"JONATHAN!" Jackie screeched as she shot up in her bed, another nightmare for the fourth night in a row.

It was a week until show time and Jackie was beginning to crack under the pressure; she forgot entirely of her pregnancy as she began to focus more and more on perfecting her routine.

Jackie pushed her hair away from her face as she pushed the sheets away from her body and she got out of bed and left her bedroom; going downstairs into the living room.

The cool air of the living room relieved Jackie's sticky skin as she sat on the couch while propping her feet up onto the coffee table.

Jackie turned gently to a shadow "Don't you have your own house?" she asked gently.

Claw smirked "My job is to serve you, even if that means just sitting next to you." He said, moving out of the shadow.

Jackie smiled as she adjusted on the couch "What did you and Jonathan talk about?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

Jackie cocked an eye brow "Well, he had moments of free time, right?"

"Yeah."

"And you were his right hand, right?"

"Right."

Jackie smiled "So what did you two talk about?" he asked.

Claw thought for a moment "You. The boys. Your future." He spoke softly.

"Really?" she asked with a smile.

Claw nodded "He hated leaving you. He always talked about your goddamn ballet outfit…he thought you were hot in a tutu!" he said in his rough voice.

Jackie laughed, trying to keep quiet as the rest of the house slept "Oh my god!" she said with a small chuckle.

Claw sighed "But I wish I could tell you that I'm here just to play watch dog, but I'm not." He admitted.

Jackie lost her smile and glared at Claw "What, now?" she asked.

"Killer Croc has requested your presence." Claw said.

Jackie sighed "It's like two in the morning; what does he want with me?" she asked.

Claw shrugged his shoulders "Don't know. Go get dressed and I'll call the boys." He said, pushing himself off the couch.

Jackie sighed as she slowly got off the couch and shuffled back up the stairs to get ready.


Jackie walked through the sewer water with her cronies, the echoes of water dripping and feet colliding with the water.

"Waylon?" Jackie called gently, still walking along the trail.

A grumble echoed through the sewer, the men and woman stopped where they stood while the men behind Claw prepared their guns to attack.

Jackie looked around for shadows, but nothing as she cleared her throat "Waylon?" she called out again.

"I can smell their fear…" they heard echo.

Jackie looked around the sewer, listening out for movement when the cronies gasped right as Jackie felt a scaly hand take her by her throat and face her towards him.

She attempted to breathe, grasping and clawing at Killer Croc's hand as he simply glared her down with his cold and fearful eyes.

"You…" he simply spoke.

Killer Croc dropped Jackie to her feet, Jackie gaped for air as Claw helped her back up as Killer Croc sneered.

"Do they know you're with child? You reek of hormones!" Killer Croc remarked.

Jackie coughed as she looked up at Waylon Jones, placing a supporting hand on her hip "What do you want, Waylon?" she asked.

Killer Croc tossed a small box at Jackie, who caught it swiftly; she glanced at Killer Croc before opening up the small box to find a key.

Jackie looked up confused "What is this?" she asked.

Killer Croc huffed gently "I don't know. But it has your name on it." He said.

Jackie looked at the key, flipping it over to have her name carved along the side of the key; she looked up at Killer Croc and smiled gently.

"Thank you." She spoke softly.

"Is this all?" she asked.

The croc huffed as he walked away, colliding with the sewer walls as he disappeared into the dark shadows.

Jackie sighed as she put the box into her pocket "Alright, lets move out." She muttered, walking her way out of the sewer.


Claw pulled up to Wayne Manor, putting the car in park as he turned to Jackie "Are you really pregnant?" he asked.

Jackie glared at Claw "It's none of your business." She said coldly, turning away for a moment.

"Yes, I am." She responded a few moments later; then unbuckling her seat belt.

"If you tell anybody, you'll be dust. Pass it on." She said before exiting the car and walking her way to the front door.

Claw huffed as he watched her enter the Manor, he licked his upper lip as he pulled away from the drive way.


Jackie moaned as the hot water hit her skin, the smell of the sewers had attached itself to her skin and she couldn't wait to lather herself with shower gel.

It was early, nearly 5 in the morning; and Jackie knew that she would never go back to sleep, not after what happened with Croc.

She stood under the water for a second as she thought, wondering what the key was for and how she was going to find the lock for it.

'Maybe I should ask Ed?' Jackie told herself as she shook the thought away; she still couldn't trust Ed Nigma like she could, she knew he was up to something or knew something that was important; yet she knew he'd never tell her.

Jackie rubbed her face down with water as she grabbed her acne wash; she let her mind wander to the show that was now in less than a week.

She could feel goose bumps on her skin as she thought of herself dancing in front of nearly the entire city of Gotham.

The show would last two weeks and then that would be that; Jackie could begin focusing on the baby. The baby.

Jackie sighed as she thought about it again; she had to prepare another room in the house, starting thinking about clothes and a crib.

It only made her worry, yet angry at the same time as she thought more about it; she rubbed her face down with acne was as she began calculating her next move with the key, her performance, and the new life growing in her womb.