Becca was exhausted. She went to her and Jonathan's room and collapsed face first on the mattress, Arkham uniform and all. She was fast asleep within a minute.

Like Becca, Jonathan was exhausted, but he didn't think he could sleep if he tried. Instead, he went down to the basement and did what he did best; create fear. He was so close to perfecting a new formula of fear toxin and now was the perfect time to finish it, since formulating fear toxins was a good distraction from his own thoughts.

He tried focusing, he really did; his mind just kept wandering back to one question; Why hadn't she told him?

'Why do I care so much about this?' he thought. 'I don't even like children.'

Maybe because this was different. This had been his child, which might have been why he was so irritated that she hadn't told him, even after she lost it. As one of its parents, didn't he have a right to know?

Jonathan pushed his chair away from the desk he was working over and stood up. He couldn't work, not until he talked to Becca. He left the basement and headed for their bedroom, but stopped after taking a few steps inside the room.

Becca was fast asleep. He took a deep breath, counted to ten, and decided not to wake her. He was about to turn around and leave the room when Becca shifted slightly and her eyes opened slowly. Her hazel eyes met his blue ones and it was like his feet were glued to the floor. It felt like years passed before she moved to a sitting position, still keeping eye contact with him.

'He knows,' was Becca's first thought when she opened her eyes and saw Jonathan standing in the doorway. 'He knows and he's probably really pissed off.' She sat up, never breaking their eye contact, and wondered what was going to happen next. Without making a sound Jonathan crossed the room and sat down on the edge of the bed. She was ready for whatever he had to say to her.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Except for that.

Becca really didn't know what to say. What could she say? That he was a heartless bastard whose only joy in life was creating fear in others? That she couldn't think of him as being too pleased with having kids? "I didn't think you'd care," Becca said honestly.

"Why would you think that? It was my child too."

"She," Becca corrected him. "It was a girl. And honestly, you don't come off as the loving parent type."

"Neither do you," he shot back.

"What, you don't think I'd make a good mom?"

"Honestly? No. And I can say that because I know I'd make a horrible father."

"You don't know that," said Becca. "You've never had a kid, so how could you know if you'd make a good dad?"

Jonathan shrugged. "Even if bird brat hadn't killed it—her—I doubt I would've had the chance to be a father."

That confused Becca. "Why not? We could've raised her."

"No," he said. "They wouldn't have allowed it."

"For Christ's sake, stop being cryptic, you're not the damn Riddler," Becca snapped. "Who wouldn't have let us take care of her?"

Jonathan gave her a look of disbelief. "Are you seriously that stupid? You're a wanted criminal and an asylum patient. Do you really think they'd let you keep a child?"

"I'm not crazy," Becca snapped.

"You've been committed to an asylum for the criminally insane and you've been there for almost a year."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I'm crazy," she said. "Edward Nygma is crazy. Jervis is crazy. The Joker is crazy." She pointed to him. "You're crazy. Don't look at me like that—you know it's true; those chemicals have seriously fucked up your brain. Anyway, what was I saying? Oh yeah; I'm. Not. Crazy."

Jonathan sighed in exasperation. "That doesn't matter to them. The police, the asylum, everyone—they would've deemed you an unfit parent and would've put her in a foster home, and you know it."

Becca opened her mouth to argue but shut it again. He was right. "Fine, they would've taken her," she sighed. "I don't know what's worse, losing her this way or knowing I would've lost her after she was born. I don't think I could go through that again."

Too late, Becca realized what she'd just said.

It took him a few seconds, but he caught up. "Again?"

Becca bit her lip nervously. "Um, yeah . . . I've kinda been through this before. Well, it was different, but kinda the same." When she saw he was still confused, she sighed and ran a hand through her hair.

"Well, I guess now's as good a time as any to tell you." She took a deep breath. "This wasn't my first pregnancy.

A/N: Cliffhanger!