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Four months later

Kayla ran the cloth on the sowing machine. She was trying to pick up business again, even if she was pregnant. She was five months along and it already showed. Bruce was angry at her for allowing this to happen again, but he, of course, told her that he'll be there for her. It's obvious that the Joker has given him a hard time and that he didn't like him, but Bruce was a good man. He wouldn't let his personal grudges get in the way to kill someone. It's obvious that the Joker didn't like, or even hated, Bruce, as well. He was jealous of him because how he was to Iris and Taylor, the power and wealth that he had, and the friendship with Kayla.

Kayla looked up at the clock above her and groaned seeing that it was past midnight. She jumped up when she heard the door of the backyard open. She panicked and grabbed the broom that was by the door of her sowing room. She opened the door carefully, making sure the coast was clear. She then turned her head towards the living room as she heard heavy breathing coming from that direction.

Gripping the broom, Kayla walked through the hall, trying not to make a sound. She prayed silently and was prepared to hit anything that came her way. She raised her broom over her heard as she entered the living room, ready to attack the person doing the heavy breathing and grunting. She grew white as she saw the Joker saying on the couch with a blood stained jacket.

"Jack!" she cried, dropping the broom. She ran over to him and gasped at the wound. "W-What happened?"

"Isn't it obvious? I got fucking shot!"

"Who did this to you?" she asked.

The Joker breathed heavily. "You can thank Gotham's special police for this. They're fighting off crime very well," he said, sarcastically.

Kayla glared at him. "Well, they must have had a reason to shoot you," she said, getting up to get a band-aid kit. She quickly came back and began to remove his jacket, vest, and shirt. "Damn it, why do you were so much clothes?"

"Like taking them off, Kitty," he said, chuckling darkly.

"Shut up," she said annoyed, making him laugh harder. She poured alcohol on top of the wound, making the Joker hiss in pain.

"Kayla, you have to take off the bullet," he ordered.

"What?! Are you crazy? You are going to see a doctor!" said Kayla.

"No," he growled, gripping her shirt. "You need to do it."

"B-But, I don't know how," she said, panicking.

"Just pull it out," he grunted. Kayla looked at him as if he were more crazier that he already was. She had no other choice, but to obey him or she might just was this man die from blood loss. She growled to herself and went to look for a pair of forceps to get the bullet out. She came back and braced herself to take the bullet out. She stared down at the Joker to seek his approval and she received it.

Kayla winced as she stuck the forceps inside the Joker's skin, making him groan in pain. He panted hard as Kayla tried to take the bullet out. She finally found the metal scrap and began to pull it between the forceps. She didn't notice the tears coming down her face as she puled the bullet out and seeing the pain in the Joker's face. The Joker let out a scream as the bullet finally came out.

Kayla immediately pressed a cloth against the wound and poured more alcohol onto it. "I'm sorry, Jack," she sobbed. The Joker looked at her and she almost seemed to be in the same amount of pain as he was. He almost felt guilty to have made her do this in the first place. She grabbed a bandage and began to wrap it around the Joker's arm. She sniffed as she tied the cloth together. "I'll check it in the morning to change it and make sure it isn't infected."

The Joker cupped her face and wiped the tears away. "Stop crying," he barked, cranky.

She sniffed. "You should get some rest, Jack. You look tiered."

The Joker nodded. "I am tiered." Kayla helped him up and lead him to the bedroom. It's been a while since they had one quiet night, if they ever had one together.

Kayla was shocked when she woke up the next morning, seeing the Joker still by her side. She almost jumped out of her skin, finding a man on her bed. His arm was around her waist, snoring lightly. She sighed sadly moved closer to his body. She loved him and hated him. He was cruel, but who could blame him. He grew up abused and the world wasn't nice to him either. He no friends, no family. Am I the only thing he has? Thought Kayla.

"You're going to make me crazy, Jack," she whispered, running her hand down his face. She thought of the baby living inside her. She knew it wouldn't change him. Nothing will actually, but she feared it won't be as lucky as Iris and Taylor. She had contemplated for months if she should keep it, but she never would have the guts to go into an abortion clinic. She suddenly felt her cheeks get wet.

The Joker opened his eyes, hearing a sob coming out of Kayla's mouth. He flicked her tears away with his thumb. "Why are you crying?" he asked in an annoyed tone.

"Nothing you would care about," huffed Kayla, pushing his back to move out of the bed, but the Joker was too quick for her and she was lying on her back. "Get off me!" she cried, but the Joker only laughed.

"Oh! Kitty, how I missed you're mood swings! I should get you pregnant more often," he giggled.

"Shut up, Jack! You want this child no more than me," she snapped, quickly regretting saying.

The Joker froze and looked at her in rage. "What did you say?" he snarled. Kayla gulped. "Is that what you think of me?"

Kayla shook her head. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"Yes, you did," he said, removing himself from on top of her.

Kayla watched in grief as he sat at the end of the bed, grunting as he held his wounded arm. "Let me clean the wound, Jack," she said, placing a hand on his shoulder, but he flinched away. "Jack, please," she begged. "Stay here, I'll go get the first aid kit." Kayla quickly made her way to the bathroom and got the supplies she needed. Lucky for her, the Joker was still there, unmoved. She removed the bandage on his arm and winced seeing the wound reopened. "You should have gone to a hospital."

The Joker snorted. "Like if they'll tend to someone like me."

