Here's another chapter guys! Trouble in paradise in this one.

Spencer and I were playing on the floor in the kitchen. Jack and the gang had left the night before to start working on some new plan about Batman. Jack had been forced to abandon Gotham by Batman right after I ran away. That's when he started looking for me. Anyway, now he was all into getting back into the heart of Gotham and going after Batman again. I wasn't too happy about that. We were currently a few miles from the city and going back to the center of it would mean that Jack would be putting himself right back in the spotlight with cops coming after us. And now we had Spencer. I did not want him to be a part of any mob stuff. I would use my last dying breath to keep my son from becoming involved with his father's line of work.

Suddenly there was a lot of banging and laughing a few rooms away from us. "Spence," I mumbled and pulled him up off the floor with me. I firmly held his shoulders, ready to push him behind me to protect him if the Joker's gang got too rowdy. The Joker's henchmen bounded into the room, making tons of noise and carrying big guns. Spencer's eyes widened at the sight. Jack strode in with the last of the goons and they all cheered and yelled for him. He dramatically took a bow.

"Well, gentle-men, looks like we've got the bat back," he said triumphantly. This made all the guys cheer again excitedly. "Start packing the trucks up, we're leaving for Gotham tomorrow night." The group hurried out of the room howling all the way. Jack came over to me.

"Hey gorgeous," he said un a deep, husky voice. He kissed me on the lips for a few seconds before he pulled away.

"Hi," I said smiling, a little dazed now.

"Mommy, can I have a big gun like that?" Spencer asked. That snapped me back.

"No! Spencer why would you want a gun? Guns are bad! You know that!" I scolded.

"But all those guys have guns! And Dad gets to have knives!" Spencer argued.

"Spencer, I said no. Weapons are not toys."

"That's right buddy. Weapons are serious. I'll give you one when you're older," Jack said to my horror. Spencer sighed angrily and started leaving the room.

"Fine! I'll wait 'til I'm older!" he said overdramatically. I stared at Jack with my mouth open. He looked back at me confused.

"What?" he asked.

"I'll give you one when you're older? What the Hell Jack! Spencer is never going to have a gun!" I said, furious.

"I wasn't gonna give him a gun! I was gonna give him a knife," Jack said as if that made everything better.

"What's the difference? I do not want my son to think hurting people is okay."

"Well he's gonna have to learn to defend himself. You did. How else would you have taken out my man the night I brought you back? That was hot by the way."

"Thanks," I giggled. "Wait no! You are not going to distract me like that! Jack I don't want out song to become…us."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jack asked.

"It means I don't want Spencer to learn how to shoot a gun, or slit someone's throat, or bead someone to a bloody pulp. You and I know how to do those things. Look at us. Are we normal people?"

"Babe, have you forgotten who you're talking to? Strange is what we aim for."

"I know, and being strange is fine. It's being a killer that I have a problem with."

"You know, fuck you Em. This is my life and you wanted to be a part of it. Spencer is my son and I get to have a say in his life." With that he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

That night I sat on our bed with my knees curled to my chest. I had been thinking all day about the argument this morning. I knew what I had to ask Jack. He came into the room late that night.

"Jack," I said softly.

"What?" he asked sharply. Oh great, he's still mad.

"Can we not fight?" I asked. He sighed heavily.

"Yeah, I guess so," he said as he walked over to the bed and sat on the edge next to me.

"I love you Jack," I whispered, not meeting his eyes. He gently squeezed my arm.

"What's wrong babe?" he asked.

"Jack I haven't gone anywhere by myself in three months."

"That's for your own protection."

"People go out by themselves every day."

"You're not people. You're the Joker's girlfriend." He sighed again. "I would go crazy if you didn't come back." I swung my legs over the side of the bed and scooted closer to him.

"I would come back. You know I would always come back." He pulled my legs across his lap and put his hands on my waist. His forehead leaned against mine and his eyes were closed. I could tell he was really struggling with this.

"I just can't Em. I can't let you go," he finally said.

"What about Spencer?" I asked quietly. Here we go.

"What about Spencer?" he repeated.

"Spencer needs to go back to school. He's missed a lot already," I said cautiously.

"You want Spencer to go out by himself?"

I paused. "No."

"Then how do you want him to get there?"

I knew he already knew the answer to that.

"I have to go with him," I whispered.

"And we're back to square one." There was a long pause as I lay my head on Jack's shoulder.

"We can't stay here like this forever."

"You have to," Jack said quietly. "For now. Spencer can go out when he's older and can take care of himself."

"Do you trust him more than me?" I asked, not in an accusing tone, just a curious one.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because he's my son. He acts just like me. He looks like me. He asked for a God damn gun this morning. If I ask him to stay, he will."

"And if you ask me to stay?"

"I think eventually you'd run like Hell."

I didn't have a response for that. Eventually, I had to get out of here or I would lose my mind. I just wanted Jack to let me go, so I could be free and still be with him.

"Jack, I don't want Spencer to live this life."

"What if he wants to?"

"That's a good question."

Marissa is itching for freedom again. She still loves Jack more than anything, but she is worried about Spencer becoming a killer. What to do, what to do? Only four more chapters!