Wendy took a shower while she waited for the result of her third pregnancy test. By the time she got out and wrapped a towel around herself and looked at the test, it turned out to be positive. She couldn't believe it. She was pregnant with Arthur's baby! Wendy knew she should have been happy about it, but she was afraid of how Arthur would react. Would he accept the responsibility of his action, or would he tell her to fuck off and not care about her and the baby? She knew Arthur loved children, but would he be able to love this baby as much as he adored everybody else's kid? Wendy knew she was being ridiculous, but she was much more afraid of how her uncle would react. She knew she would have to move out sooner or later. Not that she didn't mind that part. She knew she could always leave Gotham City and go back home, but then she would be leaving Arthur behind. Maybe she could persuade him to come home with her like Travis encouraged her to do. She threw the pregnancy test into the wastebasket and decided to get dressed first.

Wendy walked back into the bedroom and went over and sat down at the vanity and started to search for her lipstick, but it was missing. She spotted something in the reflection of the mirror and turned her head and looked over her right shoulder. There was a magician's wand with colorful flowers sticking out of the top lying on the bed. There was also an envelope with her name on it next to it. Wendy stood up and walked over and picked up the wand, touching the flowers which looked and felt more like feathers. She tossed the wand back on the bed and eyed the note and picked it up. She opened the envelope and pulled out what she thought was a letter, but when she unfolded it, it only turned out to be a crudely-drawn picture of a frowny face. She didn't understand.

"You should learn to lock your door, Wendy", said a deep, masculine voice.

Hearing the bedroom door slam shut, Wendy gasped in fright and turned around at once, keeping a tight grip on the towel covering her body. The owner of the voice, a man, was standing in her bedroom. He had been hiding behind the door. He was wearing a flamboyant, cranberry red suit, complete with a long-sleeved green shirt and bright orange vest. A pair of brown leather dance shoes were on his feet. His hair was seaweed green and slicked back with a gentle wave. His face was painted white with small red eyebrows, a red painted nose, and blue diamond patterns around his eyes. The pattern under his left eye was ruined by a fallen tear that ran down his cheek earlier. His lips were red as blood and formed into a sharp smile. He looked very much the part of a gentleman clown, but there was an aura surrounding him that casted neither light or darkness.

"Oh, my God", Wendy breathed out, her heart racing. Part of her wanted to scream for help, but nobody would hear her. She was all alone, defenseless. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The clown man didn't answer her. His eyes glared at her, and she could see the disappointed frown beneath his painted red smile. He stepped closer toward her.

Wendy sat down on the bed, gasping and staring at him with wide, frightened eyes. The clown man lunged at her and pinned her down on the bed.

"No!" Wendy screamed.

The clown man covered her mouth with his left hand, muffling her cry. Wendy sobbed beneath him, thinking for sure this man was going to rape her or possibly kill her. With his free hand, the clown man opened the towel and revealed her naked body to him, placing his hand on her left breast and stroking her nipple with his thumb. Wendy shuddered from his touch, shutting her eyes tight and feeling tears leak out from behind her eyelids.

"Why are you crying, Wendy?" The clown man asked her. "You should be laughing."

Wendy turned her head away, still keeping her eyes shut, and shouted something at him, but her words were muffled by his hand. More tears leaked out from the corners of her eyes.

"Don't cry, Wendy", said the clown man, softly. "I'm not gonna hurt you. I just want you to look at me."

Wendy calmed down a bit, recognizing the sound of his voice. She opened her eyes and looked at him again, taking several deep breaths. She studied his face more closely and looked carefully into his eyes. They were mesmerizing and hypnotic, like staring into the eyes of a poisonous snake. And yet, there was something familiar about them. His eyes were a beautiful shade of green.

Wendy stared at him in shock. She had seen those exact same eyes belong to only one man. The clown man removed his hand and allowed her to speak. "Arthur?"

"You don't recognize me, do you?" Arthur asked her, then let out a familiar high-pitched laugh, mocking a real one.

With that, Arthur pressed his painted lips against hers, kissing her deeply. Wendy moaned uncomfortably, squirming beneath him. Arthur gripped her chin roughly and forced her to look into his eyes again.

"Don't fight me, Wendy", Arthur warned her, his voice sounding dark and husky. "I said I wasn't going to hurt you. But the more you keep struggling with me, I may just have to do something about that."

Arthur released Wendy and got off of her and stood up straight, allowing her to sit up and take in his appearance. His clothes were much more fancier than his usual attire, the outfit pleasantly colorful and striking. He looked dashing and handsome, but she wouldn't admit it. He might have looked like a clown, but he was not the same type of clown he used to be. There was also something different about his voice. It sounded unnatural. It sounded like him, but it wasn't him at all. This was not the same man she once knew. This was not the same man she loved. This was not the same person who wanted to bring joy and laughter into the world. This was a completely different person taking over Arthur. Whoever it was, whatever it was, she was afraid of him.

Wendy stared at him in disbelief and asked him, "Arthur, what happened to you? Why are you dressed like this?"

"Do you like my surprise?" Arthur asked her. "I was going for something original, but with a little class. Do you think the hair is a bit much? I've been trying to go for a different look, as you can see."

