A loud crash was heard from the living room. I instantly stood up. His mother huffed putting the rag on the counter, "Those boys I swear."

I was raised in a middle class family with a sister. As far with sister fights go... we just stop talking with each other till we calm down. We were normal. I followed his mother to the living room where we both left the brothers. My hand instantly went to my mouth to stiffle a gasp. My eyes ran over Jack to check for injuries as red droplets are on his hand. I was able to locate the wound which was his busted lip. I looked over at his brother seeing he has a bruised cheekbone. Jack grabbed his brother's shirt pulling him close. He growled, "Talk about my wife like that again... let's see where you'll end up."

I felt the need to go to his mother to end the dispute as I am sure she dealt with this. She was already a step ahead of me by going to her boys. Jack felt his mother inching close to the two. Before she's able to smack both of her children's heads, Jack sent a fist to his brother's nose. A deafening crack was heard in the room. I swallowed. I never seen Jack violent. Jack let go of his brother's shirt walking past his mother who didn't miss a beat to smack Jack upside the head. She reached over to her eldest and did the same. His mother wagged her finger at the eldest, "How many times do I have to say stop picking on your brother?"

Blood trickled down his brother's nose. Jack came into my vision wrapping a reassuring arm to my shoulder. His lips whispered in my ear, "I'm sorry you had to see that, Mads."

I blinked letting him guide me away from his mother and brother. His brother thought he would get the last word before his baby brother was out of ear shot, "You are a deadbeat, Jack! You think you can run away from this but you can't. I'm going to bring your wife down to ensure that."

I literally can hear Jack's teeth grind against each other. His fingers started to dig into my skin. Luckily he has no nails to really dig in. I decided to wrap my arm around his waist putting my head on his shoulder. I whispered, "Ignore him, Jack. You are better than that."

Jack mumbled words under his breath. I didn't catch it and it's probably best I didn't. He guided me to the kitchen smelling his mother's cooking. He released my shoulders heading to the pot. He dipped his finger grabbing some sauce then placing it in his mouth. His face looked to be in content. Not a second later as if his mother had a radar for her food, she smacked his hand with a ladle. I couldn't help myself but laugh at the sight. She waved the ladle at her son, "How many time do I have to tell you not to do that?"

Jack smiled, "Not enough, ma."

He kissed her cheek before heading back towards me. His arm wrapped around my waist before he gave me a kiss on my forehead. Jack couldn't help but frown against my forehead when he realized his father isn't home yet. He pulled away from my forehead, "Where's pops?"

His older brother walked into the kitchen with a wash cloth against his nose. He answered for their mother, "He's dealing business."

My eyes wandered between the three family members. His mother decided to break the silence by talking to her eldest, "Jared set up the table. Your father will be home soon."

Jared glared at his younger brother and wife before heading towards the dish cabinet. His mother turned to her youngest, "Jack why aren't you feeding your wife?"

Jack rubbed his neck, "I've been busy and..."

He trailed off at the look his mother gave him. I almost involuntary took a step back at the intensity of her glare. Jack's mother smacked the back of his head, "Feed her. She has a child in her that needs to grow big and strong."

Jack started, "But ma she isn't-."

I touched his arm lightly, "I tried."

His mother huffed turning her attention to her sauce, "A mother always know when one is with child and she is with child. Do not deny me, Jack."

Jack felt his throat dry. He knows she isn't wrong. Whenever one of the girls come around who are wives to his father's men, she tells them they are pregnant and lord behold they are. Jack's eyes trailed over to his wife. His hand gave a squeeze to mine. A rough loud voice came through the house, "I'm home!"

An older looking Jack walked through the entry way undoing his tie. Scars littered his face and neck. He halted his steps when he saw his youngest son standing there with a woman. His father waved his hand to his youngest, "What's he doing here, Marie? He's not welcomed."

My throat couldn't help but form a lump that was hard to swallow. His mother put her hands on her hips, "Charles you don't talk to our son like that. He is welcomed like anyone else is."

His father grunted, "Yeah welcomed to be dead."

