I'm back and very sorry about that last chapter. It just felt more plausible for that to happy. But, of course, some kind of joy will probably happen later on. Give me some of your opinions on what you think (or want) to happen! Have a great day/night xx

Commissioner James Gordon had no idea what the hell to do with the baby of the Joker and Harley Quinn. Sitting in his office, he thought over how crazy a person would have to be to want her. Little Marionette was at the hospital waiting for her new parents. But it was going to be a struggle.

Rubbing his temples, he thought about the kid. She was little and cute. If she was an ordinary baby, it'd be easier to find a family. But the baby of two psychopaths? Almost impossible. Having to take her to Arkham for visitation? Even worse.

James knew for his own self that he would not be the one to do the job. He would not let his daughter Barbara even think twice about it. Considering how much the Joker despised the law, it was too dangerous. Besides, who knew how this kid was going to be? She could be a terror for all he knew.

He thought about all of the people he knew. The police force themselves refused politely, yet sternly. Many of his friends proved too old or had enough kids. That's when one certain person came to his mind. A man with no children and was still young. Grabbing his coat, James was out the door.

He had to talk with Bruce Wayne.

Meanwhile, Bruce had just taken off his Batman costume, showered, and sat on his couch to relax. The whole night proved stranger than normal. Seeing the Joker and Harley Quinn as parents almost shocked him. Though knowing the two belonged there, Bruce partially wished he didn't let them in Arkham. After seeing how attached Harley was to her baby almost broke the brooding man's heart. Now the young lady and her child were torn apart, no clue on how their relationship will ever be.

Just as he was about to get a drink, Bruce heard the doorbell. Alfred then walked over with Commissioner Gordon. Knowing for a fact that earlier would be involved, Bruce wondered what the question would be.

"Commissioner, you're here awfully late," he remarked, trying to stay collected.

James nodded, looking pretty solemn. "Yes. It was a very rough night. Have you heard yet possibly? The Joker and Harley Quinn had a child."

Though he of course knew, Bruce played dumb. Raising an eyebrow, he looked surprised. "Really? They didn't steal the baby, huh?"

James shook his head, still straight faced. "No. It was clearly just born. Harley was laying down, showing signs of post-labor weakness. It was a girl. Poison Ivy was with them. Now the three are in Arkham. The child is waiting for parents."

Both men sat down, Bruce hoping he would not ask what he was thinking. "Go on. . ."

"So, we're still searching. But I thought I'd come to you. Maybe you'd like to take in a child? You seem like a good fatherly type. And look, you have some help if needed." He nodded towards Alfred. "What do you say, Bruce?" Of course that was the question.

Bruce stared at the older man, thinking. He knew what James meant. How much trouble it was to find her a parent, at least. Though it would take some weight off of his shoulders to know where the child was going, Bruce shook his head.

"I'm sorry, but that's out of the question. I cannot do it."

James's face fell almost instantly. "Why so, Bruce?"

"I, as a matter of fact, am not really the fatherly type. I rather not have a child, but I am sure you'll find her a family, Commissioner." It also wouldn't help that he'd have to take her to see Harley and Joker. Bruce was not going to see that attachment so many more times. It was almost cruel.

James stood up again with a sigh. "Yes, yes, well I better go. Thank you anyways, Bruce."

"Just let me know how everything goes," Bruce nodded.

After he was gone, Bruce looked at Alfred. "Did I make a bad decision, Alfred?"

The old man shook his head. "No, Mr. Wayne. It was a good decision. I should know. I've seen many of your poor ones."

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James felt pretty defeated. He was going to have to deal with this way too long. He decided that the next day, he'd see if anyone at least showed interest in Marionette. It felt like he'd have to advertise her to the world.

So, the next morning, he drove to see what was going on with her. He walked up to a nurse's desk.

"Anyone come and look at Marionette Quinzel?"

The young woman nodded, smiling softly. "Yes, Commissioner. About eight different families so far. We've got a couple in there now. We've got a social worker around just in case any decide."

"No one so far?" James asked.

"No . . . a lot of them adored her until they heard about her parents. We then started to tell them beforehand. One family nodded and turned right around."

James sighed. "Alright if I go in?"

"Of course."

Walking down the hall to the appropriate room, James heard two people talking and cooing to the baby. When he went in, he saw a middle aged couple. The woman holding the baby looked plain, but smiled to Marionette. Her husband, graying and balding grinned just the same. The smiles faltered a bit when they saw the commissioner.

"Morning there. I'm Commissioner James Gordon," James said, shaking the man's hand. "I just stopped by to see how everything was going."

The woman's eyes lit up again. "Oh, hello, Commissioner. I'm Linda Whitman, and this is my husband Ian."

"Everything is going very well. She's an adorable little baby," Ian added.

James's hopes went up again. "So you're interested in being her new parents, then?"

Linda nodded. "Yes. The nurse told us about her awful parents. If they were smart, they'd have never let themselves be so cruel." Ian put a hand on her shoulder as if to calm her.

A huge grin popped onto the commissioner's face. "That's terrific! Now, before we get anything signed, did they tell you about visitation?"

"Yes, and we hope it's not too often/"

"Probably only once a month."

Ian nodded, tight lipped. "We just hope to save this child. We do not want to have her pulled to the devil's side like her parents."

James nodded. "Of course, of course. If you ever feel the need to, I'm sure after a while you'll be able to push visits further apart. I'll be back with the social worker from the agency." He felt giddy. It hadn't been twenty-four hours and this kid was finally out of his hands,

Okay, so Gordon might seem like an asshole, but that's how I kind of see him. Also, Linda and Ian are based off of real people, but I won't say who. You'll have to guess. Harley and the Joker will be in the next chapter xx