Shit. Shit. Shit. What was Matthew here to do? Give in to the Joker and surrender or risk both his and Orla's lives? At first, he was thinking about making his dad pay for what he has done to his family by making them fall apart, but he knew that didn't make him the bigger man in this situation. He looks at Orla, whose eyes were widened with fear. He looks at the gun in Joker's hand.

"Don't you dare, Joker!", says Maia. "You ain't gutsy enough to kill both Matt and Orla!"

"Maia, don't put fuel into the flame," says Nightwing, "for you might cause an explosion."

Even though she understood what her father was trying to say, she really hated how he acts like a metaphorical Gandhi.

"What's it gonna be, dear Bat-Kid...? What's it gonna be...?", asks Joker. Matthew already knew how nuts the Joker was...but was he really this nuts to kill his only remaining piece of family he has left? Yes. Yes, he was.

"I'm not...giving up to you...but I ain't gonna die in the hands of you."

"Wrong answer."

Joker shoots at Matt's leg but ends up missing intentionally, as if he was trying to scare the sixteen year old. Matt really didn't want to die. He didn't want Orla to die either. Batman aims his batarangs at Joker's hand, making the Joker drop his gun. Feeling his wrist, Joker growls at Batman.

"Die, Batman, die! Damn you!"

"Never."

Batman grabs Matt by the collar and urges him to come with him. Refusing to move, Matt tells his father that he wanted to save Trickster. His father questions his decisions.

"Dad, were you even there when Joker was treating Orla like crap?! Were you?! If you were, you wouldn't judge me."

"Nobody's judging you, son."

"Oh, really? 'Cause it seems like that's your job nowadays, apart from your new job from keeping secrets and tearing families apart."

"I don't like your tone, son."

"Or maybe you just don't like me!"

"Son-"

Matthew was heading for Orla, making sure if she was okay. She nods her head and smiles. Maia was coming towards Batman.

"What is up with your teammate?", he asks his goddaughter, which she calls her grandfather.

"Maybe he's giving the same treatment you've been giving him all these years."

"You sound like my conscience right now."

"You mean I sound like Uncle Alfred? Well, thank you, Grandpa Bruce."

"You also have his sense of humor."

"Might as well keep his legacy alive, Gramps."

Maia pats Batman on the back. Looking at the kids, he couldn't help but to feel a deep hole of guilt. Was he a bad father towards Matthew? He looks around to find the Joker, only to find him face to face with his son.

"Matthew Bruce Wayne! Get away from the Joker. Now...now!"

Too late. Joker was kicking his son in the gut, making him fall down to the ground. Batman tried to move to get his son away from the Joker, but his knees were as weak as jelly. What was wrong with him? Was he afraid? He couldn't be. Not in a situation like this! He saw Joker point his gun at his son, but Orla hit her dad on the head with her rubber hammer. Joker growls and shoots twice at his daughter's chest. Matt yells at Joker for shooting her while being by her side. She grabs a hold of her chest. He places his hand over her chest as well, finding bandages to put over her wounds.

"Don't die on me, Orla. Don't fuckin' die on me!"

"Matthew..."

"No!"

"Matt. Don't...worry about me."

"I have every right to worry!"

"No...I'll be with my mother again..."

Her eyes were slowly closing. Matt couldn't let her die. Maia was already calling the hospital.

I get you now. Orla, I get you now. You just want love. Like me. You just want to fill that hole in your heart. Just like me...I finally get you now. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you.

"Joker, you asshole. I'll mess you up!"

"I like to see you try."

"No, son.", says Batman." Don't do it."

Matthew grabs a hold of the arm that Joker had his hand on his gun. Grabbing it away from him, he shoots the Joker. Letting the anger bubble up in him, he was shooting him multiple times until Maia had to stop him.

"Dude, I'm pretty sure you killed him."

"I don't care."

"You should."

The ambulance was here to carry both Orla and Joker away. Hoping that she'd be alright, Matthew walked away with Maia and the adults. Matthew refused to let anyone touch him, not even his father. If Orla were to die, he didn't want anyone bothering him. Nobody. At all. He hoped that Joker was dead, for all he cared. He didn't understand why he wanted Orla to live. She was the Joker and Harley Quinn's kid. Maybe they were one and the same. Maybe...he did have a beautiful feeling for Orla. A beautiful feeling that nobody can take nor break. Not even his father can ruin.