"But why?" Wendy questioned him desperately, feeling like she was getting ready to cry again. "Arthur, this isn't you. What happened to you?"

"Arthur?" He chuckled and said, "Arthur Fleck is dead, Wendy. He died the day he discovered the truth. Penny Fleck lied to him all those years. She told him he had a condition, but he never did. She made him into what I am now. Then Randall lost him his job and got him fired. An eye for an eye. Those three Wall Street guys on the subway started a chain reaction that led us here. And now seven people are dead and I'm stuck like this."

"What are you talking about?"

"I left something for you out in your uncle's living room. Be sure to read it after I'm gone, will you? I think you'll find it to be very amusing. I know I did."

Wendy shook her head and told him, "This isn't you talking, Arthur. This is something else. Whatever this is, I don't want to be a part of it. I can't."

"I thought you might say that", said Arthur. "Which is why I decided to stop by and say my last goodbye in person. I figured you'd be upset about me leaving after we had sex, but it looks to me like you still want more of me."

Wendy looked down at herself and realized she was still naked in front of him. She turned and reached over for the towel to cover herself up, but Arthur pulled out the revolver from his coat pocket and pointed it at her.

Wendy screamed in terror and dropped the towel, but covered her breasts with her arms. Arthur didn't like that.

"Don't hide yourself from me, Wendy", Arthur threatened, his voice filled with venom.

Wendy shook her head and begged him, "Arthur, please! No!"

Arthur cocked his weapon and repeated, "I said don't hide yourself from me."

Wendy didn't want to expose herself in front of this crazy person, but once the tears fell down her cheeks, she slowly lowered her arms back down to her sides and let out a frightened sob. Her body trembling in fear.

Arthur stared at her for a while, his mouth forming back into an arrogant smile. "Oh, what? Are you scared of this little old gun?"

Wendy shook her head and begged him tearfully, "Arthur, please don't kill me. There's something I need to tell you about-"

"Why would I kill you, Wendy? You've never done anything wrong to me. Besides, if I kill you, you might miss my big debut on TV tonight."

"Debut?"

"Oh! Didn't I tell you? Murray Franklin invited me to appear on his show. I'm gonna be on at ten thirty tonight."

Wendy was confused, but decided to go along with it. "The Murray Franklin?"

Arthur uncocked his gun and stuck it back into his pocket. He straighted out his coat and asked her, "You remember that night I fucked up my act at Pogo's? Murray got a hold of me on video tape that night and started playing it on his show. The crowd loved it. Everybody laughed at me, but they still loved it. The studio called me a few days ago and asked me if I would like to appear on the show and I said yes. You should be happy for me, Wendy."

Wendy nodded, but still didn't understand his rambling. "Arthur, listen to me. I need to tell you something. It's important. It's about us. There's something I need to tell you about Thomas Wayne, too. If you would just listen to-"

Arthur lunged at her again, growling as he clasped a hand over her mouth and pinned her down on the bed for a second time. Wendy whimpered beneath him, her wide brown eyes staring directly into his dark green ones.

"Don't you ever, ever mention the name Thomas Wayne in front of me", Arthur threatened her, darkly. "Do you understand?"

Wendy was too scared to answer him back or say anything, but nodded her head vigorously. Arthur removed his hand from her mouth, allowing her to take in a shaky breath of air. His eyes stared angrily at her.

"Arthur, please listen to me", said Wendy, trying once again to get her word out. "Jack Napier put a contract on the Wayne family. He's sending Joseph Chilton to take them out tonight. He's going to kill them!"

"I don't care, Wendy", said Arthur. "That's what Thomas Wayne gets for breaking my fucking nose. Though I do hope little Bruce survives the night. It would be a shame if he were to be killed in cold blood."

Sitting up, Arthur grabbed Wendy by her hips and turned her over onto her stomach, forcing a surprised gasp out of her and causing her to moan in distress. He pulled her right arm painfully behind her back and leaned over her again and whispered into her ear, "I'm glad Arthur got to know you while he was still alive. And you know something? I kinda like seeing you like this. Maybe you and I should try something more kinky next time."

Arthur sat up again and slapped his hand hard on her ass, causing Wendy to let out a small cry of pain. He laughed manically and released her arm, then got off the bed and went over to the door and opened it, walking out and slamming it behind him. Wendy heard him laughing even as he walked out of the apartment, laughing like a deranged lunatic. It was unsettling, unlike anything she had ever heard.

Wendy looked over her right shoulder and sat up at once, trying to make sense of what happened. Arthur didn't hurt her. He only wanted to terrify her. If that was his true intention, it worked. Wendy had never been more scared in her life. Not only that, but Arthur admittedly confessed to her about killing those three guys on the subway last week. He was the murderer! She couldn't believe it. Wendy felt her heart breaking, her face flushed with hot tears that started running down her cheeks. She lowered her face into her hands and started sobbing. She wiped away her tears angrily and lied down, wrapping her arms around herself and shaking from the tremendous amount of emotion she was feeling from her frightening experience. Whoever this clown was he was starting to become, she wanted no part of him. Arthur Fleck, the man she once knew and loved, was gone. She never even got a chance to tell him about the baby.