This chapter is probably gonna make you hate me too :')

A few more prompts before I move onto the movie.

Prompt: Rage

The day happened all too fast for the Joker's liking. So, so, fast that he couldn't stop it.

It began like any other morning between his Lamb and himself. He'd cover her in kisses and the response was the lovely sound of giggling. They'd playfully dance around their bedroom, humming loudly. The Joker would chatter playfully to the growing child in Lena's stomach, making the woman show her pearly whites.

The sweet morning came to an end when The Joker received a message from Frost that Penguin wanted to meet with him. Why at the time, was a mystery to him as they'd just finished up a business deal.

Seeing no threat with taking his little Lamb with him, they were on their way to the warehouses outside of Gotham city, where Penguin was currently operating from apparently after Batman has stormed his previous.

Lena attached herself to his side as they entered, the warehouse was unsurprisingly filled with crates and men that worked for Penguin. The Joker pecking Lena's forehead as she gazed around the large building.

It seemed that Penguin wanted the Joker's help in recovering some things stolen from him when Batman swooped into his base.

Penguin was the distraction while the Joker went to recover the stolen goods. Fair enough. Time was limited so he was forced to have Lena stay at the warehouse but not alone – no, he wouldn't trust anyone not to touch what was his.

Frost was to stay with her, and he did. The Joker couldn't have asked for more from him after how that evening when.

The heist was successful however it seemed Penguin had other plans and rigged the warehouse with explosives to set off after he lured Batman inside. Frost discovered the plan when he came across some explosives and after hearing that Batman had been sighted, it dawned on him. Rushing to Lena to get her out was his top priority.

So, he did – almost, they had made it from the building when suddenly the bombs went off and both went flying forwards.

Both were injured however Lena had it the worst – she'd landed on her stomach.

The Joker clutched his hair, tugging at it as fear flooded through him. Anger was another, so, so angry. He wanted to rip that man apart and bring him back just to do it again and again. His eyes rose to the double door which behind had His Lamb and child surrounded by doctors. Private ones – Frost couldn't have exactly walked into a hospital holding a woman that was considered highly dangerous and a criminal.

Frost was laying on a cot at the other side of the room, hardly conscious. He was pumped up with drugs to keep him numb to the burns. The Joker knew the fact that Lena next door was keeping him awake.

Frost had expected the Joker to blow his brain out as soon as he stormed into the room but didn't something else instead.

Hugged him.

Very un-Joker like but seeing the worried, terrified but relieved expression on his face was enough to tell him that he was thankful. Even if they'd both gotten hurt it was unlikely either would die from the burns.

He was thankful the Frost had gotten his Lamb out.

The Joker's head snapped up as the head doctor – Missy Thompson – past through the doors. He was on his feet in an instant.

"Tell me," he growled.

Missy inhaled deeply before exhaling, "Lena will recover but the force that she landed on her stomach," she grimaced and the Joker did not like the feeling of dread that filled his gut, "Sent her into an early labor but the child didn't survive the initial hit I'm afraid."

He waited for some sort of misery, heartbreak, sadness - anything but he felt numb. Suddenly his ears rushed, heart thumped painfully in his chest and with an angry cry that startled everyone in the surrounding area, he through several chairs about. Using all his willpower not to the shot the woman in the head because she was Lena's friend and the only doctor he trusted with his Lamb.

He found himself crouching, hands tangled in his hair again as he clenched his eyes tightly closed but it didn't stop the tears from spilling. God, he was crying, when was the last time he'd done that?

He might be crazy – psychotic - but he had a heart and it was currently being ripped in half at the loss of their soon to be born child. Everyone was wisely silently, no a sound, not a movement.

The Joker stood, his head rushed because he moved so fast. He pushed past Missy and opened the doors, to show his unconscious Lamb.

He was going to hunt Penguin down and torture him, even if it was the last time he ever did.

He was going to fucking pay.

Sorry, not sorry