Here is some news of little Benjamin like you guys wanted. Thanks for the reviews and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Harley panted as she ran through the dark, wet streets of Gotham. Taking notice of the buildings she knew that she was in a bad neighborhood. She almost stumbled and stopped when a man suddenly was blocking her way. She gulped, noticing that he was one of the Joker's henchmen. She went to turn, but cried in fright when she hit the body of the Joker. She collapsed to the floor, trying to crawl away from him.

Her chest rose heavily in a rapid speed. "M-Mr. J," she stuttered. "I'm sorry. P-Please forgive me. I love you. I-I wouldn't do anything to upset you. He forced me! He..." Harley's voice began to get smaller and smaller. The look in the Joker's eyes made her tremble in fear. His eyes had fire from the depth of hell. "Mr. J...?" she squeaked, but he interrupted her with a snarl.

"Do you realize that the more you talk the more painful and longer your death will be?" hissed the Joker.

Harley shook her head and got on her knees. "Please, I beg you, Mr. J. I love you! Everything I did was for you!"

"Shut up!" he barked. "For the past three years you have been at my side, but when that man sought you out, you threw away all of that out the window. I'll get frank with you since you are about to die. I never liked you. I used you to get what I wanted. You were so clingy it was annoying," he said with a disgusted look on his face. "But when you kidnapped my children... You're lucky you're still breathing now. Boys!" he whistled. Harley looked around as his henchmen began to circle her snickering and licking their lips in anticipation. "I think I owe you a treat, so have fun."

The men laughed and began to grab a screaming and trashing Harley. "Make sure her body is never found," he whispered to one of them, who only nodded, turning his gaze to the ill fortunate Harley Quinn.

Elsa smiled as she hugged and cradled the baby boy in her arms. She had had him for about four days now and what a blessing has it been. Elsa was a sixty year old woman and never was she able to bare children of her own. Her first husband died tragically when they were just newlyweds of cancer and her second husband was abusive. She was ecstatic when she found out she was pregnant, the only good thing about being married to Gerry, but he came home drunk one night and beat her mercilessly.

Before she knew it, a puddle of blood had covered her lower abdomen. She was rushed to the hospital by a neighbor, but the doctor wasn't able to save the baby. She herself almost died and after the death of her first baby, she became suicidal. To make things worse, due to the harsh miscarriage, the doctor informed her that she wouldn't be able bare anymore children. She never saw Gerry again after that, nor did she care to see him.

The baby in arms was something more to live for after being alone for so long. She remembered back to the young woman that was supposedly the mother. She looked scared and confused. She wondered what could have happened to her to leave her new born like this, but she almost felt relieved. She was given the chance to be a mother and she will take advatange of it.

"How can abandon such an innocent creature?" cooed Elsa. "Now what will I name you? I've had you for a while. I think it's about time we give you a name." He just stared adsent minded up at her. "I know... I'll call you Ethan. Would you like that name?" He again just stayed quiet, sticking a hand into his mouth. I wonder if he's hungry, she thought. She had already bought some bottles, diapers, baby food, and milk, but she had only bought to last a few days, thinking that the mother of this child or the police would have come and gotten him. "I bet you're hungry, but I already ran out of food to give you. Oh! I know I'll call Sandra and ask her to run for to the store for me."

Elsa quickly called her next door neighbor and told her to buy more diapers, baby food, and milk. When Sandra started to ask questions, Elsa cut her off, telling her that she'll explain everything and that she'll pay her back. Sandra was the closest thing she had as a friend and yet they weren't that close either. Just someone to gossip with. She had always been a bit jealous of her. They were both about the same age except Sandra had kids, even grandchildren, and a wonderful husband.

She waited about an hour or so until there was a knock on the door. She carefully place the baby down on a nest of sheets that she had made for him and went to answer the door. Sandra came in carry bags of the things that Elsa had told her.

"So, are you going to tell me why you asked me to bring you these things?" asked Sandra going into the kitchen and dropping them on the table. Elsa opened her mouth, but the sounds of a baby crying filled the air. Sandra went into the living room and was dumbfounded, seeing a baby on the couch. Elsa went to him and began singing to him, trying to stop his crying. "Elsa, h-how...?" stuttered Sandra. Elsa just sighed and went into the kitchen and began preparing food for Benjamin. "How did you get this baby? You don't have any children..."

"I know I don't have children," scowled Elsa.

"Then how did he get into your kitchen?" argued Sandra.

Elsa placed the bottle's pacifier into Benjamin's mouth. He began to drink the milk greedily. "A girl gave him to me. I just wanted to see if the baby was fine since it was crying and she said she didn't know what to do. Before I knew it, she was gone. I guess she wasn't ready to be a mother or something. Did you expect me to leave this helpless infant to a woman that doesn't want her own child? She'll probably mistreat him or she was most likely already crazy for abandoning him."

"You don't know that, Elsa. Aren't you going to report this to the police?" Elsa just rolled her eyes and tried to focus her attention to Benjamin. "You know you have to. Maybe they're looking for him."

"And then what? They'll put him in an orphanage, living miserable for the rest of his life!"

Sandra sighed. "You don't know that." She walked towards them and gently stroke Benjamin's head, smiling. "What if he has a dad or siblings? Either way you could always adopt him if he doesn't."

"No, I'm too scared," whispered Elsa. "What if they think I kidnapped him or what if I never see him again," she cried.

Sandra noticed that Elsa already loved this child, but she didn't blame her. "Just think about it before you get yourself into deeper trouble."

Kayla eyes looked over as the twins played around the backyard. They giggled as they twirled through the flowers. She looked down and suddenly her arms were filled by a small baby, staring up at her, smiling with his brown eyes. She could feel tears falling in relief and happiness. She heard Iris and Taylor calling and running towards her. She felt something was missing, though, until she turned and saw the Joker, kneeling beside her.

"Now's everything is perfect."

Kayla suddenly woke up, crying. She still couldn't remember anything or where she even was, but the dream felt so familiar and yet so far away. Her thoughts went back to Bruce and the Joker, the kids that she supossedly had. She reached down and rubbed her belly. It was empty.

"My baby," she cried. "Where's my baby?"

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PS – Did you guys like it? I didn't want to make Harley's death disturbing to read, but I did want to make her death suffering (no personal issue involved) because there is nothing worse than being raped to death.