Delilah held her three week old child. He was so precious, how could she give him up? Reuben. Her second born. Black hair, like his grand sire, blue eyes like his mother. The babe was asleep, and made little noises. She kissed his temple. So precious. . .

Delilah was in the park, sitting on a bench, pondering what she should do. She had decided to keep both children until they were weaned, then give them up. She had just given up Shiri, her first born, when she found out she was pregnant with Reuben. They deserved better than what she could offer. A mother who was away all the time and no father. Right now she could handle a kid, she had a flexible schedule. But what about when she got a job? She would not have the time. Good thing she was getting financial support from her mother too. It was only a matter of time.

The light was fading in the glow of the sunset. Better get going, she thought. Gotham was a different place at night and even though she was trained in combat, she was a woman with a baby. It was like holding up a sign that said "mug me". She placed Reuben in his pram and started to walk to her car. It was dark enough now that the stars were coming out. Delilah quickened her pace knowing the sooner she got to her car the better.

"Well, well, well," came an all to familiar voice, "If it isn't Delilah." Delilah turned to see the Joker reproaching her. "Long time no see. I see you had your baby."

"Our baby," Delilah corrected him. "The child is yours too."

"Now, how am I supposed to know that?" Joker teased, insinuating that she had shared her bed with others than himself. He knew that she was only for him.

"You know. . ." she said dauntingly. Joker laughed.

"Yes I do," he conceded. He walked even closer, peering into the pram. "Let's take a look-see!" He reached in and pulled Reuben out before Delilah could protest. "Ah a son!" He cackled. Reuben giggled. Delilah snatched him back. "He's like me."

"Give him back!" She snapped, returning Reuben to his pram.

"So what'd you name him? Joker Jr?" Joker smirked.

"None of your business," Delilah said turning around and walking away. Joker followed her.

"But it is my business," he said moving in front of her. "You said yourself, he's our child. Now why don't I get a say in my son's life?"

"Why should you care?" Delilah shot back.

"Maybe I want the little guy." Joker shrugged.

"You stay away from him, or so help me I'll-" Delilah threatened.

"You'll what?" Joker said in a mocking voice. He laughed, eliciting another giggle from Reuben.

"Just leave us alone, alright." Delilah said walked past him. This time Joker cut in between her and the pram.

"Come now love. . ." he said caressing her cheek. He pecked at her lips. "It has been too long." It was true, he had not visited Delilah tried to bat him away.

"I have to go," she said solemnly.

"Mmmmmhm," he said, unrelenting in his attentions. "Then go. . ." Joker taunted. He bushed his lips against hers. For a moment she was about to give in, but then Reuben started crying. Delilah returned to the pram and picked him up. She bounced him gently and spoke soothingly, to no avail. Joker rolled his eyes, and took the child from her. He made a face at Reuben, making the boy laugh. Joker handed the kid back to Delilah. "Catch ya later. . ." Joker said disappearing into the shadows.

By now it was full dark. Delilah returned to her car and drove home, shaken. What was the Joker planing. . .? She fed Reuben and put him in his crib and then opened a bottle of wine. Delilah sat in front of her fireplace. What did he want? It seem she was always asking questions about him. Would she never understand him? She sighed and downed her glass. More questions. Eventually sleep found her.

The next day was the weekend and Delilah needed much rest. With school and a child, she was exhausted. Not that she couldn't handle it, Reuben was an easy babe. Much less demanding than Shiri was. It was that night that Joker visited her again.

"Delilah, Delilah, Delilah," he said with a click of his tongue. "You know I can't stay away from you long. . ." he leaned down to caress her neck with his lips. Delilah scoffed.

"You don't need me Joker."

"Mmmm, but I do. And you want me." He laughed softly, crazily.

"I do," she admitted wrapping her arms around his neck and running her fingers through his hair.

"I want to show you something," he said mischievously pulling her toward the bathroom. There he washed off his make-up to show her what he looked like without.

"What's the point?" Delilah asked, thinking he was quite handsome.

"I don't know. . .what do you think the point is?" Joker cackled.

"With or without, you're still a crazy, psychopathic, murdering criminal."

"And you're in love with me. . ." he pointed out cruelly, grabbing her throat. "So what does that make you?"

"It makes me-"

"A freak," he finished for her. "Looks like we're not as different as you thought we were." He stared at her, his dark eyes boring into her soul.

"We are not the same, Joker. We can never be. I can never be like you." Delilah told him. His face darkened with anger. But then he stopped and grinned.

"Takes more muscles to frown then to smile!" He cracked up and released her. Delilah shook her head.

"You crazy. . ." She commented.

"I am," He said and kissed her suddenly, fiercely. They backed out of the bathroom, kissing all the while. "Ah, Delilah I have missed your company." Joker said at a harsh whisper as he moved her toward the couch.

"Oh, Joker. . .I did too. . .