Dr. Arlee knocked on the door and wheeled in the ultra-sound machine, asked Chloe to change into a hospital gown in the bathroom. The future Mrs. Wayne laid down and the doctor applied the cold jelly on her growing stomach. Bruce was in a chair next to her holding her hand. The Doctor turned on the sonar and an image pulsed onto the screen. She moved the sonar microphone around Chloe's stomach, snapping pictures. Arlee looked confused, she increased the frequency and searched the screen with a puzzled expression.

"Is something wrong?" Chloe asked nervously, she too was looking at the screen though all her eyes saw was blobs of dark black and white with gray in between. Then suddenly Arlee burst into a grin, she looked at Bruce and set the microphone aside. The Doctor looked ready to burst.

"It's a girl!" she announced grinning from ear to ear.

Chloe felt her jaw drop, and she felt the room spin wildly. She propped herself up on her elbows and held a hand to her mouth. Bruce blinked as the news sunk in. "A girl?" His mouth was dry, and he looked queasy. Chloe laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I know," she said thinking exactly what Bruce was thinking. Bruce Wayne has a daughter. He kissed Chloe as the shock wore off, "Now I don't just get one wonderful woman I'm going to get a daughter too?" She smiled at him, happy that he had accepted the fact he wasn't going to have a son.

"I'm young and healthy so we can try for a boy next time" she told him.

"Next time?" he asked her nervously. "I can just barely handle one right now"

The purple suited man paced back and forth muttering curse words under his breath. His lazy, dumb thugs were out in the kitchen trying to master the game of poker. Trying being the operative word.

"Oh Puddin!" came a New Jersey twanged voice that made him cringe at its pitch. A petite, curvy blonde wearing nothing but a wide smile, a man's white dress shirt, red underwear and pigtails greeted him with a plate of muffins .Instantly infuriated at the very displaced sight. Who in their right mind would bake at a moment like this!

"Harley!" he bellowed slapping the plate out of her hands.

The muffins crashed against the wall. She cringed and took a step back. Her usually bright blue eyes were already looking for a way out she knew what her lover could be capable.

"I DON"T NEED MUFFINS OR MILK OR COOKIES OR PIES! I NEED TO GET A HOLD OF BRUCEY'S MAIN SQUEEZE!" he shouted, the scars on his face stretched to their limits when he opened his mouth. Harley blinked back tears, she would not cry. Her curvy body shook beneath the thin shirt.

"I'm sorry Puddin! Whadda want me to do? I'll help toots I will," she whispered her head down not daring to meet his angry face.

The Joker blinked and like a maniac his mood changed entirely. "Oh Sweetheart. Honey!" he seized her up and twirled her around, dancing with her still shaking body. The thugs in the next room peered into the kitchen waiting to see a flash of Harley's butt cheeks overflowing from her underwear. Just as suddenly The Joker stopped twirling her and sighed.

"The Bat's hasn't paid me a visit in awhile," he said sitting on the floor, picking at the muffins. He inspected a piece before throwing it into his mouth. "I just don't get it. I thought he cared toots! Well I'll show him" he paused to eat another muffin "I'll get his attention one way or the other."

After a few moments of eerie silence a brilliantly wicked smile bloomed on his scarred face. The red lipstick he wore stretched from ear to ear, "Ooh I'm a genius. I'm brilliant!" He jumped to his feet, planted a sloppy kiss on Harley and danced his way out of the room.

Leaving Harley to clean the mess, and sigh dreamily. The thugs stuck around for a while admiring the view as she bent down to pick up the pieces of the plate. When one of them dared to fully cup one of her butt cheeks, she twirled around and smashed a plate on his head. "WATCH IT BUB!" she shrieked, giving up on the mess and walking smoothly into her room glaring.

Chloe hummed as she walked around the Manor her feet bare on the wooden floor, it was insanely hot in here. Spring was in the air and being in the house was driving her crazy. It was late afternoon and Bruce wouldn't be home until later. "Alfred?" she said, walking through the kitchen. "Alfred?" she called out again. She waited. No reply. She didn't doubt that he hadn't heard her. The house was big and the walls were thick enough to muffle any noise.

I suppose that'll work to my advantage once the baby comes. Or is it a disadvantage?

She wondered that as she walked out the back kitchen door and onto the gardens. Just recently she had started to explore the "backyard" although it was more like the back of the estate. Her feet and ankles were puffy so she abandoned her shoes, deciding to come back for them later. Her belly was getting bigger and it moved with her as she walked. The sun was warm on her back, the shorts she managed to squeeze in let the breeze tickle her legs. She shaded her eyes from the glare of the sun and looked back at her house. My house. She grinned. The Manor was gorgeous even now that she had moved in she had to stop and admire the architecture and grace. Bruce's parents had built the Manor before he was born.

She sat down on one of the many stone benches to rest her feet. Playing with the dirt, letting her toes crush the clods her thoughts wandered to Martha and Dr. Thomas Wayne. Bruce never talked about them very much, she knew just as much as others knew from reading the old articles. A mewing sound brought her out of her thoughts. It was coming from behind a rose bush and it grew more frantic. Worried, she quietly walked over and got on her hands and knees. Thankfully her growing belly wasn't very big yet as to scrape along the ground.

Her eyes spied a brown and white kitten, its tail and ears caught between the thick roots of the bush and thorns were digging into its fur. "Poor kitty" she told it. The kitten stopped mewing long enough to give her a long evaluating look from its chocolate brown eyes. Chloe inched towards it slowly not wanting to frighten it even more than it was. She worked her hands through the roots and branches, thorns dug into her skin but when she touched the kitten it mewed weakly. Slowly she broke off the branches with her fingers and checked to make sure it wasn't caught on anything. Then with a quick motion, she pulled out the chocolate and white cat. It purred against her arm and she laughed. A shadow covered her and her new kitty. Instinctively she placed her hand in front of her belly. She hadn't heard anyone walking up the path.

"Huh?" she turned her head to see Bruce standing behind her.

Instantly she felt the blood return to her face. "You scared me!" she said accusingly. "I'm sorry. You were just adorable sitting there on the ground, playing with the cat. I didn't want to interrupt you." He said helping her to her feet. The weight of the baby inside her, threw her off balance.

"Oomph" she leaned against Bruce's chest until she could firmly plant her bare feet on the ground. "Sorry I have to get used to this" she said, pushing her hair out of her face. "I know. So where'd you find the cat?" he asked picking up the kitty, it hissed at him. "It was caught in the bushes over there and I got it out." She pointed her arm over to the offending plant. He spied the blood on her arms and the scratches, "Oh my god Chloe you're bleeding." He sat her down and inspected her arm, worry painted on his face. "I'm fine just scratches." She said, brushing him off her arm.

"So anyway" she paused and took the kitty from him "Can we keep him? I get lonely when you're away. I need this little guy to keep me company."

"That little guy? I'd rather get you a dog," he said flatly, eyeing the fur ball in her arms. What was it going to do scratch someone's eyes out? As if sensing his thoughts, the cat hissed at him, showing him small teeth and raised a paw at him swiping the air.

Bruce chuckled, "Alright we can keep him"