, a gift grasped in his cool fingers he watched the gentle rise of his chest as it would fall up and down. Not wanting to disturb him from his sleep, fingers trailed over the blanket that cushioned him in his spot and the crib had now welcomed another treasure to protect through the night.

A playing card of sorts, it didn't mean much to others but to the Joker it meant everything. An inked Joker that was sprawled against the smooth cardboard he made sure that it was laid face side up. Much like the Joker tattoo that had been claimed on Harley's bleached skin, little JJ's attachment to the Joker came in the form of a playing card. A representation of the pair of them, it was within this playing card that held the promise that the Joker had now made with his son.

A representation of the Joker's claim, little JJ had now become his priority up with the one that he had with his mother. One that wasn't often made, it was followed with the promise to watch out for any harm that could ever cross his son. And if any ever did, there would be hell to pay.

Gifted with a pure and innocence youth to raise and watch mature, the Joker was determined that with Harley by his side he would raise little JJ into the prince that Gotham had been waiting for.

His own little monster.

Little JJ had been born.