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"Mr. J!" shouted Iris with joy. The Joker smiled and picked her up. Iris laid her head on his shoulder and hugged him as tight as she could. "I'm happy to see you," she said smiling at him. "Why did you disappear last time? You could have met Momma."

"I had to leave. I had some business to take care of," he said, sitting her down.

Iris smiled, but suddenly felt Taylor's presence unknown. "Where's Taylor?" she asked looking around. The Joker watched her as she went behind the tree. "Come on, Taylor," she said, pulling his hand. "Come meet Mr. J!"

The Joker sighed seeing how big his son has gotten. He remembered how fragile he was when he was just born. His heart had secretly ached to see him in his state. "Hello, Taylor," he said. The Joker almost laughed seeing the questioning look on his face. "Didn't your mother tell you it's rude not to respond back when someone is talking to you?"

"Momma said that we shouldn't be talking to strangers," said Taylor, giving Iris a look.

"But, Mr. J isn't a stranger," said Iris. Taylor sighed. He liked to see his sister happy, but he would have to be strong for the both of them. The Joker stared at his son. He recognized his hard stare. They looked just like his with no remorse in the world, but he was also proud of him and how he took care of his sister. He will be a good boy, not like me. "Are you going to play with us today, Mr. J?" asked Iris.

The Joker looked away from Taylor and looked back at Iris. "Would you like me to?" he asked, but mainly at Taylor. He gave him a look, but nodded. "All right, then," he said. "Tag! Your it!" he said, tickling Iris, making her giggle. He grabbed Taylor and ran with him making him laugh, as well.

"No fair," she said, running after him still laughing. Not once did he think about explosions or bloodshed. It was just him with his children that he cared about. Nothing else mattered.

A couple months later

Kayla smiled as Bruce played with the kids. She couldn't have chosen a better godfather for the children. She knew that he loved them very much. It's such a shame that they had to grow up fatherless, but Bruce was the next best thing and for that she was grateful.

Kayla gasped when she heard a twig snap behind her. Her head turned around immediately, but she saw no one. She gulped and walked towards where she heard that sound. It came from the swing set hanging on one of the trees. She closed her eyes in relief when she saw no one in sight. Kayla trembled and breathed heavily when she heard the branches shake above her. Out of fear, she dared not to look, but those eyes stared at her, penetrating her skin as they have done before.

"Don't forsake a peace that I have worked so long and hard for. Don't create chaos around our children." She wiped the tears from her eyes harshly and walked back to the kids. They were turning six today and she didn't want anything to ruin this day.

Kayla kept looking around the party making sure that she didn't see the Joker. There were many people in the party, including the children from the neighborhood and the children from Iris' and Taylor's day care. She was afraid that he might be nearby and could almost sense it. Her head turned when she felt someone look at her. A lady was standing by the punch bowl. She was blond, had blue eyes, and she was honestly very pretty, but the snarl look on her face almost made Kayla tremble. Do I know this lady? Who is she? Is she one of the children's mother?

"Kayla?" She turned and saw Bruce, staring worriedly at her. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, it's that lady… She's gone," she said looking back seeing a new set of people standing where she was. She looked around and didn't see her again. "She was just there."

"Who?" he asked.

"The blond woman that was just there," she said frantically.

Bruce frowned. "Have you seen her before?"

Kayla shook her head. "But her stare," she whispered. "It was as if she knew who I was. It was frightening."

"Maybe you're just seeing things," said Bruce, taking a sip from his drink.

Kayla scoffed. "I'm not going crazy, Bruce." Bruce smiled and shrugged. Kayla looked back at the kids and saw them jumping up and down in the jump castle. "I think they might have an imaginary friend, Bruce, but the more they talk about him, the more I begin to think he's real."

"What are you talking about?" asked Bruce.

Kayla looked around to make sure others won't listen. "A couple of months ago, the kids started to talk to this 'Mr. J' person, especially Iris. I don't know if he's an imaginary friend or if he's…" She couldn't bare to say it.

"You think it's the Joker," he said. Kayla nodded. "Why are you telling me this now?"

"Because I wanted to lie to myself, thinking that it was nothing but a child's play, but they talk about him constantly and it scares me," she said, covering her mouth, her trembling. She gave the guests a smile when they turned and looked at them.

"Maybe it is just an imaginary friend. They're young kids. It was bound to happen," he said.

Kayla shook her head. "But, they have each other to play with. Why would they want an imaginary friend?"

"Maybe they want to share something in common with another person. I mean they're very different," he explained.

Kayla smiled. "Since when are you a doctor, Mr. Wayne?" she teased.

Bruce laughed. "I'm no doctor. I'm far from it," he said, giving her a wink.

"I want to show you something," she said, taking him inside the house. She went into the bedroom and pulled out a handkerchief from her drawer. "Mr. J gave Iris this when she scratched herself," she said, giving it to Bruce.

"Is this important?" he asked.

"I think so," she said. "It's the same handkerchief Jack had."

