Confessions Part 2

CONFESSIONS (PART 2)

Pacing up and down, for what felt like forever, just trying to let his mind process what he'd just learned. That awkward silence hung around in the air. She hated those silences.
"I told you there was something different that time round."
He laughed, very uneasily. The look on her face startled him still. She was petrified. What of he wasn't sure, but every time he saw the devastation, he died a little inside. Shouldn't she be happy? Isn't this what she always wanted? Everything was slowing down, becoming more confusing by the second.

"Don't go anywhere, and don't move."

As quickly as the words had left his lips, he'd dashed out of the room, out of the light, into his little haven, before quickly slamming the door with so much force, part of it splintered. So unreal, and unbelievable. This couldn't be happening, but it was.

Confused to say the least, Harley wondered why he hadn't killed her. Though he was right about one thing. It was different that time round. They both felt it, that little uncertainty; it was certainly feisty as usual, but hinted gentleness. Once they'd slowed down and reached the end , he looked her in the eye, he said he loved her, then his lips connected with hers, and he really meant it. Did he? Maybe she'd never know. What object could he be finding right now? Of course he was going to kill her, it was the only thing that made sense. Oh the fantasies had been nice, however the chance of them coming true was practically impossible. Leaving it all behind, perhaps burning Gotham to the ground, then just running away, with the child. Starting a family. At least trying to have a quiet life. Who was she kidding, this was The Joker. Even if such thoughts slipped into his mind, this place wouldn't let him just walk away. As he always used to say to her

'If I left Batman, it wouldn't work. One of us has to kill the other, and preferably I'll be the one that stays alive. I can't walk away from this. Even if I wanted to Harls I can't. This is the curse I have to live with.'.

Hard to admit, she knew he was right. He always was. The nice thoughts could dance around in her head for as long as she lived, but she'd leaned from experience. Dreams are not reality.

Pregnant. The words rang like church bells in his ears. Should he be angry? Inside, being angry seemed right. He should be, but he wasn't. An aching pain in his face startled him. Was he smiling? Legitimately smiling? If happy fit the description, he was afraid. A small child, with tiny hands, bold innocent eyes. Never before had he given a care about anybody else but himself, especially children, but this was HIS child. Would be. All the crazy ideas Harley had rambled on about, the ones that occasionally made their way into his delusional mind. Perhaps... perhaps they weren't too bad. Maybe Harley wasn't so bad for him. Could he, really love her? All these thoughts, how was he letting them enter his head? Maybe old Batsy had hit him a little too hard over the head in their last fight. Walking slowly out of his room, trying to be as calm as possible, he made his way over to her. Still in the same place, just as he'd commanded. Catching her eye he spoke very slowly.

"So. We're going to have a child...?"

She just nodded her head, still sobbing.

"Okay... who else have you told?"

"N... nobody Puddin' I swear."

"Then what were you doing for two weeks sneaking out?"

"Going to chemists, having tests, you know Puddin', baby stuff."

Feeling a little stupid he forced a smile onto his face. Of course that's what she's been doing. An important question suddenly erupted in his mind. He wasn't sure how she'd react, but it was something that had to be asked.

"Are you going to tell Pam?"

With the widest pupils he'd ever seen, she sighed.

"Actually no. I didn't think it was a good idea J, you know, her being Pam and all, and you being you."

"What do you mean?"

"Well it ain't gonna be hard to work out who the father is, and you guys don't really get along. She'd get kinda mad Puddin'."

"She says anything to you and I'll kill her. Nobody is going to hurt you, or the baby. You understand doll face?"

The anger in his voice and face frightened her a little. Of course, everybody knew how protective he was over her, but never like this. Before she could process what had just been said, his arms were wrapped around her, with a grip like no other. So warming, loving, her arms wrapped around his waist, welcoming the hug and giving it back. As he tilted her head up his lips met with hers, almost making a oath to what he said. A gentle tear rolled down her cheek, acknowledging what he said. He wiped it away smiling.

"I promise Harls."


Telephones frantic as always, paper scattered everywhere, just another day at the GCPD. One of the most respected trudged his way towards his office. So many questions were eating away at him, and he needed a small rest. After locking the door he slumped in his chair. Though that usual mysterious presence was cast upon him, as done many times before. The Dark Knight stepped out of the shadows.

"I'm worried too Jim. Do we have any more information?"

"No. Did you really expect any? Maybe he's realised the error of his ways. Perhaps he's dead. For all I care, I'm glad, the entire place has been quiet for months now."

"Even so, this is not like him, and I'm worried Gotham is going to pay the price. Who knows what he'll do next Jim."

For a while they waited in silence, both knowing the other was right. After all, sometimes The Joker did wait before setting an evil scheme into action, but definitely not 5 months. Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door.

"Commissioner it's Bullock! WE GOT A LEAD ON THE CLOWN!"