Everyone tells you pregnancy is a magical thing. You are growing a life inside yourself and its beautiful. Tessa has decided this was all a crock of shit. Tessa was miserable. At the moment, she hated being pregnant, she hated Joker for getting her that way, and most of all she hated herself for allowing it. Why did anyone ever want to go through this? Was having a screaming crying baby worth it? She was bloated, she waddled when she walked now, and she couldn't see her feet anymore. While she would drive to work, she had to have her seat pushed back to let her belly fit behind the wheel, which caused her to barely be able to reach the pedals. The worst part of all of it was she was only 29 weeks along. She had 11 more weeks of this to deal with.

Right now she was at her doctors office for her monthly check up. She was so tired of the poking and prodding. With her being "high risk" she had more doctor appointments than the normal woman. On this day, her doctor had informed her she'd be back in two weeks and then every week after. They were just finishing the ultrasound and the baby looked perfect. It was the only good news she had heard today. Tessa was wiping the gel off of her large belly as the doctor prattled on about what to expect soon. Fake contractions and less sleep and more peeing. Tessa blocked it all out of her mind. Her mantra was 11 more weeks. She had already done her glucose test and passed with no problems. 11 more weeks. She wiggled her shirt back over her belly and tried to gracefully slide off of the exam table. 11 more weeks.

Grateful she had taken the entire day off from work, she left her doctor's office and headed for the first drive thru to get some lunch. Once she had her order in hand, she drove home. Her hormones had calmed down a little and she could listen to the radio again without wanting to cry. That was a plus. She parked her car in her driveway and waddled her way to the front door. Once she was inside, she kicked off her slide on shoes, since she couldn't reach her feet, and headed to the kitchen with her lunch. She ate as much as she could fit, which wasn't much, and tucked the leftovers into the fridge.

Her plan for the rest of the day had been to work on the baby's room. She brought her drink upstairs with her and stepped into the room. Thankfully, she had the big stuff finished already. She'd painted the walls a soft mint green, and she was using her sick sense of humor and painted small clowns along the wainscoting. She found it hilarious. Some chubby little clowns were juggling, some held balloons. It was sadistically adorable. The sick pleasure she got from her own little inside joke made her happy. She wondered if Joker would like it?

She moved to the small laundry basket of freshly washed baby clothes. It still didn't feel real that she would be having a baby soon. She hung up some of the clothes on tiny hangers. Most got folded and put into the small dresser she had had to anchor to the wall. This was the strangest thing she'd ever done. She had decorated and baby proofed an entire room for a baby that wouldn't be able to get around for the first six months it would even be here.

Her mind wandered to Joker, the fact that he hadn't brought up anything about the baby since she had confessed he was the father, in their strange bath together. It kind of bothered her. He was aware, but she assumed that he was choosing to stay aloof. If she was being honest with herself, she hadn't expected some big change from him. She knew he would never give up his strange obsession with Batman or awakening Gotham and she didn't want him to. She would never ask him, she loved him for his crazy self. She didn't want a grand proposal, that wasn't him. She wanted him to be happy, she wanted to be happy. That's it, nothing more. She would be lying if she said she hadn't expected something, some kind of reaction. He gave her nothing.

She finished the clothes and decided to take a quick shower and relax. Her feet hurt and her lower back ached. Pregnancy is bullshit. She laid on her couch, her feet propped up on the arm. Her hand rubbed across her belly, enjoying the occasional kicks, well the ones that didn't involve her bladder. She watched a reality TV show, until she finally just fell asleep.

Her mind was a mess. Her dream started on the rooftop. The rooftop where Bruce had shot her. She was there, she was pregnant, and she wearing a dress. She could feel the wind flapping her dress against her legs. She heard a voice she had never hoped to hear again. She turned and there stood her old Doctor. Harley was in a blouse and slacks, her white doctor's coat on. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a low bun. She looked exactly like Tessa remembered.

Tessa felt her heart thumping in her chest. "What do you want?" she fisted her hands to stop them from shaking.

"You know what I want." Harley raised her arm.

Tessa saw the gun in her hand and froze. "Tell me. I don't remember what you want."

"You fooled me once. It won't happen again."

Joker came through the roof access door. Tessa saw him and felt relief rush through her. She knew he would save her. Harley looked over at Joker and smiled. Tessa knew then, Harley wanted Joker. He stepped over to Harley and reached for her. Tessa took a step forward and Harley pulled the trigger.

Tessa woke up on her couch. She was sweating and crying. She rolled herself over to get off of the couch and got a glass of water. What the hell was that dream all about? She locked all of the doors and checked her windows again, before going upstairs and trying to get back to sleep.