Doing an epilogue because I felt like it needed a better closure. It's short, but I hope you like it.

The Joker fluttered is eyes open. He looked around and saw lights everywhere. Not just normal lights, though. They were mystical, peaceful, heavenly lights. He was in awe at what he was seeing. He remembered the last thing he did and that was putting a bullet through his head. A joy filled him when he new that he was in a good place. It felt like he had the peace he was looking and searching for on earth. He could here music playing, wings flapping softly, and he even saw a golden rode beyond him.

He felt a hand curl around his body. He looked down and saw Kayla, smiling at him. He lifted his hand up, almost not believing what he was seeing, and cupped her face. He felt her warm skin pressing against his palm. He loved her. All this time he had loved her and she was the only who cared about him like no other. He leaned down and pressed his head against hers. Her hand lifted to his face and there was nothing. No scar, no glare, no Joker. It was Jack. Plain Jack and she loved it.

"We're home, Jack," she whispered. "Nothing will part us now."

"I love you," he said, softly.

Kayla smiled back. "I love you, too."

She took him by the hand and they both walked through the gates and into the light.

18 years later

Iris sighed as she came back from school. It's been about eighteen years since her parents left. She was still very young when they past away, but she, along with her brother, Taylor, still had lots of memories of them. Unfortunately, Benjamin wasn't as lucky though he lives on with the stories that his siblings and Bruce would tell them. She and Taylor were twenty-four years old and were about done with college. Taylor decided to get into Wayne Enterprise and Iris wanted to be an interior decorator. Benjamin just started college, but has plans on becoming a doctor.

Though they were orphans, Bruce always gave them love, affection, and made sure they'd go through life as how their parents would have wanted. He was like a second father to them. The leave of their parents was hard, but the renewed their lives and acknowledged them each year of their deaths by releasing two doves by their grave site. Bruce had to admit that he was never fond of the Joker, but somehow he knew that the Joker loved Kayla in his own way.

Iris smiled as she walked into Bruce's study. "Hey, Uncle Bruce," she greeted.

Bruce smiled back. She noticed the wrinkles forming around his mouth and eyes. He was almost fifty years old, but he still managed to look handsome and still had women chasing after him. It was a shame that he never married. He had said once that she wasn't meant for him anyways.

"How are you, Iris?" he said, kissing her head. "Your graduation is soon."

"I know," she laughed. "Kind of nervous, though."

"Don't be. Besides, I got your first job."

Iris' eyes light up. "Really?"

"Yep, you can redecorate my new house," he said, grinning.

Iris smile faded. "But it's a mansion! It's like five floors."

"Well, that's why I'm telling you now. You better get started right away," he teased. Iris laughed and shook her head. "Where are your brothers?"

"Do you even have to ask?" she said, rolling her eyes.

Bruce chuckled. "Girlfriends."

Iris nodded. "And you Uncle Bruce? When are you going to get married and have kids?"

He sighed deeply. "I already have you guys."

"It's not the same, though. Wouldn't you want kids of your own?"

Bruce smiled at her. "She'll come along."

Iris nodded and gave him a hug. "I hope she does. You deserve to be happy. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," he said. "Lay it on me."

"Do you think Momma and Daddy are watching over us?" she whispered.

Bruce frowned. "Of course, why are you asking?"

"No reason, but they did love each other, right? I mean, they never married, but they practically died with each other. I know what kind of man my father was, but I still love him. I wonder if God forgave him."

"Iris, I never seen that kind of love and I've traveled a lot. It was special, peculiar, unique, but it was there. Your father had lots of demons and many had used and abused him. He was angry at the world, but when it came down to the four of you, he wasn't the Joker."

Iris nodded and smiled. "Thanks, I needed to hear that, Uncle Bruce."

"Anytime, love. Now remember our special dinner tonight. Dress nicely."

She laughed. "OK. I'll see you later."

Bruce smiled as she walked out his study. He looked at the portrait of the three children and their mother they took before she died and whispered, "Your parents would be so proud of all of you."