A/N:I do hope everyone is staying safe and doing well. enjoy.


~Here we go again

You think you're in my head and under my skin

There's nothing you can throw at me

You can't win against my kind of crazy~

~Three Days Grace~


With the talk earlier, Bruce felt it would be a good idea to get her used to being around him. The familiarity would help break Joker's hold on her mind. So he had went into the city and ordered some different pastas and sauces from his favorite Italian Restaurant. His hope was that she would open up to him a bit more, seeing that he really did have her best interest in mind.

He put the two plates on the tray and put them on the rolling cart. He started to push the cart through the cave and up to the door of her room. He steadied himself by taking a deep breath and then put in the code and touched his thumb to the reader. The door clicked and he pushed the cart in and stepped inside.

"Dinner is here." He said, placing the plates onto the table.

"Oh joy, another day wasted in this prison." She said voice flat.

"This isn't a prison. It's a safe room, a safe place for you to recover. You have spent too much time under Joker's influence. He is using you, and once you come to terms with that, you can get better."

"And what, I cry to you and you make it all better? Fuck you." She spat at him.

"No, you can got to Arkham and get the help you need to rebuild your life, free of his poison."

"I don't need treatment. I am not sick. This is sick." She gestured to the room.

"You do need treatment. But for now, it's time to eat." He said sitting at the table.

"I am not eating with you."

"Then your food will get cold." He said taking a bite from his plate.

She cut her eyes at him. She stood from her seat on the bed, but didn't walk over to the plate he placed on the opposite side of the table. She paced the small area between the bed and table. She looked at everything, the cart next to Bruce, the door passed it that was still open. She worked hard to keep the smile from her face.

She listened as he droned on about how he planned to help her, his family donating money to Arkham to help the poor people admitted to the facility. Blah, blah, blah. She picked up the bottle of water he put on the table for her.

Bruce relaxed when she picked it up. It was a start. He continued to eat, watching her pace the floor. He was happy she was talking to him, even if it was fueled by her hate. He watched her, noticing her pacing was getting closer to the door with each pass.

He readied for her to take off, knowing she would not pass up the chance. He was slightly disappointed that she was doing it, but he wasn't surprised. He knew she wasn't ready to accept his help, yet. He was still hopeful.

As she bolted towards the door, Bruce shoved the cart hard towards her, hoping to stop her from hitting the door. He was shocked at the loud scream that flew from her mouth. He watched as she fell to the ground, one hand propping her up, the other on her stomach. Bruce moved to help her up.

"You son of a bitch." She screamed as she pulled her arm free.

Bruce was at a loss, he looked at her, and she was on her knees, eyes full of tears, holding her stomach, still. The reality of the situation hit him, he felt conflicting emotion.

"Lyra, are you pregnant?"

Her eyes shot up to his face. He stepped back, towards the door. The look on her face was all the confirmation that he needed. He left the room, slamming the door behind him. He moved to the computer, his hands rubbing on his face. He could hear her screams and sobs inside the room.

What had he done? She didn't look pregnant, maybe she wasn't that far along. Then he realized that meant the Joker had forced himself on her. He had hoped it wasn't true, but there was proof enough.

He watched her on the monitor, the screams and sobs had died down to just crying. She hadn't moved, she just cried. Bruce watched her as she finally tried to stand. She still had one hand holding her stomach. When she took a step she screamed.

Bruce watched as liquid wet her scrub type pants he had been giving her. The moisture spreading quickly. She reached for a towel, pushing it between her thighs, trying to move back towards the door. He heard her banging on the door, and her voice through the monitor.

"Bruce I need to go to the hospital, my water broke." She sobbed "Please?"

He wasn't sure if this was genuine, or if it was all a trick to get back to the Joker. Was she really having his baby? He couldn't risk not taking her for help. He got up and backed his car deeper into the cave so she wouldn't have to walk as far.

He opened the back door so she could lay back. He ran over to the door, still feeling apprehensive about this. He opened the door as he listened to her panicked cries. The door swung open and he stepped inside. He had expected to see her, hunkered down in pain. Instead, he felt pain blossom across his face.

He grabbed his nose, the pain was horrible, blood poured down his face. Before he could figure out what hit him, he felt metal hit him in his legs, knocking him on his ass so fast his head fell back. His hands had been on his face and he was unable to catch himself as he fell. He saw white as his skull made contact with the stone floor.

By the time he had been able to get up and actually see, he could faintly hear the sound of his car speeding away. He groaned as he stood up. Nausea hit him full force. He had blood down his face and in his short beard, and a nice knot on the back of his head.


Peach was driving like a mad woman, her water had broken, though she had used the bottle of water to exaggerate it a bit. Oh she was going to kill Bruce Wayne slowly. She started to press buttons on the lit up console to find the GPS. She had no idea where she was currently.

She looked for the nearest hospital. She wanted to scream when the closest one was Wayne Memorial. That was a big no for that one. The only one left in Gotham was Gotham General. It would have to do, she refused to drive herself to Bludhaven for any reason. That city was creepy.

