Jackie adjusted her ballet gear when a knock was heard on her door "Yeah." Jackie responded, adjusting her hair.

"Hey, mom?" Julian asked.

Jackie turned to the door "Yeah?" she said.

Julian handed Jackie a piece of paper "Can you sign this?" he asked.

Jackie cocked an eye brow "What is it for?" she asked curiously.

"It's a permission slip to join Book Club." Julian said, now avoiding eye contact with his mother.

Jackie smiled "You're dad was in book club." She said, turning around to find a pen.

"Was he?" Julian asked, following his mother into her bathroom.

Jackie nodded "Yeah, he loved it." She said, signing the permission slip.

Julian took the slip and began to walk out of the bedroom when he stopped and turned back to his mother "So, are you really going to be a Ballerina, now?" he asked.

"Yeah. Why?" she asked.

Julian faced his mother completely when he sighed "You always said that people can never actually BE a dancer as their job." He said.

Jackie looked at her son and smiled "Yeah. I did." She said.

"Why? Dad always thought you were a great dancer." He said.

Jackie sighed "Well, I guess because I didn't believe in myself." She responded.

Julian nodded "Okay, well I'll be downstairs." He said, finally leaving the bedroom.

Jackie sighed, shaking her head at herself before she faced back to her mirror to finish getting ready for the day.


Jackie chugged her entire water bottle as she left the studio and began to walk towards her car when a shadow began to form next to her car.

She stopped, grabbed her bag and ready to attack whoever it was when Ed showed up from behind her car.

"What the hell is your problem!? You don't just sneak up on somebody like that!" she said, trying to calm her nerves down.

Ed sighed "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He said, walking towards Jackie.

"What do you want?" she asked, unlocking her car door and throwing her bag into the bag seat.

Ed followed her as he stood behind her "I wanted to tell you that I am sorry." He said.

Jackie turned around and looked at he career villain in disgust "Oh, so you think you can kill my husband and then a 'sorry' is going to fix everything?" she asked, slamming her door shut before attempting to get into her car.

Ed grabbed her arm and forced her to face him "Look, I didn't kill Jon. But…I can't talk about it, nobody really can. It's too dangerous. And I just want to make sure that you know that." He said, letting go of her arm before walking away.

Jackie watched as Ed left her alone in her thoughts, the knot in the pit of her stomach remained as she got into her car, locking the doors once she was inside.

She remained silent in the car for a moment as she finally released the ball in her chest that had been building up for two months as she began to sob in her car.

Jackie let the tear flow as she sat in her seat, knowing that she wasn't going anywhere for awhile as she tossed her keys onto the passenger seat.

"Goddamn it." Jackie remarked.


Jackie slept as a storm blew through Gotham, she had the covers tightly wrapped around her when she felt something tugging on her sheets.

"Mommy?" Ben asked softly.

Jackie moaned as she tried to open her eyes "What is it, Ben?" she muttered.

"I'm scared." He muttered.

Jackie rubbed her eyes as she finally looked at Ben "Why are you scared?" she asked.

"The thunder." He said.

Jackie sighed as she opened the sheets, letting Ben crawl under the sheets with her before she closed the sheets.

Ben cuddled closer to his mother as she held him close through a sheet, Jackie could feel a chill down her spine from the small crack opened in her window before she turned to it and huffed.

"Damn it." She remarked, quickly getting out of bed and running to the window to close it.

Jackie looked out the window for a moment to see a figure looking up at her in the rain, she watched the figure for a moment before she closed the window and jumped back under the sheets.

Ben turned to his mother as he snuggled close as she put an arm around him as she hoped the rain against the windows would comfort her youngest son to sleep.

"Mommy?" Ben asked.

Jackie sighed "Yeah, Ben?" she asked.

"I miss daddy." He said.

Jackie opened her eyes, she kissed her sons head and held him even closer "Yeah, me too," She said "Me too."


It was a beautiful Saturday morning as Jackie, Bruce, and Alfred began to clean up the house, picking up broken pieces of plate and trash up from the floor.

The silence was peaceful for the three of them as they all heard the boys playing in the back yard, even though Jackie asked them to clean up back there; Jackie sighed as she looked around the house "This is going to take forever." She said.

Alfred smiled "Maybe we can do some renovating." He suggested.

Jackie nodded "Yeah, maybe." She said.

Bruce stopped and looked around the messy house "We could get some new shelves build. Let up with some of the crowding." Bruce suggested.

Jackie smiled "Why don't we focus on cleaning up the house first, and then think about renovations." She said.

"Why not talk about it now? It would make the time fly." Bruce said.

Jackie chuckled "Whatever you want to do." She said, sweeping up the rest of the broken glass up from the kitchen floor.

"Maybe you could invest in a new living room set!" Alfred remarked, throwing away pieces of broken DVD's and picture frames.

Jackie shook her head "Jon and I bought that when we first got married." She said.

Bruce shrugged his shoulders "Maybe you could give the house a makeover, I mean, Jon did leave you something, right?" he asked.

Jackie looked at Bruce frustrated "Yeah, I did…but I used it on paying for my dead husbands' funeral!" she said.

Alfred walked over to Jackie and put his hands on her shoulders "Take it down a notch, love. He didn't mean anything by it." He comforted her.

Jackie looked around the house, the furniture could use a pick-me-up and the walls could use a decent coat of paint; her and Jonathan could never agree on a color so they left the walls white for ten years.

"The place could use some sprucing up. BUT not until we clean it up!" she said, throwing the broken glass into the trash can.

Bruce and Alfred turned to each other and smiled before they resumed their task.