His father wrapped an arm around his mother taking her somewhere private. I looked over at Jack and his eyes hold anger for his dad. I wouldn't blame him. I am beyond pissed how his father treats him. At least someone is sane in here which is his mother. She has to be a saint to deal with this family. I noticed Jack's eyes haven't left his father. I tugged on his hand, "Show me where you grew up, Jack. Please for me."

That brought him back to Earth. Jack glanced at his parents before looking towards the hall. He mumbled, "My room is this way."

I let him guide me away from the negativity. His feet took two steps at a time hearing his parents starting to argue about him. I lifted my dress more to catch up with him. I called to him, "Jack hold on. I can only catch up so fast."

He slowed down his steps so there is no pull on my end of our conjoined hands. I looked at the staircase seeing photos of the family. I frowned noticing Jack wasn't in any of them and they were more recent. I glanced downstairs hearing voices of his parents. His father must really dislike Jack for not joining the family business. He turned left down a hallway till we reached the end of it. His hand turned the knob of the door on the right. My eyes instantly started to wander taking in what Jack was like before college. Paintings hung on his walls. I let go of his hand going to one of his paintings. I breathed out, "These... these are beautiful."

Jack closed the door behind him. Jack looked up to the painting I was looking at. Jack licked his lips, "That's an oil painting."

It was a lamp lit street with beautiful range of colors dancing across the canvas. I turned around seeing Jack staring at me with a light upturn of his lips. I felt blood rush to my cheeks. I tried to speak with confidence but it didn't work, "W-what are you looking at?"

Jack moved a strand of hair that came loose from my updo, "Something more beautiful than these paintings."

I lightly smack his chest, "Shut up."

Jack's upturn turned into a smirk and instantly I was in his arms. He whispered words on my neck, "Oh but it's true."

I giggled as it tickled, "P-please stop Jack!"

Jack nipped my neck before letting go. I fixed my posture. I looked back at his paintings on his walls, "Why didn't you ever pursue painting rather than trade?"

Jack took a step behind me resting his chin on my head, "It wouldn't work out. It doesn't pay the bills or anything."

I sighed knowing he was right in his words. My eyes looked around the room seeing trophies and ribbons from art contests and chess tournaments. I smiled big in a teasing way, "I never knew you played chess."

He groaned pulling away from me. His hand instantly running through his hair and his tongue licking his lips. I laughed at his reaction. Jack stopped for a moment, "I.. I needed to find something more to do to get away from here."

I instantly stopped laughing frowning. I took a step toward him resting a hand on his bicep, "I'm sorry..."

Jack sighed, "It's alright. He taught me things that I needed to know for being a mobster's son. Other mobs would be out to get me if I didn't know how to defend myself."

I reached up touching his cheek, "I'm glad you're not dead, Jack. I cannot imagine growing up like this."

Jack's hand met mine as he nuzzled into my palm. His lips touched my nose, "If I was then I wouldn't of gotten you."

I scrunched up my nose. I was about to say something till a knock was heard on the door. His mother's voice came through the door, "Dinner is ready, Jack. Your father isn't going to join us."

Jack responded, "Alright ma. We will be done in a sec."

Her retreating footsteps gave him permission to give a passionate kiss to my lips. His hands gave a squeeze to my sides. His kisses never stop giving me shivers. I pulled away before it escalates, "Jack... we better go downstairs for your mother."

He tapped my nose, "You owe me."

I smirked, "Oh I know. I'll give you back in many ways."

Jack returned my smirk and took this time to grab my lip with his teeth pulling on it a little. I pulled my bottom lip in my mouth sucking on it. I whined, "Jaccckkk."

Jack laughed as he opened the door to make way downstairs. I was hot on his heels getting one smack to his ass. That shit head.

And there we go! Hope you guys like it. It's very late here so I really gotta go to bed. I figured Jack/Joker would be on the artistic side. I couldn't help but think of his mother part italian. Maybe it's the stereotype of mobs that got me thinking it. Anywho once again hope you guys like it! Let me know! Have a nice day and week :D Also so far that I can think ahead this would be last chapter of this flashback.