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Kayla whimpered as she slept. Her body felt like it was paralyzed in pain. It came from the middle of her back. That single spot spread to the rest of her body. Her head felt light and she could almost feel her lungs shrinking in size.

"Kayla," said a voice above her.

Mom, she thought. No, it was masculine. Father Thomas, is that you?

Suddenly there was a sharp pain across her face. Her eyes flashed open, panting for air. She felt her sweaty hair stick around her face. She jumped slightly as she felt a cold hand on her face. She looked up to see the Joker staring down at her. She swallowed hard, wishing she had a glass of water for her parched throat.

"I'm sorry I slapped you. You wouldn't wake up," he said. Kayla stirred, glad that the pain was gone, but the remembrance of the pain remained. She felt something sticking to her body and realized she clothes on. "I put them on you in case the children would come in," said the Joker. "I think you don't want them to see you naked."

Kayla sighed thinking about their kids. "Have you checked on the kids?" she asked, finally speaking.

He pulled back and nodded. "They're still sleeping, but…" he trailed off.

Kayla frowned. "But what?" she asked

"Iris had an accident," he said.

Kayla sighed. "She wet the bed again. It's been happening once so often," she said. "I think I'm going to have buy night pampers for her."

"Isn't she a little too old to be wetting the bed?" she asked.

Kayla groaned and got up stretching. The Joker's eyes flickered to her naked skin as her shirt pulled up, but quickly looked away. "She is, but I'm thinking of taking her to a child psychologist or something," she said.

The Joker growled. "She doesn't need that crap. Those doctors don't know anything. I know. I've experienced them and they don't know shit."

"How do you know what she needs?" said Kayla angrily. "She probably does and we might never know if we do nothing. She has a father who is an insane serial killer and a mother who has a tormented mind. She herself could be mentally ill."

The Joker glared at her, but knew that she was telling the truth. "Do you think that if she does get help, she won't turn out like me?" he asked calmly.

Kayla nodded. "Or me."

"Momma?" said a small voice. They turned and saw Iris looking shamefully at Kayla.

"Hi, baby," said Kayla. Iris ran to her mother's arms and hugged her tightly.

"I'm sorry that I wet the bed," she sobbed.

"It's all right, sweetheart," cooed Kayla. The Joker leaned against the wall as Kayla gave him a sad expression.

"Mr. J bathed me last night," she sniffed.

Kayla cocked her head back. "Did he now?" she asked looking at him.

Iris nodded. "So I wouldn't stay dirty," she explained.

Kayla smiled. "Well, wasn't that since of him," she said. The Joker scowled and left the room. "Iris do you know why you have wet dreams?"

Iris shook her head. "They just happen."

Kayla sighed. "It's all right, Iris. It'll all be all right," she said.

"No it won't, Momma. It won't," she said.

Kayla frowned. "Why not?"

"How come Freddy and Cindy have two parents and me and Taylor only have one?" she asked.

Kayla stiffened. She had dreaded this day since the Joker left her. "Iris…"

"They even take family pictures together and we are only three when we should be four. I know Uncle Bruce isn't my daddy, so who is it?" asked Iris. Kayla closed her eyes, trying not to cry. "Please, Momma, I want to know."

Kayla opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a crash coming from the kitchen. Kayla got up and ran into the kitchen. Her eyes widened when she say Taylor on top of the counter. He had dropped a plate. Luckily it wasn't glass.

"Taylor Naiper, what on Earth are you doing?!" she cried, picking him off the counter. "You could have fallen on your head!"

"Sorry, Momma, I was hungry," he said.

"Then why didn't you come to make you breakfast?" she said.

Taylor pouted. "Because I'm a big boy," he said.

"Aw, he wants to be a big boy," sneered someone. Kayla turned and saw a woman standing a few feet away. She was dressed as a harlequin, with a red and black suit. Just like the Joker, her make-up was smeared and had a cynical look on her face.

"They look just like him," she hissed. Kayla grasped Taylor tighter and pushed Iris behind her as Harley took a step towards her. "You're the reason why he doesn't love me anymore," she said, almost crying. Kayla gulped and noticed a scar on the side on her face.

"I will kill what stands between us and then we can be happy together. Forever," she said, pulling out a gun, pointing it at them. "Suffer you will, Evans. Can you believe he will call your name at night?"

Kayla trembled and her children clinged to her, sobbing. "You took away what mean most to me so I will take away what means the most to you," she said, looking at the twins.

Kayla shook her head. "No, if you want to kill them you're going to have to go through me first," she said.

Harley laughed. "I will kill you," she hissed, cocking the gun. The kids jumped along with Kayla, but someone snatched the gun from her hand. "Mr. J!" cried Harley. Kayla saw this chance to take the kids out of the kitchen. "I'm just doing it because I love you."

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" he barked, pulling her by her hat. Harley winced because he was also yanking her hair.

"Please, don't hurt me," she pleaded.

"Get out of here," he said, pulling her out the door. "I don't ever want to see you come anywhere near here, understand?" he said, throwing her to the ground.

"Why?!" she cried. "What does she have that I don't?!"

The Joker only stared at her. What does she have that makes me go crazy over her?

"Why do you love her?" she screamed.

"LEAVE!" he howled. Harley sobbed and ran off before the Joker really got angry.

The Joker stomped back, but stopped abruptly seeing Iris and Taylor crying on Kayla's shoulders. He ran a hand through his hair. Why do I feel guilty when it comes to these people?

"Momma," sobbed Iris.

"Is he our daddy?" she asked.

Kayla looked at the Joker and bit her lip. The Joker looked back her almost frightened. "H-He…"

"I am," said the Joker. "I am."

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