Gordon finally drove me home an hour or so later.

After the Joker abandoned the riot to follow me, it kind of fell into shambles. None of the inmates knew what to do, and then the police finally arrived. A lot of doctors, nurses, orderlies and security guards died. But the majority of them hid in offices and barricaded the doors until help arrived. It was a terrible loss though, and it shouldn't have happened. Wherever the Joker ended up next, I hope it's equipped to hold him and doesn't even give him a chance to attempt another escape. And I won't be visiting.

A few days later I finally brought a little ginger and white kitten home. He was energetic, cheeky, rambunctious and fierce.

I called him Jack. Reclaiming the name and now when I said it, it helped bring a smile to my face instead of a tear. And I want to smile when I said that name, remember the boy I loved not the man he became. Gordon was uncomfortable with the new name, especially as he now knew Jack didn't die as the boy he thought he was. But he quickly warmed up to the new addition and loved to visit him. As did his kids, they came around with treats and new toys daily. Quickly taking over my sitting room with mice, ribbons and tassels. With Jack had no problem with. He loved the attention and ripping his new toys apart.

He was a lot friendlier to strangers, much more than his human counterpart.

I still had the bullet, the one Joker tried to hit me with. I held it whenever I had second thoughts about Jack still being in there. It helped remind me. Whoever was in Jacks body now, wasn't my Jack. It was the Joker. The boy I loved and who loved me was gone. Jack was gone, but that was ok. We would meet in another life. Maybe next time we'll do it right and live long, happy lives with each other. One can dream.

It wasn't the happy ending I dreamed about for Jack and me. But it was the one we were given, and I had to be ok with that. If I had taken Jokers hand instead of Batman's. I might not have made it out of Arkham alive. But I tried not to think about the what ifs and maybes. They'll kill you. Or at the very least, rip your heart out.

I began to doze on the couch with Jack the cat, I smiled as he went under the covers and curled up on my chest. Purring loudly. He was good company to have around, I didn't have time to grieve. He was always wanting attention, getting stuck under or behind something, wanting to play, jumping on Gordons head and biting his greying hair. Although he vehemently denied any of it was grey, even though most of it was.

I was ok with what happened, with how our story ended. I wish it never had to end. But we had our beginning, and everything has to end. It was sad, and I wished it didn't turn out like it did, but it did.

Jack and I made our decisions, and this is how it panned out. We shouldn't have ended up like this, we should have gotten married, moved in together and raised kids together. We should have been living our happy ever after right now. But we weren't.

Jacks gone, and I miss him every day, so much that it breaks my heart. But he'll always have a huge part of my it. And we'll always share our past, but my future, that was mine.

And I was damned if I was going to let anyone take it away from me.

Meanwhile, in Blackgate prison.

He counted the days he had been shut away in this hell hole. He didn't have paper or any way to keep tally, those were luxuries he hadn't be awarded. He owned nothing but his skin, so he raked another mark on his arm with his sharp nail, waiting until he could see a bloody line.

He counted it as day 48.

48 days since he last seen Rory. Security was tighter around here, he couldn't get a message out or in. Yet. He just had to wait. Ritchie would come through for him. He always did. But Joker had never been a patient man. And he was getting antsy.

He needed to get out to Rory. She misunderstood him, he hadn't aimed to kill her. Just incapacitate her, maim her a little so she couldn't run away. She was brainwashed by Gordon and the Batman. Those men, he would kill them. Slowly and excruciatingly painful. They were top of his list.

But no, not Rory. Never Rory. Why didn't she know that? She just forgot that she belonged to him. Forgot they belonged to each other and the world wouldn't be right until they were reunited.

But he would soon change that. As soon as he figured out a way out of here. Which was difficult, Arkham was a simple riddle to figure out. This was more, complicated. But Joker always had an ace up his sleeve. He just needed time, time and Ritchie. Simple.

He would be out soon. And when he did.

He was coming for Rory.

They were going to be together forever. Even if it meant in death.

The Joker began laughing hysterically, blood dripping down his arm.

"Joker? Are you ready for our session?"

"Oh doc. I'm ready." The Joker grinned from ear to ear.
Don't worry Rory, I'm coming for you. Joker is coming for you…

Fin.

***Authors final note.***

So, that is it guys. The finale of the sequel. It was only half as long as the first story, but that's because I hadn't planned on a sequel at all. But yes, the end. And yes i did upload this, very soon after the final chapter, i couldn't wait to get that completed sticker up! Haha

And we must say goodbye to Rory! I really loved the character I created, and I really enjoyed making a story from their past and bringing it to a modern-day AU Joker. And thank you guys for your reviews, your follows and favourites. It really meant a lot to me that people enjoyed it.
I might do a one shot in the future, but right now I'm ready to move onto another story. And I'm not sure what I'll be doing next… I'm sorry for everyone who wanted a happy ending between Jack and Rory. It was too late for all of that. And after the shit he put Rory through, I don't think she could forgive him. But she still loves him, that kind of thing doesn't go away.

Speaking of love, my heart is a fickle beast and it jumps from one-character story to the other again. So, you'll have to stay tuned to see where it lands. Follow me as an author if you want to stay updated with what I'll write next. It might be your cup of tea, you might hate it, lets see.

But I am in the process of re-writing Gotham's fallen Angel. The main character and the Joker are very different in that story. Or at least I hope they are. But yeah it's 4 years old now so I'm rewriting and I'm going to try and finish it. So, sub to that story if you want some more Joker fiction goodness.

But again guys, thank you so much! I've grown in confidence as a writer and all your kind words have really boosted me. So, I will be back with another story. You'll have to keep an eye out 😉

Lots of love
Sarin xoxoxo

P.S
I'll be editing the first chapters of A Past Forgotten, just so they're a little easier to read for people.

In case you want to re-read. So, if you get an update that's all it is. But I'm not sure if Fanfiction would email you for that. Also, if you have another Fanfiction site you like, let me know. I'm wanting to put my story up some other places, but I'm not sure what other sites are popular. Shoot me a message 😊 Cheers!