Disclaimer: I own no Batman characters. They belong to DC Comics, Bob Kane, and, in some cases, Chris Nolan.

In this chapter we meet the Joker's favorite paranoid schizophrenic! Guess who it is! Just guess, I dare you!

Anyway, on with this show!

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"JC!?" Edward yelled into the darkness. "Sorry, I just hate the dark." Crane said, voice cracking. Edward sighed. "Jesus H, love, you gave me a heart attack."

Edward reached out and pulled Crane into a protective embrace. "Maybe we should light a candle, or try to find a flash light." Jack suggested. Bruce also had instinctively embraced Jack in a protective hug.

"I've got neither, but it's weird, our power system is hooked up to the line of houses on the street. If our power went out, so did theirs." Edward said. "Wait, Edward, didn't you ounce tell me that all of the power in this side of the city was hooked up to each other?" Jack asked. Edward nodded, though not visible. "Yea...why?" Edward asked. "Well, if we lost power, then that means.... They all lost power too." Jack mused. Crane gasped in horror. Edward cut in.

"What are you getting at, Jack?" Edward tightened his hold on Crane. "That means its a-" Jack was cut off by Bruce. "-blackout." He deadpanned. "W-what?! L-like in that movie, 'Thirty Day's Of Night?!" Crane stumbled over his words. Joker giggled. "Not exactly, Johnny-boy, that movie was set in Alaska, where it's dark for a few months. Gosh, get out more."

"If you haven't noticed, I've been cooped up in an asylum for a year and a half." Crane grumbled. "Didn't stop me." Joker mumbled back.

"Well, I'm going to look out the doorway, and see if everyone else's power went out." Bruce said, cautiously getting up and fumbling to the door. He unlocked it and looked out. He couldn't tell if other people's power was out, because it was day time. But as soon as he opened the door, he got shoved back inside by a guy dressed one of the Joker's old hench clowns.

He had a gun. "Don't even think about moving, fuckers!" He yelled. There was enough light coming from the open door to see now. The Joker bolted up. "And who the fuck may you be. As you look like you should work for me!" Joker said. The clown cackled. "Ooh, pretty boy's got a way with words, huh? Well try these words 'sit the fuck down or I shoot ya'!'" The clown pointed the gun at the Joker. Joker raised his hands. "Okay, friend, lets not do anything drastic here. You-HAHA-you don't want to kill us. Tell me, who do you work for?"

Before the clown could answer, a voice cut him off. "He works for me." A soothing, chiming, voice said. A body coming in from outside. The outline of the man was in the doorway, he looked to be lilthe, lanky, and skinny. Almost like Crane. The man directed his attention to his hench clown. "Now, Dexter, don't harm these people. They are not a threat to our operation. Come now, Dexter." The soothing voice said.

By this time Edward had shielded Crane with his whole body, and Bruce had taken Jack in a defensive hug. "Who are you people, and what do you want with us?!" Edward shouted to the men. The skinny man looked at Edward. "My dear friend, I ask nothing of you. My hench clown just simply got the wrong house. I assure you, we mean you all no harm." The man said.

By this time, the Joker thought he may have recognized the mans voice. Then it clicked in his head. The Joker slowly walked up to the man. Why slowly? He didn't want to get shot. He put his hand on the man's cheek.

"Tommy? Tommy Schiff?" He had always called Thomas Schiff 'Tommy', because it bugged him so much. "Yes...? Oh my God, Joker. Mistah. J?" Tommy truly sounded shocked. Joker smiled. "Yea, Tommy, it's me."

The 3 people in his whole life Jack ever cared about were: Bruce Wayne, Edward Nygma, and Thomas Schiff. Joker had been informed that Tommy had been killed by Harvey Dent. But he was told lies.

Tommy hugged the Joker tightly, and muffled into the crook of his neck. "They told me he killed you." He said. The Joker laughed. "They told me he killed you. We were both miss informed, I guess." Joker replied. Then he felt the baby kick, and wondered if Tommy felt it to. He did.

"Joker, did something just kick me....?" Tommy asked. Joker pulled away and looked at the floor. "Yes, I s'pose." He mumbled. "Ok... What kicked me?" Tommy asked.

"My baby." The Joker mumbled, not understandable. "What's that, Joker, I didn't here you?" Tommy cupped his hand to his ear, to hear Joker better. "My baby!" The Joker yelled. "Happy, I'm pregnant. What kicked you was my baby. Bruce's baby, and my baby. Our little leech."

*Edward cringe* Crane gave a small smile to Edward. "Oh, Joker, your pregnant! I'm so proud!" Tommy jumped up and down, hugging the Joker tight again.

"Thomas Lee Schiff, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Joker asked. "I'm not some sort of freak?" The Joker grabbed Tommy by the shoulders and looked him in the big sparkling blue eyes.

"Well, the funny thing about that...." Before Tommy could finished, a little girl came bounding through the doorway. Pulling on Tommy's coat. "Daddy, Daddy, when are we getting the ice cream?" She asked. The girl had to be the most prettiest little thing any of the men ever saw. She had thick, curly, blonde hair, big blue eyes, and a big smile. She was wearing a pink dress with black buckle shoes. Your regular Shirley Temple.

"Joker, meet Lillian Rose, your daughter."

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A/N: Well.... Shit. Haha, thats probably what the Joker's thinking right about know. I have decided, the way all these men got pregnant is from the radiation in Gotham's Narrows. Which means Crane has a possibility of getting knocked up to.