He was beautiful. Tessa had never seen anything so beautiful in her entire life. The police had brought her baby to Gotham General, handing him to her as she waited for her own discharge papers. She had lifted him from the car seat and laid him in front of her on the bed. She unwound the small blanket and looked him over. He was perfect, ten fingers and ten toes. He was tiny, just over five pounds.

The nurse had told Tessa to try to breast feed as soon as she could if she was planning on doing it regularly. The thought was very scary, but she had given it a try. It was awkward and kind of painful. When the nurse had come back to check on her, Tessa had asked if it was normal. The nurse had reassured her it was and that both would probably go away.

She was now filling out baby Vincent's paperwork. She was stuck on the birth certificate. She and Joker had agreed on the first name but nothing else. Should she give the baby her last name? Did Joker have a last name? She picked up the phone, deciding to text him.

'What last name should I put for the baby?'

It took a few minutes before he replied.

'Whatever last name you want.'

She could scream. He was so infuriating.

'What if I want to give him your last name?'

Her phone rang. She hit the button to answer.

"Hello?"

"You can put whatever you want, but my last name is awful, that's why I dropped it."

Oh she was super curious now. How awful could it be? "Well, what is it?"

The line was so quiet, she thought he might have hung up. Then he chuckled. "Napier."

She laughed. "That's not so awful. My last name is Marlin. Like the fish."

That got a chuckle. "When will you be home?"

"I'm filling out papers and waiting for my discharge papers. So like an hour, I'm guessing."

"Meet you there?"

"Sure."

He had ended the call. So, she sat there, confused. She started to fill out the paperwork. She looked down at the name and smiled. She set the paper aside and picked up her baby. Vincent Anthony Napier. He had light brown curly hair. When his eyes opened they were a very dark blue, but the nurse told her baby's eyes can change color a few times before they even turn a year old.

She almost jumped when there was a knock on the door. The nurse entered and pushed a wheelchair into the room.

"Ms. Marlin, did you get the paper work finished?"

"Yes, it's all on the table."

"Wonderful, I have your discharge papers ready, I will need you to sign and then we can wheel you down to the parking lot. Is there someone to take you home?"

She set her son back into the small bed they had brought her. "I was going to call a cab."

The nurse frowned. "That is fine. You have a two week restriction on lifting anything heavier than the baby in the car seat. No driving, no sweeping or vacuuming. Any motions like that. No sexual activity for the next 6 weeks. You need to call your OB and set up a wellness check at 6 weeks. Any questions?"

Tessa felt like her head was spinning. "No, I don't think so."

The nurse handed her a small folder that had aftercare instructions and useful phone numbers. Tessa tucked it into the tiny black diaper bag the hospital had given her. Tessa pulled out her phone when the alert went off for text message. She looked at it.

"Your ride is there, he will bring you home."

She smiled. "Looks like my ride showed up after all." She informed the nurse.

"Oh that's wonderful. If you are ready, we will get you down there and you can take your baby home."

Tessa nodded and collected her things. She didn't understand why she had to sit in the wheel chair, but she let the nurse push her to the elevator and down to the exit. She saw the car waiting for her. She stood and put the baby in the back seat. The nurse helped her make sure the seat was in properly and helped her into the car. She was nervous. The nurse went back into the hospital and the man driving started to go.

She couldn't take her eyes off of her baby and the ride to her house seemed to fly by. She smiled when she saw her house. She waited for the car to stop and got out. She moved around to get the car seat out and moved to grab her bag. The driver beat her to it. He carried the bag for her and walked her to the door. She opened it and thanked him pulling her things into the house. Once inside she closed the door and set the car seat down.

She felt like she couldn't breathe. Her chest felt tight and she thought she might pass out. Arms wrapped around her.

"Breathe."

She did, she sucked in a deep breath, holding it in for a few seconds then letting it out. She repeated it all a few times. The horrible feeling started to leave. She turned to face Joker.

"I'm okay."

"Of course you are." he kissed her lightly. "I grabbed fast food on the way over, it's in the kitchen."

Tessa smiled and moved to see what he'd gotten for them. She pulled out a burger and fries. She started to eat, she hadn't realized how hungry she was. The baby whimpered and drew her attention. She nearly choked at what she was seeing. Joker had removed baby Vincent from the car seat and was holding him. He was just looking at him.

"He's small."

Tessa laughed. "He was early. They said he was five pounds."

"He doesn't look like you, you sure they got the right one?"

She laughed, "You're an asshole. Yes, he is mine."

He hummed, noncommittally as he looked at the baby.

"He's cute, I guess he is mine. He will be a lady killer." Tessa couldn't help the look that crossed her face. Joker looked at her. "Metaphorically, of course."

She laughed, it felt good, allowing her to relax even if was only a small amount.

Joker walked over and smiled. "Let's get him settled down in that hideously painted room."

She laughed again. "I like the clowns, I painted them myself."

He ignored her and started to walk up the stares. Tessa hurried after, not wanting her son out of her sight for very long.