Arlee held up the baby shocked as she examined it, "It's…it's a boy" A healthy baby boy.

Bruce was too worried about to hear her. "What's wrong with her?" he demanded as nurses fussed over her. He pushed them aside and shook Chloe a desperation building up inside. He'd heard of women who had died during childbirth. "Chloe wake up. Chloe!" he shouted. Alfred stepped into the room his face ashen, "Bruce" Arlee handed the baby to the nurses instructing them to clean the boy up. "What?" he turned to Alfred. Immediately he knew something was wrong, down the hall a woman's screams bounced off the walls followed by a cackle that chilled him down to his bones.

Joker

The room erupted into chaos, Bruce ran to shut the room's door just as The Joker slammed all his weight onto the opposite side, "Aww Brucey baby I'm just here to congratulate you!" Never had such a cold fear possessed him. Instinct over ruled logic. Keeping his weight on the door he shouted commands, "Alfred get Chloe and the baby out of here now!"

Arlee quickly ushered the nurses into another adjoining room. Alfred helped them wheel Chloe's hospital bed out. Once the room was cleared, she scooped up the baby and tucked him deeper into the blankets. Bruce met her eyes. He spoke with a fierce and violent devotion "You keep him safe at all costs. Now go run! Call the police get them down here as soon as possible" She nodded fearfully as the door opened a crack, Bruce's feet slid out from underneath him. The Joker was seconds from entering. Quickly she slipped out of the room all the while holding the whimpering baby to her chest.

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Chloe opened her eyes, as the exhaustion ebbed away. Suddenly taking in the sight she wished she had never woken up. Alfred stood at her side. The nurses that surrounded her during her labor where gone instead Gotham police officers replaced them and encircled the bed in a protective circle. "What's happening?" she asked. A maternal instinct pulled at her gut. Her baby was in danger. "I want my baby. Where's my baby?" she demanded hysterically. Alfred rushed to calm her down as she sat up in the bed. The IV needle sticking into her veins restrained her. "Shh Chloe please calm down." Alfred whispered, one of the cops made his way over to Chloe "He's nearby"

"Who's nearby?" she asked. "The Joker" he motioned for her to be silent and he gently ripped away the IV needle. Fear shot through her body so fast it made the room spin. Bruce. My baby. "We need to get Chloe out of here. Alfred please help her get dressed quickly. We don't have much time."

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Bruce gritted his teeth as The Joker smashed his face with the side of his gun, metallic taste filled his mouth announcing he'd drawn blood. "Look Brucey I'm just here to see the rotten kid heir to all of Gotham what's wrong with that? I'll make you a deal you tell me where the baby is and it gets to call me Uncle J" he paused to smile "How's that sound?" Harley stood by the door a gun positioned lazily in her hand as if it was a grocery bag she was holding. "Don't hurt his face Mr. J that's his moneymaker innit it Wayne?" she asked her Jersey accent twanged. Joker glared at his girlfriend, she looked away scared. Tired of playing games he picked up the billionaire by the collar dragging him to his feet, he noticed that Bruce was a lot heavier than he looked. He could have easily beaten the Joker to a bloody pulp by now but he refused hoping that by stalling Gordon would arrive and make sure Chloe and his baby boy were safe and sound.

"I'd rather shove dynamite down my ears than to hear my son call you uncle." He told the Joker coldly.

His crazy eyes widened glittering with satisfaction, "So it's a boy then."

Bruce held back a groan of frustration as he realized the mistake he made giving his baby a gender was just narrowing the search. He prayed to a God he was unsure existed that Arlee had managed to escape.

"Tell me does he have his mother's eyes? Her hair?" The Joker asked eagerly.

"Go to hell" he answered rage simmering below the surface off his calm face.

"Only if the blonde bombshell you wrangled comes with," he taunted throwing his head back to laugh. The scars on his mouth twitched with the effort. "Anyway I hear your good friends with The Bats and I'm only requesting his attention" he paused "What better way then to kidnap his best friend's newborn baby and stunning fiancé?"

In one fluid motion Bruce stood up to his full height and placed his hands on The Joker's wrists. He crushed them and the Joker not expecting the pain grimaced. A spark of fear sprang into the maniac's eyes. Harley raised her gun to Bruce's chest, "Now, now I don't wanna hurt you but if you don't let go of Puddin then I might have too" Comically she sounded like a little girl unsure of the powerful weapon she held in both her hands. Bruce evaluated her stance and weighed his options. He let go of the Joker making sure to shove him hard, the clown lost his footing and tumbled down on his back. With smooth movements that were beautiful to watch, Bruce grabbed Harley by the throat kicking the shotgun out of her shaking hands. The Joker sat on the linoleum floor perfectly amused.

"Batman won't come" Bruce told him.

Joker huffed crossing his arms on his chest, "Why?"

"He doesn't make house calls to lunatics or their little pets" with that Bruce shoved Harley onto of the Joker having enough time to bolt down the hall, everything in his body screaming to find his son and fiancé.