The nursemaid stared in shook as Lady Talia killed her sister without a second thought. The blood of her sister and fellow nursemaid contaminated the water, turning it red, with hints of purple that only she could see. Her sister and she were half fae that had somehow been roped into the league of assassins and became nursemaids for the baby Talia had just removed from his incubator.

Talia placed her son in the water, "His name shall be Damian Al Ghul."

The nursemaid stood there frozen. She wanted to stop Talia but she couldn't or she would be killed as well. But Talia had just put a newborn in water mixed with fae blood. The boy would forever have a little bit of fae in him. And Talia would never realize. The nursemaid knew Talia wouldn't be a good mother. The boy deserved to be cherished. There was a place where he could be loved but the poor nursemaid knew the rules and currently didn't have the power to do such a thing.

Then Talia took baby Damian out of the water and handed him to the surprised nursemaid, "Well? Clean and feed him," Talia held her head high as she walked out.

The nursemaid clutched the baby to her chest and quickly took him to her room. Luckily no one asked any questions. She cleaned him before wrapping him in a blanket, "Oh you poor thing. I can't let you live here. I will send you somewhere better," She promised him, setting him on what passed as her bed; "I wish the goblin king would take you away! Right now!" She was begging, just wanting to get the boy as far away from this place as she could.

A storm came from nowhere and before she knew it the Goblin king was standing by the window, "You aren't going to run the labyrinth for him, are you?" He asked, picking up the baby. He had already noticed the nursemaid was half fae, which likely meant she knew about him, the gobbling kingdom, and his lanyrinth.

The nursemaid bowed, "Your majesty. No, I'm not running to get the baby back," She could only look at the floor.

Jareth inspected the baby boy. The boy's bright blue eyes fascinated him, and his raven black hair. Jareth also noticed that the boy had recently been tainted with fae blood, "What is his name?"

"Damian Al Ghul," The nursemaid answered.

"Demon Tamer. A rather fitting name. I see no need to change it. I will make him my heir and prince," Jareth proclaimed, "But you know the rules. I must give you something if you aren't running."

The nursemaid looked up, "I only want to know that the boy is happy and cared for by a loving family. Not growing up in this wretched place," She knew that Jareth wouldn't be turning the boy into a goblin from what he said.

Jareth looked into her heart, "You're sister was killed and you just want to be with her again," He spoke calmly.

The nursemaid looked down at the ground again and nodded. She knew there were only a few ways that that was possible.

"Then you will be with her again," Jareth said.

Talia was searching for that stupid nursemaid who was supposed to have her son after the nursemaid hadn't shown up with Damian on time. She stormed into the nursemaid's room but stopped when she saw the nursemaid laying on the floor, dead, eyes closed and a peaceful smile on her lips. Damian was nowhere in the room. Something had taken him and killed the nursemaid. It was even possible that the nurse maid had been in on it and had been killed or killed herself so she couldn't reveal Damian's location.

The search for Damian lasted months, but he was never found. No one, absolutely no one in the world knew where Damian was. And although Talia hadn't asked Bruce but she had checked in at the manor through her own means just to make sure.

Talia finally gave up and decided to just start over, but after a storm one night all her work was gone. No ways of cloning him or doing anything else like that. She had had her child stolen from her and had no way of replacing him. That was her punishment for what she would've put Damian through.

Jareth appeared in his throne room, holding the baby, Damian, close in one arm. He waved his hand and a crib appeared next to his throne made out of rubies with black, silky blankets. Jareth felt that it was fitting for the boy, even if it didn't fit the aesthetic of his castle. Jareth set the boy in the crib. He caressed the baby's cheek and bright blue eyes stared up at him curiously. Jareth knew there was no waiting 13 hours for any reason with the boy, "I name you, Prince Damian Al Ghul of the goblin kingdom and claim you as mine."

Glitter settled down on Damian and the baby sneezed when some landed on his nose. His ears pointed a little, and his hair became a bit blacker. Some of his baby fat vanished and his facial structure shifted to be a bit more slender. To top it off his skin now had a slight permanent sparkle. Nothing like Twilight vampires though. Damian was now a fae like Jareth. His fae features would be more noticeable in later years.

Jareth picked Damian back up, "Goblins!" He called. There was a skittering and murmuring as goblins filled the throne room curiously, "We have a new addition to the family to celebrate!"

The night was filled with dancing and singing that lasted hours upon hours. Somehow little Damian fell asleep.

