Epilogue.

A 1980 model and black Mercedes Benz, lay parked outside the edifice. Cigarette smoke escaped through one of the rear windows while the pilot and co-pilot watched the entire place.

"Everything is clean, boss."

"Perfect. Even so, watch the area. This territory belongs to Falcone and we're not wanted for that treacherous bastard." Both nodded. "Flowers," he ordered. The copilot handed him a bouquet of fake flowers and he smiled. "All right. Today will be a great night."

The two men smiled, wishing him good luck and he got out of the car to head for the building. He entered the place and headed for the floor where Grace Davis's apartment was located.

The elevator doors opened and with a sublime elegance and pleasant smile, he left there and headed for the hall until he reached the indicated door. He stopped, adjusted the collar of his shirt also the buttons on his vest; he combed his green hair and prepared his best smile. From his coat bag he took out a knife and broke the bolt, discovered the chain and with amazing agility managed to remove it. He opened the door, entered and looked at the small place.

The decor was worthy of her, one half of cream wallpaper and the other brown. Most of the furniture was the same; like the dining room and one of the armchairs. He walked calmly and discovered the ledge, feeling curious he approached and looked at those photographs he knew in the past. And while he remembered the images, he stopped his gaze on a new photograph, one of a baby. He took the frame and marveled at that image. The baby was about a month old, his eyes were closed, he slept calmly and was covered in a blue blanket and wearing a light blue pajamas. That baby was his son. He looked up and saw the rest of the new photographs, all were of his son as the years went by until he stopped at the fifth image, the most recent. He returned the photo to his place, took that one and looked at his son next to his mother.

Grace was still just as beautiful. Her hair kept her tone like the orange of a dawn and her green eyes shone like gems. His cheeks widened, those images managed to put a smile on his face. He returned everything in his place and took a seat in the armchair in front of the TV, remembering that it was time for his favorite show, took the remote control and turned it on.

In the child's room, Grace perceived the sound of the television. She got up in horror and noticed how Artie tried to wake up. She snuggled her son and the little boy stayed asleep. The sound of the television was loud and it could almost reach neighboring apartments. Grace got up from the bed and fear sheltered her, thinking who could have raided her house. She steeled herself and left the room, making sure Artie didn't wake up.

The redhead closed the door lightly, looked down the hall and distinguished the light from the television. She took a deep breath and began to walk, and as she approached, she took one of her porcelain figures and squeezed it with tremendous force. Upon arrival she heard a laugh which froze her blood. That laugh so peculiar that she had not heard again in these five years. Grace took the last steps and as she left the hall, she looked at a man with green hair, smoking and watching the program on television.

Grace was paralyzed and when her body began to shake, she dropped the figure. The rumble caused him to turn around, and when he saw the terrified redhead, a huge smile emerged.

"A ... Arthur ..." she released in a voice.

"Grace, my love ... it's been too long." He looked back at the television and laughed again. "This program is very entertaining, but nobody compares to Murray, definitely." He brought his cigar to his mouth and got up from that place.

Grace watched him, Arthur wore the same makeup that had characterized him; a red suit next to a turquoise shirt and gold vest made him look elegant and scary. He put out his cigar on the table and approached her; Grace stepped back and ran into the wall. Arthur was less than thirty centimeters from her. He saw the terror that sheltered the woman and raised her hands to place them on her chin forcing her to look at him.

"Five years, my love. Five long years..."

"Arthur ..." He shut up her with a kiss. The redhead did not follow him and he tasted those soft, full lips. He finished his kiss, he looked at her smiling and began to sway gently. "I brought you flowers," he said, pointing to the chair. The redhead did not stop shaking. "You want to see them?" She did not said anything. "Don't worry, don't fear me..."

"H-how did you fi-find me?"

"I have eyes in every corner of the city, Grace. And for a long time I knew you lived here. Only that work had not allowed me to come see you both, until today."

"What do you want?" She asked in horror. "I come for you and our son." The redhead's eyes flew open, she put her hands on Arthur's chest and began to shake it. "Arthur ... No ... Arthur, you should ..."

