Sorry... again. I've been busy, but I finally got this chapter down. I think I'm going to finish soon with this story. Lots of things of happening in this chapter and I'm sorry that it all seems like it's going fast, but there's no point of slowing down. Thanks for those who reviewed and read the last chapter and hope you enjoy this one.

A week later

"Hello, Mr. Wayne," greeted the doctor as he entered into his office. "I see that you're here to visit Miss Evans."

Bruce nodded and sat across the doctor's desk as he motioned him to. He hasn't been able to visit Kayla all week due to work and his nightly business. He also hasn't brought her children, even if they have been asking for her. He knew it'll cause more trauma for the three if they saw each other. Almost everyone in Gotham knew about Kayla's kidnapping and that the Riddler and Harley Quinn were involved, especially when they found the Riddler's body in a bloody and gruesome death. They have yet to find Harley's body.

"How is she? Is she getting better?"

The doctor sighed. "Well, she still doesn't seem to remember who she is, but just recently she has been asking for her son."

Bruce's eyes widened. "Really?" he stuttered. "That means she could be recovering."

"Yes, but her mind is very distant. She doesn't leave her room and talks to herself about her missing child."

Bruce shook his head. "I've been trying, along with the police, to locate her son, but no luck so far."

The doctor nodded. "Keep trying. Maybe with her son found, she can recover her memory little by little."

"May I see her?' asked Bruce.

"Of course, Mr. Wayne, please follow me," he said, getting up. The doctor took him to Kayla's room. Bruce was shocked to see Kayla, staring outside of her window to the outside gardens of the psychiatric home. He rocked back and forth, shaking her head. He looked down as she furiously rubbed her belly, wondering where her baby was.

"I'll leave you two alone," said the doctor, closing the door behind him.

Bruce placed the flowers that he had brought for her. He realized that the room was filled with flowers. Some of them were his from a week ago, looking frail and slumped, and others were fresh and some were also dried up. Another difference was that they looked that they were pulled from the ground. He grabbed a note that was on the table and cringed seeing the handwriting.

Having a room so white can drive a person more insane. I ought to know.

J.

"He hasn't been coming here in a while," said Kayla, startling his thoughts. "Why hasn't he been here? He's the only company I have at night?" Kayla's tearful eyes turned to his. "I've seen him in my dreams," she whispered. "Why?"

Bruce sighed. "I don't know, Kayla. Dr. Sanchez told me that you remembered that you had a son."

Kayla almost jumped onto him grasping his shirt. "Where's my son?!" she said frantically.

Bruce was shocked by her reaction. "Kayla calm down," he said, cupping her face. "I found out about the hospital that you were in and they gave me the birth certificate of your son. His name is Benjamin Naiper."

Kayla let go Bruce's shirt and began to sob against his chest. "I want my son back."

Bruce held her close. "Don't worry, Kayla, I'll get him back."

Late at night, Kayla laid in bed, all her thoughts of the people that haunter her dreams. She wished she could just remember more and why all of this happened to her. She sighed when the drug that the last nurse gave her was kicking in. Before she knew it she was knocked out.

Kayla smiled as Iris and Taylor slept. After eating and playing all day, their energy died out. She got up when she heard Benjamin crying. She made her way into her bedroom where she kept his crib.

She grinned as she picked him up. She gently patted his back as she hummed, trying to calm him down. She slowly turned and gasped when the Joker stared back at her.

Kayla woke up her eyes, staring back into the dark eyes of the Joker. They were both started. A cold sweat spread through her body. The Joker's make up dripped also of sweat. Suddenly, all her memory and thoughts flooded Kayla's mind.

Every memory from her mother, the church she grew up in, her kidnapping, Harvey, Rachel, Bruce, and her children to her second kidnapping and second child birth, and more importantly, the man who was in front of her.

"Jack," she said in a hoarse voice. "Ben… where's Ben?"

The Joker cupped her face and stared at her in disbelief. "You remember, Kitty?"

Kayla nodded, sadly. "Everything," she whispered. "I gave our son away," she said, beginning to sob.

"To who, Kitty?" asked the Joker, desperately.

