Honestly I haven't been in much of a typing mood lately at all, busy with summer fun and whatnot. :P So tonight's chapter with be short, but I will try to give you a longer one next week. Once again, we are skipping forward a lot here, but I am trying to get to the main just of the story, which is the Joker's daughters.

So another chapter!

4 Months Later

I find myself sitting at a long table with other mob leaders who all look on me with distaste. It has been four months, yet they still stare at me like they are screaming, "You are not your father" in my face.

"We need to find a way to get rid of the Joker, the man doesn't rest." I hear one man say from my right.

A large man to his left answers him, "Paying him off worked for a long while, why don't we try that again." I have stayed silent the entirety of this conversation, but I will not allow my mob anymore loss because of that Freak. I don't care if my child is partly his.

"My father had the wrong idea about him, it wont work; he doesn't care about money." I finally say, causing more men to glare in my direction.

"I don't know about that, your father had the right idea about you. He could have had the right idea about the clown to." A few men grin in my direction and nod in agreement. It is no secret that my dad gave me to the joker as payment.

"Then enlighten us, Sweetheart. What does the clown want." Another man asks me sarcastically.

"I don't know, but it isn't money." At just that moment, in th perfect timing he is known for; Laughter filled the room and the Joker walks through the door with two men behind him. The two men behind him are dressed in blue jeans and black T-shirts, the Joker is in his usual.

"You sound like you didn't miss me, Dollface." He plays hurt and I roll my eyes. It is strange to see him again. I wonder if he knows that the baby is even his. He must, it is so obvious.

"What do you want, Joker?" I try my best to spit my words at him like venom, but the knowledge that my daughter is his is distracting me.

"Just... a few minutes of your time." He draws out his words and licks his lips before continuing. "I just want to talk to you alone." He points to me like I didn't already know who he was talking about.

"I don't think that would be in my best interest." I instinctively cover my large belly with my arms protectively. The other mob members stare at the encounter, some even look amused. The Joker stares at my obvious pregnancy with interest.

"Oh, but I think it would, Beautiful."

"Now Beautiful... just come and talk to me. 10 minutes; that's all. I promise no fowl play." I look around the room and I have a hard time deciding whether I would rather be in this room of men I can't trust or in the hall with the Joker.

"Okay fine, ten minutes." I stand up carefully and follow him into the hallway. The second the door shuts behind us I am pushed up against the wall lightly. The Joker puts his hand on my stomach and I feel little Jackie kick.

"Oh, so what happened to you, hmm? Did you find a new man?" He teases me.

"No, I just have some leftover memories of an old one."

"And who would that be?" I feel his hands press harder into my shoulders as he spits out the words angrily. I watch as one of the goons gets stiff in his stance as though he is uncomfortable.

"Well, how about a words problem? Are you good at math?" I feel his grip on me loosen slightly as he chuckles and licks his lips, further smearing his make-up.

"Maybe, why?"

"Well, when my father gave me to you I hadn't slept with anyone in six months. I was three months pregnant when I ran away from you. It has been four months since I last saw the father of my daughter. Who's the Daddy?" I smirk at him as he gets a conflicted look on his face for a brief second before regaining composure.

"She can't be mine." He starts to pull away from me and scoff.

"She is, I guarantee it." I'm not sure why I am telling him this, I shouldn't care. Something inside me wants me to tell him this. Part of me wishes he could be the father. But I decided weeks ago when the thought first emerged that I must be crazy to want him back in my life, let alone in Jackie's.

"So, you want me to be the father? I'm not really father material." He is very sarcastic. I try to ignore it and move on.

"So what do you want me for? You have seven minutes."

"Well, I have a business proposition for you. I can get rid of every man in that room. I can help you come out on top." I don't know what he is getting at, but I said ten minutes.

"Well, I'm listening."

"All I need is your loyalty, and your assistance if I need it. It would help me out just as much as you if they were all gone." I am suspicious of his plan, or if he even has a plan.

"You would have to do a few things for me." He gives me an exhausted look and sighs.

"Like what?"

"Like your word that you wont ever try to get rid of me as well, and I'd like you and I to have something holding out little 'team' together." I put air quotes around the word team to show my point.

"How would I do that?"

I pretend to think about it, but in my mind I had already come up for a use for my little daughter. "How about be a part of Jackie's life? It'd give us common ground, don't you think? Keep us on the same side?"

He looks at me like I've grown a second head but nods his head in agreement. "Jackie?" He finally asks.

I grin at him with a smug smile playing on my lips, "Yes, Jackie Lynn Napier." His eyes show no emotion, but I know the name will bring something up.

"Napier? Where did you hear that?" Hi words are almost growled at me and I see the goon behind him shuffle on his feet uncomfortable again.

"I just happen to know a few things about you, Joker. So do we have a deal?"

"We might as well." His words are being drawn out again but he backs away from me and looks at my face.

"Well, follow me then." I walk back into the meeting room with the Joker behind me. "I solved the Joker problem. Meet my new business partner." I motion towards the Joker and I see a smile forming on his lips as the room erupts into absolute outrage.

"You don't make plans with the enemy!" and "You are a disgrace to your father's memory" can be heard along with many other things, but I turn to leave and the Joker and his men follow behind me. The joker found the situation hilarious even as his sat down inside the limo with his goons.

My driver knows better than to ask questions about my fellow passengers, but I can see his concern in his eyes. The Joker is staring out the window thinking god only knows what.

OKAY sorry it is so short. :( I will try to make the chapters longer than this from here on out. Hope you like it, any concerns please let me know in a review. Please be kind with my English, I'm not to good at it yet.

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