"No one knows you here. I mean they here about you, but you don't look like the Joker without your makeup on," she said. He glanced at her as she dip the alcohol onto a piece of cotton balls. He winced as she pressed onto the wound. "Does it burn?" she asked, but he just stared. She tried to be as gentle as possible to clean the wound up as much as she could. She gently blew on it, trying to ease the burning sensation.

Kayla looked up and smiled as the Joker kept on staring at her. She grabbed the bandage and began to wrap it around his arm. "Hopefully it doesn't get infected. You might loose this arm."

The Joker arched a brow up. "That would hurt business by a lot," he said, darkly.

Kayla chuckled, shaking her head. "Maybe it'll teach you a lesson," she said, getting up, but she was pulled down onto the bed with the Joker hovering over her.

"How would you feel if I were to loose my arm?"

Kayla giggled. "It'll be very hard to have sex up against the wall."

The Joker grinned. "My favorite position," he whispered in her ear. "You still didn't answer my question."

"What do you think, Jack? Do you think I let you come back time and time again if I hated you?"

"Actually, I thought it was because of the kids," he said.

Kayla sighed "Just get off me, Jack," she said calmly. The Joker snarled and got up, slamming the door as he left the bedroom. Kayla rolled her eyes and got up from the bed she took of her clothes, while she turned the shower on. She waited until the water got warm until she stepped in. She moaned as the water sprayed across her skin. She hummed to herself as she washed herself with soap. She jumped when she felt a pair of hands on her sides.

She turned and saw the Joker behind her. She gasped and the Joker suddenly grabbed her by the neck and pulled her to him. "Yes," he said. "This is how I like you," he growled, squeezing her neck harder. "Willing, at my mercy."

"Jack, what are you doing?" she whimpered.

"You are nothing, but trouble, Kitty. That necklace means nothing to me," he snarled. Kayla's eyes water. His words hurt her more that his abuse. "Don't you see that this is who I am? How you'll be treated if you let me in?"

"You're the one who comes back!" she spat out.

The Joker released her, but pushed her back against the wall, lifting her arms above her. "Shut up! You want to be manhandled by me until you die?!"

"I love you," she said in disgust. "I'm forced to want it."

The Joker growled. "Why you even like me? LOOK AT ME! I'm hideous, inside and out. I disgust people for the things I do. God put me here to kill. The devil himself might be possessing my body."

Kayla shook her head. "N-No, don't say that, Jack. You're not a demon."

"And how you do you know?" he said, darkly.

"Because if you were a cruel man you wouldn't love your children. If you truly were a monster, you would have killed me a long time ago or children. You're just a tortured soul, Jack," she said, trying to convince.

"NO! STOP CALLING ME THAT!" he barked. He panted in anger. "I am the Joker."

Kayla looked at him frightened. "Who did this to you?" she said.

The Joker cocked his head back, smiling. "Everyone."

Kayla sighed sadly. "How can I save you, Jack," she whispered. The Joker picked her up, forcing her legs go around his waist. Kayla traced her hand cross his face, her thumb across his lips. "I wish I could do something, but I can't. I just have to bare and watch," she said, giving his a peck on his lips. "And fuck you and try to love you, but I can't bare it anymore. I need to move on, Jack."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"After our child is born, I don't know if I'll move or if I'll just marry a good man so the kids can have a father," she said, sadly.

The Joker looked at her, frowning. "But I'm their father," he growled.

Kayla nodded. "I know, but you're never here."

"You love me," he said, pressing his head against hers.

Kayla bit her lip. "I do, but I can't take it anymore, Jack," she sobbed. "I can't." The Joker crushed his lips against hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt his position himself between her legs and gasped as he entered her. "Oh, Jack," she moaned. He thrust into her harder against the shower wall.

"Fuck," he said, looking down were their bodies met. He was fascinated as his shaft disappeared into her. Her groans and whimpers made him thrust faster.

Kayla scratched his back as the water hit his skin. "Harder, Jack!" The Joker growled feeling her walls start to shake. He cupped her mound and began to rub against her clit. "Yes! Right there," she cried. Kayla growled loudly as her climax exploded in her body, milking the Joker's shaft.

"Damn it," he groaned. He took her mouth in his and devoured her scream as he continued her orgasm. The Joker gasped into her mouth as he finally came deep inside her vessel. He grunted as he thrust a few more times until his head slumped onto her neck. Kayla wrapped her arms around him. She silently sobbed against the Joker's shoulder. She had a feeling that this would the last time she would be like this with him.

The Joker looked up and noticed the water getting cold against his back. "We should get out," he said. Kayla nodded and proceeded to follow him out of the shower. They quickly changed in silence, not being able to look at each other. Kayla watched him helplessly as he put on his coat. She walked up to him and fixed his collar. She tried not to look up, but felt his cold glove lifting her face up.

"You tell the kids to keep safe," he said.

Kayla nodded. He hesitated, but leaned down and pressed his lips to her mouth. Kayla stood on her toes, deepening the kiss. He cupped her head, pulling her closer to him. She felt his tongue run across her lips and she gladly opened her mouth for him. Their kiss was passionate, but was shortly lived. The Joker pulled away and almost ran out of the house. Kayla sobbed silently, seeing the Joker go. Part of her was leaving with him, but she knew she had to do this. She had to let go of the Joker.

Sorry for the fast lemon scene. I hope I did a good job for this chapter. I feel like I'm loosing readers. If so, can someone tell me how to improve this story, so people continue to read. Thank you for reading and please review!

P.S. - I'm going to add a new character to the story. He's not going to be a main role, but he'll be there. And yes, he's a real Batman character.