Bruce nodded. She was the only person that he knew who called him by that name. "Well, if this Mr. J person is in fact the Joker, and he most likely is, we know one thing."

"And what is that?" asked Kayla.

"He's doing no harm to them."

"Mr. J, why do have scars on your face?" asked Iris curiously. Taylor also looked at him in curiosity. The Joker's jaw tightened in anger, but he had to contain himself to not let it out. "Mr. J, are you alright? Did I say something wrong?" she asked seeing his distress.

"I-I'm fine," he breathed out. "Just don't a-ask me about the scars."

"Why not?" asked Taylor.

The Joker sighed. "I'll tell you when you are older," he said.

"All right, but we don't like when you're angry, right, Taylor," said Iris.

Taylor smiled. "Yeah, Mr. J. We like it when you play with us. Maybe you can have dinner with us," he suggested.

"Uh," the Joker started, but was interrupted by Kayla's voice. "Maybe next time," he said, getting up.

"But you always say that. When is it going to really happened?" asked Iris, pouting.

"Iris! Taylor!" called Kayla again.

"I, uh, gotta go," he said walking away talking to himself, frustrated.

Iris frowned seeing the Joker walk away. It's almost as if he was afraid of her mother. She gasped when Kayla picked her up in her arms. She smiled back at her mother's loving face. "Momma, you look pretty today."

Kayla gave her a playful smirk and looked at Taylor. "Is she lying to me, Taylor? Does she want something?" she asked, teasingly.

"No, Momma you really do," he said grabbing her skirt.

Kayla smiled. "Well, thank you, my dear children," she laughed and taking Taylor's hand. "I think you two are getting bigger every day."

"Do I weigh a lot, Momma?" asked Iris, playing with her hair.

"If you do, it's a good thing," she said, stepping in the house. She set Iris on the seat, which had a plate of spaghetti in front. She picked Taylor up and sat him opposite Iris. "That means you guys are growing up."

"I want to grow up and be big and strong like Batman!" said Taylor getting up on the chair, doing poses.

"Taylor! Sit down!" demanded Kayla, but couldn't help laughing

Taylor sat down, head hung over. "Sorry, Momma," he muttered.

Kayla nodded and continued to eat. "Well, I want to be a princess and one day Prince Charming will… uh…" thought Iris.

"Sweep you off your feet?" finished Kayla for her.

"Yes! And I'll love him and he'll love me back. Just like in Cinderella," she said, dreamily.

Kayla raised one eye brow and looked at Taylor, who was faking to puke, making Kayla laugh. "Am I the horrible step-mother and your brother the terrible sibling?" she joked.

Iris snapped out of her gaze and looked at her mother. "No, of course not, Momma. It was from one of the books that Uncle Bruce gave us... We sort of forced Mr. J to read it to us. He sounded like he was in pain when he read it. Maybe he doesn't like those kind of stories like Taylor," she said giving him a look, but Taylor stuck his tongue out making Iris do the same thing.

"Children," warned Kayla.

The two stopped and continued eating. "Unfortunately, he left when you called for us, but he looked so upset when we asked him about the scars on his face," said Iris.

Kayla dropped the fork in her hands, making her kids look at her in concern. "Scars?" she whispered.

"Yes, he has scars and green hair," said Taylor. "Maybe he's a clown with that hair," he giggled along with Iris.

Kayla sighed and rested her forehead on her palm. "Why did you not tell me how he looked like before?" she whispered, mainly to herself.

"You never asked, Momma," said Taylor.

Kayla looked back at her children. "As he said anything else about himself?" she asked, trying to sallow down her drink.

"I think I asked him once if he had a wife and a child we could play with, but he got angry too," said Iris thoughtfully.

Kayla closed her eyes. It's him, she thought. It's him.

Kayla hummed silently as hung the laundry. Unfortunately, her drier wasn't working so she had to do it the old fashion way. She smiled warmly as she picked up one of Iris' dresses. It is her favorite and she uses it a couple of times when Kayla took them to church. She made a face when she picked up her mantle. Taylor and Iris thought it'll be funny to have a food fight when she was busy finishing up her curtains for the Wood family.

Kayla sighed and hung it up. She walked to the bed sheets and felt them to see if they were dry already. They were. She reached up and took them down. She folded them gently and put them in the basket. Kayla turned and gasped when she saw the unexpected.

She walked swiftly to reach the end of the sheets. She harshly pushed them out of her way as she passed, but when she reached the end there was no one. She bit her lip from crying, but couldn't help the tears from falling. She collapsed in the ground and rolled herself into a ball. It wasn't about him coming back anymore to disturb the peace. It was about her fearing that her heart will be broken once again. Once was far enough.

Now we know why the Joker chose Mr. J for the kids to call him. Yes, Harley Quinn will be in the story and again if you guys have any ideas for the story, please send them to me with your credit. I'm sort of running out and if I do I don't think I'll be able to continue. Thank you for reading and please review!