Thank you everyone for their support. I know I have a saint watching over me and my family because that is exactly what my grandfather was. His legacy there will live forever. I wanted to say that I think this story is coming to end soon, maybe in at least five chapters or so. I already know how I want to finish it, but if you guys have any other suggestions feel free to tell. Again thanks for the reviews and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

The Joker remembered seeing Kayla shaken up like this before a long time ago, but not to this point of insanity. She lost her memory and now she's gone crazy. He himself trembled in fury and anger against the Riddler. Since he first saw Harley happy as a Daisy, he knew something was wrong. It wasn't long until he found out about the kidnapping of Kayla and their kids. He almost blew up knowing that the kids were in danger and the baby that was still yet to be born. For almost two months he was secretly searching high and low for them still taking time to torture the city of Gotham once in a while.

The children were the first to be found. Iris and Taylor were locked up by Maroni. Apparently, he still wanted to take revenge on Kayla after all this time. They two were shaken, dirty, and poorly fed. The Joker had the satisfaction of shooting Maroni and his ungrateful son, Dino, both in the head. It was also vengeance in Kayla's part for killing her mother. He knew that he wouldn't take care of the kids, so he waited until he was sure Gotham's "Dark Knight" found them. At least he's good for something, he thought then. He soon found out that they were living with their godfather, Bruce.

The Joker turned his attention back to a shaken Kayla. She tried to hug her body under the pouring rain. Her lips were turning blue and he knew she was going to sick if he didn't take her out of it soon. "Come on, Kitty," he said, taking her hand, but she flinched again, staring at him with wide eyes.

"Don't touch me," she hissed.

The Joker groaned and rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Come on. I don't have patience to argue with you," he said, pulling her arm harshly. Kayla cried out in pain and shoved him off her, making him fall back on his ass. He growled, looking at her, but she pressed herself against the wall, afraid of him. He ran a hand through his green hair. He didn't know what to do to calm her. He only made her more nervous and scared. "Kitty," he said, trying to remain calm.

Kayla looked up at him. "Is that my name?"

"That's what I call you," he explained. And hopefully no one else calls her that, he thought. "Your name is Kayla," he said, reaching for her necklace that was still around her neck. "Kayla Evans."

She looked curious at him. "And you? What's your name?"

"The Joke… Jack. Jack Naiper," he responded.

"Jack," she repeated.

"Come on, we have to go," he said, reaching for her, but once again she pulled away, covering her face against the wall. He sighed harshly. "Look at me," he told her. She slowly turned her head and laid it on her shoulder. He crawled carefully towards her, making sure she wouldn't be frightened by him. Soon her soft breaths were hitting against his face.

His lips pressed against her softer ones. She pulled away by the contact, but he cupped her face, claiming her lips again. He felt her hesitation and struggle, but she soon relaxed in his arms. He pulled back, letting her breathe, resting his head against hers. Kayla looked up at him. Something about the kiss was so familiar, but she couldn't remember where it was from.

"You're not going to hurt me?" she asked in a small voice.

He shook his head. "No."

She closed her eyes and past out in his arms. He could feel her exhaustion. He picked her up and carried her to the van that was on the side of the road. He absent minded rubbed her belly. He needed to find their baby and recover Kayla's mind again. I hate that man, but he's the only one who can help her, he thought as he started the van on to Bruce's pent house.

The Joker laid Kayla soft on the front doors of Bruce's home. She was still sleeping. Maybe seeing the children will help her memory. He slowly reached over and pulled back the wet hair off her face. Her angelic face was still there, but it looked worn out, probably from crying and the lack of sleep. He stood up and growled, leaving Kayla by herself. Once again he let his emotions take over.

Kayla stirred in her sleep. She felt a pain coming from her arm and head. There was an emptiness inside her that she couldn't explain. She cried out waking up, seeing a nurse injecting her. She quickly pulled away her arm. She collapsed to the floor as she moved away. She shook in fright, wondering who the woman was and why she was causing him pain.

"Kayla, what's wrong," asked Bruce, going to her side. She scrambled away from him as well until her back hit the wall. Bruce looked at her in shock. "Kay…"

"Don't touch me!" she yelled.

"Kayla, it's me Bruce," he said, trying to console her, but she only shook her head.

"I don't know you!" she cried. "I-I don't know anything!" she cried, running her hands through her hair.

Bruce sighed. There was a note that came with Kayla when Alfred found her unconscious on the entrance of his pent house. He knew the Joker was the one who found her to his and her children's relief. The letter said that her son was missing and that she didn't remember who she was.

Bruce gently laid a hand on her leg, but she squirmed away. "I'm not going to hurt you, Kayla. I just want to help you. You have to remember back who you are and where little Benjamin is. I… There children are here, wanting to speak with you."

"Children?" she whispered. "What children?"

