Bruce yawned and stepped into his bedroom, ready for a goodnights sleep. She was sitting at the vanity set, holding her head in her arms. Her blonde hair tumbled over her eyes, and he was sure that she was crying. Alarmed he ran over to her and kneeled, "Chloe what's wrong? What happened?" She dropped her hands and raised her head to look at him; the gorgeous green eyes he loved were red and puffy. "Clark was here as Superman he showed up out of nowhere." She hiccupped. Bruce clenched his teeth, "What?" Chloe stood up slightly shaking, "He wanted me to know that the baby should have been his! He won't let us be happy. He's just going to keep on tormenting us when we least expect it. Oh Bruce!" she turned to him and he wrapped his arms around her.

"Shh. It'll be ok." He whispered into her hair.

"Why can't he be happy for us? He had his chance!" she screamed out.

He stayed quiet, unable to answer her question. Slowly he led her back to bed, and crawled in after her. After a few minutes of hiccupping and shaking, her breathing evened out and she relaxed into sleep in his arms. Before he fell asleep, Bruce placed a hand on her belly. Mine, he thought.

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The Joker grinned at his thugs. They stared back at him in awe of the newly formulated plan to lure Batman in. Harley wiped away tears from her face, "OH MY GAWD PUDDIN' you're a genius!" she twanged in her Jersey accent. The Joker twirled around and clasped his hands together bringing them below his chin, "You like me? You really like me!" His chin wobbled while he pretended to cry and wave at an imaginary crowd, while Harley blew him kisses from the audience.

The nurse's outfit fit the Joker perfectly although he ordered Harley to wash away the bloodstain from where he had stabbed and killed the pathetic little nurse. Satisfied, he slinked over to where Harley stood at the old rusty sink scrubbing the uniform. The Joker grinned and placed one of his many knives at her throat from behind. "Oh Puddin'" she moaned and allowed him to place his skilled hands beneath her shirt.

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Clark let his eyes wander to where Chloe's empty desk stood. A sigh escaped his lips, and even Lois noticed. Her blue eyes flickered with concern but before she could make her way over he spotted her and mouthed, "I'm fine" She smiled slightly and returned to her paperwork. The ringing of his desk phone ripped his attention away from Chloe's absence. He cleared his throat before picking up, "Clark Kent here"

"Clark" said a voice.

He paused before realizing it was Bruce Wayne on the other line. "Yeah?" he replied.

"I heard you dropped by last night." Bruce paused, "When I wasn't home."

Clark glared at the phone, "Yeah so what?"

"You won't drop by again without a phone call or at least a knock on my door" Bruce commanded coldly.

"Look Bruce, Chloe and I have been friends for a long time and I have a right to see her and the baby when it's born. It's not your concern what I tell Chloe and when I decide to do it. The Manor isn't yours anymore it's yours and Chloe's."

"It is my concern when the man that loves her is sneaking into our bedroom and speaking with her until she's in tears. If anything happens to her or the baby I swear you'll never work at any newspaper or magazine for as long as you live." Bruce told him, calmly.

"Put her on the phone" Clark hissed, careful to keep his voice low over the murmur of his colleagues.

"She won't speak with you Clark, why do you think I'm the one calling you. You've dragged her heart and mind through an emotional whirlwind that isn't making her pregnancy any easier." He said angry "Leave her alone"

Clark opened his mouth to curse Bruce and all the money he had, but he heard the faint click of another phone being picked up. Just moments before Bruce hung up, Clark swore he heard a faint female voice say, "Smallville tomorrow"

"Chloe?" he whispered.

Then the line went dead.