"Be locked up? That's not my thing anymore," they both started dancing in the middle of the place. "Have you seen everything I created in the city? I have forged a whole revolution, a new era." He lay his forehead in hers and they both looked at each other. "It isn't beautiful?" The redhead's lips trembled, she felt her throat close and he kissed her again. As he parted his lips, the strong breath hit Grace's face. "Take me to see my son." She refused and placed her hands on Arthur's arms, insisting her refusal. "Grace ..."

The delusional and pleading look made the redhead succumb to the fear of what he could do. She dropped her arms, Arthur released her and watched her turn around. Grace walked down the hall and he followed her. She stopped her walk and looked at the white door.

"He is sleeping."

"It doesn't matter," he confessed anxiously.

Hiding her despair, Grace opened the door and they both entered the room. Arthur analyzed the small place, adorned suitable for a child. He stopped his eyes on the bed and was dazzled seeing his son in deep sleep. Grace watched Arthur and prepared for any outburst he could presented, but no, he was froze. He was amazed. Slowly he went to bed and looked at his son better. It was very small, a fragile little thing with light brown and wavy hair. He looked at his childish face, sat next to him and raised his hand but Grace stopped him:

"Don't wake him up! He is afraid of clowns." Arthur put his hand in the air and finally stroked his cheek. The little boy moved a little and hid his face in his stuffed animal. "What is his name?" The redhead swallowed hard and in a trembling voice replied. "Artie."

"Sounds like Arthur." He rubbed his hand over his brown hair and his admiration was indescribable.

Grace kept silent and prayed that her child would not wake up. Arthur placed his forehead on his son's head and a subtle and proud smile was his last action. He got up and looked at his terrified lover.

"He is beautiful. He definitely is." She nodded and crossed her arms. "Yes," she said nervously. "Arthur ... you already met Artie. Please, I beg you, leave us ..."

"No," he replied angrily and she shuddered. "You're not going to take me away from my son, neither you." A surprising look came up on the redhead. "Don't be scared, honey. You will live with me and we will be very happy. A beautiful family, I promise you, my fair lady." Arthur re-entered Grace's personal space, who kept shivering at the words he had just heard. "As of now, no more Arthur. That name no longer exists." He saw how she suppressed her crying and fear ended up eating her away. "Don't be like that. Do you know how much I hate to see you that way...? So sad, so worried." He raised his hands and with his thumbs took the corner of her lips, raising them to form a smile. "I like this. See a beautiful smile on your face ... as beautiful as you, my love."

The pain and panic expressed by Grace's face mattered little to Arthur or, rather, as he had been known since that day, Joker. Tears came and ran over the furrows that formed her cheeks, in which he looked at her with his great euphoric smile. A gentle swinging began together with a slight humming and he began to sing:

"That's life, I tell ya, I can't deny it. I thought of quitting, baby. But my heart just ain't gonna buy it. And if I didn't think it was worth one single try. I'd jump right on a big bird and then I'd fly..."

Arthur carried his son in his arms and Artie rested his head on his shoulder while with tears he looked at his mother behind them. Grace showed a blank stare without her crying stopping. The car doors opened and Arthur, leaving his chivalry afloat, gave the entrance to his beloved. She obeyed and then he and his son entered. He accommodated Artie on his legs and looked at him with pleasant happiness. The kid kept his eyes on his mother and she did in the same way. The order was given to drive the car and the subordinates obeyed to drive through the dark and dangerous streets of the city.

And Grace saw how her life and as well his son's life ended to begin a new existence of madness and chaos with Arthur Fleck, the clown prince of crime and Joker from Gotham City.

THE END

Final A/N:

Thank you so much for join with me to the end. I'm going to say that my English were acceptable. Not ok, no good, just acceptable xD I used all my recourses like my notebooks, dictionaries and translations online, but I hope the idea was understandable.

I really hope that you enjoyed this fanfiction. I know that the fic is almost movie plot, but, the real idea of this was adding some love for Arthur, brighten the character's pessimist life. Of course with a little plot twist in this end, which I let you as a free interpretation.

Feel free to make any comments, constructive criticisms, opinions, etc. I would love to read you and for me it'll be a good feedback! Also know what you think about OC's, specially Grace. :)

Thanks again, I wish you a lovely 2020 and I hope we read us in any new story or fics.