"Your children," he said.

Kayla sniffed and wiped the tears away that had fallen. "I have children? B-But he wasn't my son!"

"Benjamin? Are you talking about him? Where is he?" demanded Bruce.

Kayla shook his head. "He's not my son!"

"Kayla, please, try to remember," he said, taking her hand, but she snatched it back.

"Who are you?" she asked.

Bruce gave her a small smile. "I'm Bruce."

Kayla looked at him curiously. "If I have children, then are you my husband?"

Bruce chuckled. "No, I'm not. I'm your best friend or at least I hope I am," he teased. "Do you want water?" Kayla slowly nodded. "Alright, don't move."

Kayla watched him leave the room. The nurse had already left to tell the doctor what had happened. She slowly got up to her feet and looked around the white room. It was similar to where she first woke up. She turned her head and looked out the window. There were lots of buildings around and small cars below. She slowly smiled seeing the sun reflecting back at her.

Kayla gasped when she was a reflection against the mirror. She turned and saw the Joker staring at her. "Jack."

The Joker looked at her in shock. "Do you remember, Kitty?" he asked, excitedly. He had sneaked into Mercy Hospital, one of the hospitals still standing in Gotham, to see how Kayla was. He was annoyed when he saw Bruce coming from inside the room, but it gave him the chance to sneak in.

"You're the man who saved me from the two men. Didn't you say that your name was Jack Naiper," she explained.

He nodded. "I just thought you regained your memory back."

Kayla cocked her head to the side. "Thank you," she whispered. The Joker just looked down. "How do you know me?"

"We're… close in some kind of nature," he struggled to say.

Kayla kept staring at him. "How did you get your scars?" she asked. She leaned in to trace them, but he flinched away. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine," he said, almost growling. He almost chocked out when Kayla grabbed him by the neck and kissed him. He immediately pulled back, grabbing both of her hands. "What was that for?"

"It helped me calm down when you did it. I thought I could do the same to you…" Kayla squealed as she was roughly pulled by the Joker, smashing their lips together. She gasped into the kiss as he pushed her against the window. She grasped his hair, moving her lips faster as the kiss intensified. She moaned as he cupped her from behind, bringing her closer. Feeling a need to breathe, she pushed her lips away from his, still barely touching. She looked up at him with foggy eyes. "Why is it that every time you do that I feel like I should know you from somewhere?" she whispered. He said nothing and only panted. "Are you my husband?"

The Joker stiffed and took a step back, releasing her. "Husband?"

"I mean… Bruce told me that I had children a-and I thought I had to have a husband for that to happen…"

"You're asking me if I'm the father of your children?" he said, cutting her off. Kayla nodded. "Yes, I am, but I'm not your husband," he said, looking away.

"Oh," she simply said. "How did we meet?"

The Joker laughed. "Do you really want to know?" Kayla shrugged. She looked into his eyes and had a strange feeling wash over. She almost felt pain coming from them as if this man has caused a lot of pain. "Kitty?" he asked, noticing her stare. He reached to touch her, but she moved away from him. "Kitty…"

"D-Don't touch me," she whispered. "Y-You… I-I don't know who you are, but you're no good."

The Joker felt hurt by her words. Never has Kayla talked to him that way. "Kitty, I…"

"Get out," she spat. "I don't want to see you again."

"No, listen to me," he growled, shaking her by her arms. Kayla struggled against his grip, but he didn't let go. "I won't leave again because look what happened when I did. I left you when you got pregnant. I left you when the kids were born. I left you alone for five years not knowing how my children were. I left you when you were pregnant again and let that fucking guy be around you. Our son is out there without you, his mother…"

"He's not my son!" she screamed.

"YES, HE IS!" he barked back. "You expect me to leave when shit like this happen when I'm gone!"

"I don't understand what you're saying. I don't even remember the first time you left me," she sobbed. "I don't remember anything."

"And yet you remember our kiss. I will kill the Riddler, Kitty. I'm sure Harley is involved, too, and that's why she left after I found out about the kidnappings. No one threatens my kids like that," he growled. "I'll make they suffer a painful death."

"I still don't understand," she whispered.

"Maybe if I hit your head again," he teased.

Kayla shook her head. "I don't think I can trust you. I-I… Y-You're weird."

The Joker rolled his eyes. "Yes, you and all the citizen of Gotham know that."

"Kayla, I'm back with the water…" said Bruce as he came back, but his voice trailed off seeing the Joker holding Kayla. She gulped as both men glared at each other. Something told her that they didn't like each other.

You know, I always wondered what it would be like if Spock and the Joker would ever meet each other. I mean one is so serious and the other is… crazy. Maybe someone should write a fanfiction if they would ever encounter. I think it'll be a funny and memorable encounter. Thanks for reading and review please.