After the Labyrinth Sarah had tried to live a normal life, well at least as normal as life could get. But she had never stopped believing. She wrote a book about her adventure that became a movie. She had gotten older and came to understand the goblin king. She could've called him, gone back to him, but she didn't. She never got married. No human could be equal to the goblin king. She was content with living a single life. Life wasn't supposed to be fair after all, so if she didn't end up with the goblin king that was okay.

But she changed her mind after one Christmas Eve was ill spent with her family. Her mother had berated her about needing to get a real job that wasn't writing and get married. There were other comments about stuff like kids and college but Sarah didn't listen to any of those. She ended up storming out of the house.

She threw her hands up into the air, "I wish the goblin king would take me away, right now!" She shouted. Below would be better than here. She didn't care what she had just asked could lead to. She just wanted away from Above.

Jareth didn't show up like last time. Instead goblins whisked her away to his castle. She wasn't surprised to see Jareth, lounging on his throne with a bundle in his arms that was clearly a baby. He probably just had a sibling that belonged to a runner that was going through the labyrinth right at this moment. The crib did make her curious though. The crib was really fancy.

"Sarah, you finally called," Jareth said, standing up and readjusting how he was holding the baby. He had been surprised to hear Sarah's wish and had immediately sent goblins to fetch her.

"Another poor boy or girl trapped in the labyrinth trying to rescue their sibling? Is that why you sent your goblins to fetch me instead of coming yourself?" Sarah asked, crossing her arms, slightly upset. It seemed he hadn't changed one bit. She had really been hoping Jareth had changed.

"Actually no. This is Prince Damian. He was being fussy and I was trying to get him to sleep, which he finally did within the time it took you to say you're wish. It has been a very long month trying to figure out how to actually take care of a baby. Goblins are easier and 13 hours at a time doesn't count," Jareth stated.

"Prince?" Sarah was confused. When did Jareth have a son? It had probably been with some girl he had trapped after Sarah had returned with Toby to Above. This meant she wasn't as special as he had made it seem all those years ago when she had ran the labyrinth. Sarah shouldn't have cared if he had had an affair with some other girl but for some reason it did, and the idea made her slightly upset.

"Yes. He was wished away by a half fae who wanted him to grow up happy and away from his mother, who I've been watching and she is an evil woman. It is good the dear half fae thought to send little Damian away. I took a liking to him and made him my heir. I mean, it didn't look like you were coming back ever and I would have no other as my queen. I needed an heir and Damian is in my opinion perfect," Jareth winced slightly when Damian woke up crying. It always took him forever to figure out why Damian was crying no matter the situation

Sarah snatched Damian from Jareth and bounced the baby, hushing him and soothing him until he fell back asleep, nuzzled close to Sarah's chest. The poor boy must've had a nightmare, "You really have no idea what you're doing, do you?" Sarah sighed and looked at Jareth. She was glad that Jareth had changed. Jareth had after all taken a wished away child and taken him in as his own. And then Jareth had proceeded to try and raise the child on his own. Even if it had failed to an extent, it meant Jareth wasn't as cold hearted or cruel as he came off as sometimes. He had a heart.

"No, I don't," Jareth admitted. He was slightly upset that Sarah had just taken Damian from him, but it was kind of a pouting upset, not a rage upset. He was Damian's father. He had taken on the responsibility to take care of Damian. He should be the one getting Damian back to sleep, not Sarah. It wasn't her responsibility. Even if she was his equal, she hadn't chosen to be his queen, probably never would. That meant the responsibility of taking care of Damian didn't extend to her.

Sarah nodded and smiled softly at Damian. He looked so cute asleep, with his little pointy ears and skin that sparkled slightly when the light hit it right, "I guess I will have to stay here then," She hummed. Jareth couldn't take care of Damian alone, even if he did technically have the goblins to help.

"Sarah…" Jareth started. He knew what he wanted. He wanted to be with Sarah, and provide Damian a full and proper family.

Sarah looked up to meet Jareth's eyes with a curious look. She wondered what he was going to say.

"Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave." Jareth said words he had said before but now they held a different meaning for Sarah. They were a promise, a vow, a proposal.

"Yes… I will," As soon as the words left her mouth his lips were pressed against her's. Glittery magic swirled around them, binding them together for eternity.

The goblin king and the goblin queen with their little prince held close. An odd little mismatched family. Nonetheless they were family.