Keith ran a hand through his hair. He grabbed his wife's suitcase taking it over the threshhold of the Napiers. Keith mumbled to his wife, "I don't think she actually saw him."

His wife, June placed a hand on his bicep before speaking quietly, "I am sure she saw him, Keith. I'd be terrified if I saw a man who did those horrible things to me."

Keith was glad the woman they are talking about isn't home. The tall man carried the suitcase to the stairs. He spoke to try to reason with his wife, "You don't understand June. She isn't stable in the head. She is becoming like him. All she wants to do is murder the bug."

June crossed her arms over her chest. She is used to the work her husband is in. She understands. The two people didn't hear the woman of the conversation was at the door. I leaned against the door frame letting Keith talk. I want to know what he has to say. Keith continued not looking back at his wife, "Madeline changed and I am not sure for the better."

June sighed and I decided to speak up, "If you saw your child get killed in front of you while many other bad things happen to you, you would lose it too."

The two people turned around quickly. June tried to defend themselves but Keith beat her to the point, "What are you doing back already?"

I pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose. Closing the door, I spoke with a deep breath, "If you really want to know, Jay decided to cut our session short. I wanted to stay longer but they would be suspicious."

My heels clicked against the tile as I head to the kitchen. June looked between her husband and her husband's best friend's wife. June shooed her husband mouthing, ' Go put that away. I'll talk to her. Lady time.'

Keith shook his head knowing it wouldn't do anything to the woman. I tapped my finger against the glass in my hand. June was about to open her mouth but I interrupted her not knowing she was gonna speak, "You know... Keith is right. All I do want to do is murder my brother-in-law. I will enjoy it. I already castrated the man for what he done to me and my son. I haven't changed much, you know? Jay wanted only Keith to move in here to keep me safe from his brother. I wouldn't let him. I couldn't separate a family. It's not like Jay to do that especially what happened to him. I apologize that he only cared for my safety more than his friends."

June placed a hand on my tapping hand. My tapping stopped as I looked up at her. June glanced behind her where Keith went before she came in here. She spoke softly, "I could understand why he would do that. I'm happy you kept us together though. I really appreciate that. It will take Keith a bit to come around."

I glanced behind her seeing Keith with crossed arms, "I am sure. Well I got to do errands. I got to be normal with errands and such."

Keith blocked my way, "He told me to go with you to places."

I rolled my eyes, "If Jared even comes near me, I'd be ready. He took me by surprise before. I freaked. Jay just wanted to make sure I don't kill him before Jay gets to lay a finger on him."

I pushed past the tall big man. Keith spoke out, "He does have a right, you know? Jared hurt you and killed your child. Jack want to get revenge as much as you do."

I smirked letting my hair out of its bun, "Who said this was only revenge? No, it's more than that."

Keith let out a deep breath through his nostrils. This woman is going to be the death of him. Literally. I left my home after grabbing Joker's bereatta putting it the waist band of my pencil skirt. My doctor's coat is hiding the weapon. I just want time to myself and that's what I am going to get.

I closed my eyes feeling the light breeze across my skin. Coldness brush across my cheeks and I inwardly shivered. I opened my eyes lightly running my fingers on the granite lettering. My fingers trace each letter before closing my eyes and hand tightly. I whispered, "I'm sorry my baby boy. I failed you as a mother."

Rain trickled down my skin making my clothes into a second skin. There was no body to bury for this event. Luckily he was able to pull strings and bring a different type of closure for our son. The Joker stood behind me a few ways. His green hair stuck to his cheeks. I told him to bring an umbrella for him but he refused. Deep inside I feel Jack is inside the Joker and it surfaced. It surfaced for this event. If I were to bring it up, he would instantly snap back into Joker and be himself. I knelt down wiping rain drops away from Eric's face. I wanted a picture for his gravestone. I wanted him to have a normal proper burial site. I glanced up from the stone seeing so many other gravestones. I am glad he is able to be with other people instead of a random lot in Gotham. My eyes brought their attention back to the stone. My fingers lightly touch the lettering: Eric Dane Napier. My tears mixed with the rain and I am glad no one would know how many tears I am shedding. The Joker stared at his wife's back. He could see her shoulders shaking and it made him look away. In the distance his eyes narrowed. He noticed something and he will keep an eye on it. His thoughts floated to his wife. He won't tell her what is going on. Not when she is like this. He has a guess on whose goons they are. The Joker doesn't want to deal with rats. I stood up and noticed my husband staring into the distance to his right. I glanced to the area and see a car on. It has dark windows to hide whoever is inside. I walked up to the Joker. I reached up and cupped his cheek. My thumb lightly touched the end of his scar. I spoke softly, "I want to go home, Jack."

I noticed whenever he has "Jack" slip through... It is alright for me to call him that. He also took cues from me when I call him Jack that I am either upset with him or it is something really serious. He turned his head slightly. My eyes met his non-painted brown eyes. The Joker slid an arm around my black clothed waist pulling me with him. As we were walking away, without the other knowing both of us glanced at the running car. My eyes glanced up at my husband seeing water droplets dripping off of his hair and onto his deep purple suit. It was close to black so no one would notice this man I am snuggled for comfort against is the Joker.

A voice interrupted my thoughts, "Well you certainly did. You couldn't protect little Eric was it? He screamed your name. Mommy! Help me, mommy! And then sweet silence."

I reached behind me and the owner of the voice raised his brows. He held up his hands even though I cannot see it, "Woah there. No need to get hostile."

I stood up with pure hatred turning to face him. His lips turned into a smirk, "You haven't changed other than your hair."

He reached over to lightly touch my hair but my hand reached out with one of Jay's blades. It pierced through his hand and he seethed pulling his hand back to him. Blood started to drip from the wound. Out of anger the man slapped me with the same hand. His blood splattered on my face going across it. I spit out any that was near my mouth, "You disgust me."

The man felt his anger vibrate through him. His hand grabbed my hair pulling me closer to him. His hot breath touched my cheek as he spoke, "Don't forget you cannot run from me, Madeline. Jack may have you now but I will get you back. Don't worry and we will continue our little activities."

I spat in his face which made him punch the side of my face. I stumbled wiping away any blood that I can feel from the cut his rings made. He held out his arms, "Go tell Jack. Tell Jack everything. I'll be waiting for you both."

I glared at the man heavily before taking off. I am sure there is blood on my doctor's coat. I could feel blood dripping from his slap onto my collarbone. I will get my revenge for my son. It will be so sweet tasting.