She selected Gotham General and listened as the computer voice direct her. She pulled over a block or so from the hospital, and walked up to the emergency exit. She had started to have contractions on the ride over, and right now she was concerned for her baby, all other concerns were pushed to the side.

She pushed her way to the reception desk.

"I am having a baby. My water broke about an hour ago and I am having contractions."

The man picked up a phone and dialed. "We need an escort to Maternity, please." And hung up the phone.

She waited as he moved to get her a wheelchair and came around the desk to get her.

"Have a seat please."

Peach didn't argue, the man started to push her towards the triage area.

"I will get you some papers to fill out while I check your vitals."

She nodded, breathing her way through a sharp contractions. She took the clipboard and started to fill out the papers as he took her temperature and blood pressure, writing things down as he went. Peach filled out as much as she could remember off the top of her head. The rest she could do later.

The man took the paperwork and the page he had been writing on, attaching them together on the clipboard. He turned the wheelchair and started pushing her towards the elevator. A short plump woman was waiting with a huge smile on her face.

"Have you timed your contractions?" The woman asked as they rode the elevator up.

"No, my water broke and I got here as fast I could."

"That's okay I was just curious. We will get you comfortable and the doctor will get you checked and the monitor will time them for us."

"That's fine, I just need to use a phone as soon as possible." She said, making sure to put a note of panic in her voice.

"There will be one in the room, feel free to call whomever you need to, you have to dial 9 to get an outside line."

"Thank you." She said as the doors opened.

The woman wheeled her to the locked double doors and pushed a badge to the device on the wall. The door opened automatically.

They were in a room and she was getting undressed and put in a hospital gown. Once the started to get her hooked up to the machines, she grabbed the phone.

The line range three times before it was answered.

"Hello?"

"Ace, it's me, I am fine tell my husband I am at Gotham General room 523. I will be talking to the police soon, so there's no rush." She hung up before he could ask any questions.

She figured it was best to call him, she was almost positive Joker wouldn't answer an unknown call.

Next she dialed the police.

"Gotham PD, how can I help you?"

"I'd like to report a kidnapping."

"Hold please."

The line had shitty elevator music playing as she waited.

"Missing Persons, Detective Cortez speaking."

"I'd like to report a kidnapping." She repeated.

"Okay, name of the kidnapped person?"

"Lyra Napier." She said hating the name.

"N-a-p-i-e-r?"

"Yes."

"Okay your relationship to the victim?"

She smile, knowing it was about to get fun. "Um, self."

The line was silent for a second. "Ma'am are you telling me you have been kidnapped?"

"Yes, I was kidnapped almost a week ago I think, I just escaped and currently at Gotham General."

"Do you know who abducted you?"

"Yes I do. I would like to press charges as well."

"Absolutely ma'am, my partner and I can come down to see you and write up the report if you don't mind."

She smiled again. "Yes officer that would probably be best. I am in room 523 I will let them know to let you in. Thank you so much."

"We are on the way now."

Peach hung up the phone. The nurse that was getting her all hooked up was giving her a weird look. "The police will be here shortly, please let them back to see me."

The nurse nodded and finished the electronic monitors. "I need to give you an IV, you seem a bit dehydrated."

"That's fine." She said.

The nurse was thankfully efficient. Peach was sitting back enjoying the swooshing sound of her baby's heartbeat coming through the machine. Her thoughts were interrupted by the Officers knock on her door.

The first one introduced himself as Det. Cortez, the one she had spoken to on the phone. The other was Det. Dodd. She stifled the giggle at the man's name.

"Let's start with the basics. When were you abducted?"

"Monday late afternoon or early evening." She watched him write it down.

"And you said you know who grabbed you?"

"Oh, yes detective. We all know him. Bruce Wayne grabbed me in the garage to my apartment."

The man's eyes widened in shock. "Ma'am are absolutely sure it was Bruce Wayne?"

"Not at first, he drugged me with something, it knocked me out almost instantly." She rubbed her belly as a contraction came and went. "But after he finally stopped drugging me, he spoke to me constantly."

"Okay, what happened after you woke up from the drug?"

Peach took them through the story of the plastic box, the second drugging, and then the isolated room. She really pulled the tears out for the escape, showing them the bruise forming on her side.

"We will have to take pictures of the injury." He said.

"That's fine, whatever helps lock him up."

The detective nodded to his partner who walked over to take the picture. "Ma'am we hate to ask but did he," The man paused. "Did he sexually assault you?"

"No, thank god."

The detective nodded. He was still writing on the paperwork. Finally he looked up at her. "We will find him and take him down to be questioned. I will need you to sign this report.

She signed it after skimming it to make sure he'd gotten everything. "Here is my card, if you remember anything else or need anything, just call me."

"Thank you detective."

She smiled as the two men left, Bruce Wayne was going down, once and for all.