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The Joker reappeared in my mind only months after I was released from the mental hospital. Three months and twelve days, to be exact.

Three months and twelve days of lucidity. Three months and twelve days of knowing what was going on around me and caring21. I knew the truth about my parents, that they love me and want me to be healthy. Three months and twelve days of being a good husband and father.

I remember the day he came back. I was mixing a vat of two chemicals together that were safe together, but if another particular chemical with those two, the planet would explode. I heard his voice in my ear, telling me to add just one more, to make the plant explode. It was like he was toying with me, daring me to do it.

At that time, I could ignore him and I upped my meds slightly. Then, slowly, meticulously, he started to get more and more resistant to the powerful anti-psychotics. I upped the dosage nearly to a dangerous amount, soon after, I just gave up on controlling him through medications. I had to rely on my own will power and self control. I'll continue to take the meds for appearances.

I didn't want Gen to know my mind was slipping again. I didn't want to frighten or burden her again. There were nights when I was sane and even insane, when I lied awake at night, with her asleep in my arms, wondering if I should just leave to make things easier on her. I'm just a hassle to her when I'm insane or starting to go insane. Then, I realize I'm kidding myself. I couldn't live without her. If Gotham thinks I'm dangerous with Genesis in my life, they don't want to see me without Genesis in my life.

The final chapter of our story starts early one morning in my dreams. In my dream, I'm somewhere and I don't know how I got there. There's fire all around me with lava spewing volcanoes. It's like Mustafar. I hear him, the Joker, coming from all around me.

I'm baaack! Did you really think you could live without me. I AM YOU! Let's go celebrate my return by leveling this goddamned city and killing the Bat.

"No!" I scream, putting my hands over my ears as my eyes searching wildly for The Joker.

Then I realize, it's me. I'm the one who's talking. I look down at my hands and watch as my shirt I'm wearing begins to morph into my purple Joker suit. It's actually painful, it burns me. I fall to my knees, screaming in agony.

I wake myself up by talking in my sleep. I'm not sure what I said, but I hope Gen didn't hear me. I can hear her in the shower, so she probably missed it. Hopefully. I vaguely think about joining Gen in the shower, but I don't get to finish that thought before another shows up.

I get up and start my morning routine. Soon after Gen emerges from the shower (which I can't resist a peek at) she gets dressed and goes to get Jeremy. I hear her in the hall, screaming for my assistance. My heart shoots into my throat and think that SIDS has struck yet again in my family. To my relief, it was just a spider.

I chuckled and called for Mundungus. He comes as fast as stubby legs could carry him and skids into the wall off the entry way before he climbs the stairs for his breakfast. He smelled the spider, swatted it several times with his paw and ate it with one scoop of his long wet tongue.

"Oh Jack, that's sick!" Gen exclaims in disgust, looking away from Mundungus who is happily chomping on the spider.

"What? He likes it." I said, bending down to pet him.

"Then he'll puke it up and I'll have to clean it."

"Too late now. Think of it as a character building exercise." I said smiling and kissed Gen cheek.

She rolled her eyes swatted my shoulder.

"Spousal abuse!" I exclaimed playfully, going down the stairs with Mundungus following me.

I look at the date on my cell phone and groan. Today was the day we start producing medication for Wayne Enterprises to send to AIDS patients in Africa and I'm in charge of production. That's going to add more to my workload and stress and stress brings about the Joker. I'll just grin and bite the bullet.

As I down my meds with a Red Bull (I'll probably need several throughout my day) as Rebecka walks in and as Gen feeds Jeremy (who looks thoroughly disinterested in food and very interested in his hand).

"Oh god it's you!" I jeered playfully.

"Hey, Jack, got a question for ya." Rebecka replied.

"No, I am not a mirage." I said huskily.

Gen snorted and Jeremy laughed.

"Were you and Van Montgomery separated at birth? I mean, you guys act so much alike. Besides the at least two thousand or so murders under your belt."

"Oh, harsh. Wanna be the two thousandth and first?" I replied. I wanted to slap myself after I said that.

"JACK!" Rebecka and Genesis exclaimed in horror.

"I wasn't serious."

"Still, don't joke about things like that." Gen said with annoyance lacing her voice.

"I won't, won't." I said, kissing Gen' cheek, about to leave for work.

I turned to Rebecka "I apologize. Live long and prosperous and whatever." With that, I walked out the door.

As I drove to work, some hot shot in a fancy smancy sports car cut me off in traffic. I get a look at him and see it's playboy Bruce Wayne and I don't resist the urge to flip him off. I never liked Bruce Wayne for some reason.