"I-I don't know. An old lady, I-I think," she said, trying to remember, "but it's a blur. I'm sorry, Jack."

The Joker shook his head. "It's not your fault. Don't worry, Kitty. I'll make sure you have our son back in your arms."

Kayla sighed happily as she waited with Bruce as they went up the elevator to his pent house. Dr. Sanchez immediately let her go, knowing that she had regained her memory. She couldn't wait to Iris and Taylor. Bruce had reassured her that they went along with their school and they weren't traumatized by their own kidnapping. Bruce also made sure to keep them distracted and happy, even if their mother wasn't around.

Once the doors opened they were welcomed by Alfred. She had never been so happy to see him again.

"Hello Alfred," she said, hugging him. "It's been so long that I've seen you."

"Yes, it has, Miss Evans," he said, smiling. "I'm glad you'll alright."

"And my babies?" she asked, anxiously.

Alfred chuckled. "They've been like World War III."

Kayla laughed along with Bruce. "They are troublemakers."

"Momma?" said a small voice. Kayla turned to see Iris standing a few feet away.

Kayla's voice got caught in her throat. She hadn't seen her baby girl in months. "Iris," she chocked out. She dropped to her knees as her daughter ran towards her. Kayla caught Iris in her arms and hugged her with all her might. She felt happy feeling her small form again in her arms.

"I've missed you, Momma," whispered Iris.

"Me too, babe," said Kayla, trying not to cry. She gently pushed her back, studying her features. "You've grown. You're so pretty."

Iris grinned. "I know."

"Momma!" cried Taylor in surprise. He ran to her, clinging to her as his mother embraced him back. He had missed her. At night, she wasn't there to read him a bed time story, nor was she there to pick him up from school, or to make him dinner. He even missed making curtains with her no matter how many times he pricked his finger and she would kiss his boo-boo.

"Taylor, babe, I've missed you. Oh! Both of you have grown," she said, smiling.

"Momma, where's baby brother?" asked Taylor.

Kayla's smile disappeared and hung her head. "H-He's…"

"With Daddy?" asked Iris. "Daddy told us that you and Benny were fine."

Kayla looked at Bruce, who was also speechless. "When did he tell you, sweetheart?"

"Yesterday," explained Taylor. "I thought since you're a mommy, you would take care of him like you do us."

"W-Why don't you go play. I'll be there in a minute," she said, trying to change the subject.

The twins shrugged and ran to their room. Kayla turned to see Bruce with a worried face. "I swear, Kayla, I've done all I can to protect them. I don't know how he contacted them, but I now know one thing."

Kayla frowned. "What's that?"

"For a murder, he's a good father."

Kayla stayed up at night looking at herself in the mirror. She finally got the children to sleep, story after story. She herself could go on forever just for them. It was almost beautiful that she was with the people that most important to her, but two were missing.

She remembered when Harley taunted her about her looks when she was in that attic. Maybe that's why the Joker comes less and less. She wasn't the same size anymore when he first met her as a young girl. Her hips were wider, her breast ached from the milk, but she still had the same face.

She stood up in front of the mirror and began to pose to see where she needed to loose her baby fat. I could exercise more, she thought. She heard storied about men leaving their wives for a young fresh girl because their wives got old or just couldn't take care of themselves. In her situation, though, it was different, but she still wanted the Joker to be interested in her.

"If you're looking to see what's wrong with you, you won't find it," growled a voice behind her. Kayla jumped as the Joker stepped out of the shadows as he came closer to her until his breath was near her neck.

She knew that more than the appropriate time has passed for her to have sexual intercourse again, but she was afraid of that. Though seeing the look in the Joker's eyes, she knew she wouldn't have an option or the will power.

"You look scared, Kitty," he said, tracing his gloved hand across her arm. "Like the first time we had sex."

Kayla cocked her head to the side. "Well, the doctor did say it's OK to have sex," she whispered.

The Joker smirked. He pulled her head back, making her whimper, and smashed his lips against hers.

I'll probably write the smut. What do you think? Might be the last smut, so I'll have to write it extra well, if you want. Thanks for reading and please review.