This chapter is going to be short, too, but I'm having writer's block, so please bare with me. Thanks for those who reviewed and enjoy the next chapter!

Kayla yanked the needles off her skin and began to get up from her bed. She winced in pain, feeling her weak knees and legs. The pain from child birth was still there, especially in her lower abdomen. I have to leave this place, she thought frighteningly. But where am I? Who am I? She looked down at the baby on the hospital bed.

"You aren't my baby," she said, taking his small hand. "Why did they give me you?" Little Benjamin just stared back at her with his big eyes. Kayla felt tears falling down her face. She shook her head furiously. "You aren't mine," she sobbed.

Kayla looked around the room and saw an old worn dress. She examined it and compared it to the thing she was wearing. It wasn't better looking and looked bigger for her size, but it was better than having the back of the robe open. She quickly put it on, setting aside the robe. Kayla turned and picked up the baby in her arms. She didn't know what she was doing, but she couldn't stand being there for one single moment.

Kayla opened the door and rushed out through the halls of the hospital. There were many doors, making it more difficult to leave. It seemed no one was there, but she pain no mind to that. All she wanted to do is find the way out of that place.

"Excuse me, ma'am," said someone behind her. Oh no, they're going to send me back to that horrid room, she thought. Kayla turned and saw a man behind her. "Do you need help in anything? You seem lost."

She nodded, slowly. "I need to leave," she whispered.

The man looked at her curiously. "Alright, just keep going straight until you reach a corridor to your first right and that should lead you outside," he said. Kayla let out a breath and walked the opposite direction without responding back to the man. She walked quickly and sighed in relief being outside of the building. It was dark outside and the only lighting was from the street lamp.

Kayla gasped and jumped when the baby suddenly began to cry. She didn't know what to do to keep him from crying. "No, please, be quiet," she said, walking further down the street. Benjamin's face was turning redder.

"Miss, can I help you?" asked a small, older woman outside her house.

Kayla gulped not knowing if she should trust her. "I can't make him stop crying."

Elsa grabbed the baby in her arms and smiled at him. "Aw, poor boy must be hungry," she said, cooing at the baby, gently bouncing him up and down. Kayla slowly backed away as the woman played with the baby. She shook her head furiously. He's not my baby. He's not! Her breathing increased and she ran the other way. She trembled in fear for what she was doing, but the baby wasn't hers… or so she thought.

"What's his name by the way?" asked Elsa, but the girl was gone. "Where did she…? Oh, Lord," she said, looking at the baby who was still crying. "What am I going to do with you?

Kayla ran until she collapsed onto her knees. Her chest felt like it was on fire. She didn't know where she was anymore, not like she knew before, but it felt like an awful place to be in. She jumped when thunder ripped through the sky and suddenly rain was coming down. She saw a newspaper in the garbage can and she quickly read it. Gotham Times it said. The name Gotham sounded so familiar, but she could remember.

"Why can't I remember?" she sobbed.

There was a loud snicker behind her and she quickly turned to see two men. "Look, Drew," said the taller and thinner one. "I think we're going to have some fun tonight."

Drew laughed. "I bet she's going to be a tight fuck, Rob. You don't see angelic looks like those everyday." Kayla scrambled to her feet and began to get up, but went crashing down when her leg was pulled harshly. She whimpered in pain as she fell hard on the concrete. She cried as she was turned around. "Why the fuck is she wearing this drag?" asked Drew.

Rob shrugged. "Who the fuck cares? I'm getting laid if it's the last thing I do," he said, unbuttoning his pants. Kayla cried as they began to touch her. She struggled against their grip, but only received as harsh slap on the face. "Shut up, bitch!" growled Rob.

"Please, stop it!" begged Kayla as the rain poured down even further.

"That's it, you cunt, beg! Beg for more," said Drew. She gasped as they gripped her legs and forced them apart. She felt something strange poking against her thigh, but knew it could be nothing good. Suddenly when she thought it was going to get worse, one of the men above her was pushed back and there was a fire shot heard, scaring both Kayla and Drew. "What the…?" Drew, however, didn't finish his sentence before he was shot on the head, falling on his back.

Kayla moved away from the bodies and hid herself from the rain, shame, and fear. She yelled as a hand touched her shoulder. She began to struggle against the person, but he held her arms tightly together. "Kitty, stop it!"

Kayla looked up and saw the Joker, starting back at him. The problem was that she didn't know who he was. It seemed strange to her that his face was painted and had scars along the side of his face. "Who are you?" she asked.

The Joker looked at her curiously. "What the hell do you mean 'who I am'?" he hissed. He realized that she wasn't a full pregnant woman anymore. Her belly was gone, but where was their baby.

Kayla let a sob out. "I don't know who I am," she cried.

The Joker shook his head in disbelief. "Where's our baby, Kitty?"

"He's not my baby," she stuttered. "He's not. Stop saying that he is because he's not!"

"Kitty…"

"Stop it!" she said, shakily. "Don't touch me!" She tried to push his back, but he only pulled her up to him.

"Where is he?" he growled.

"He's not my baby. He's not my baby," she repeated.

The Joker ran a hand through his hair. What the hell happened to my Kitty?

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