Broken, not Shattered

Surprise!!

T/W: second half all smutty goodness...

~As I see you now, in what's left of me,

Is it too late to plead insanity?~

~Motionless in White~

Sophie should have been a bit more curious about the surprise he had promised her. She had taken it for silly pillow talk and had not put anymore thought into it. She slept, if she dreamed, she didn't remember them. She felt rested for the first time in a while. She should have paid more attention to the jovial tone he used. This was not what she would consider a good surprise, but boy, it was definitely a surprise she never would have guessed.

He'd been gone when she woke up, the bed cold. She pulled herself from it and showered. She had laughed when she saw the greasepaint smeared lightly across her thighs. Once she had cleaned up and dried off, She got a look at herself in the mirror. She was shocked by the ring of bruises around her neck. Thankfully they were light, hopefully gone before she had to go back to work. She hung the towel on the rack to dry and moved to her room to get dressed for the day.

She made herself some scrambled eggs and a large pot of coffee. She relaxed as she ate the small breakfast. Her mind was on Joker. She had a growing sense of panic. The more time that passed made the feeling grow, until she was so full of nervous energy, she deep cleaned the kitchen. When he still hadn't shown up, she moved to change the sheets on her bed.

She finally decided to just relax. Whatever it was, she would deal with it when he showed up, not worry before. She decided to turn on the TV while she painted her toenails. She was feeling bold and grabbed 'Candy Apple Red' and listened to the background noise. Her toes were completely dry when he finally showed up. She looked up at him from the couch and frowned. He barged in holding a small bundle in his arms.

She looked at the bundle, then up to him.

"What is that?" she pointed.

He looked down at the bundle then back at her. "A kid."

She blinked. He said it like she had asked the dumbest question imaginable. "No shit. Why is it here?" She asked.

"Surprise! You get to knock your first favor off of the to do list now. I need to stash him for a few days."

She was up on her feet now. She wanted to push him and the small bundle out of the door. She wanted to yell at him, but all that came from her impotent anger was one word.

"Fine."

He smiled at her, she frowned. "You aren't going to hurt him are you?"

"No, no. I try to avoid killing kids, it's not funny, hell, it's not even a challenge, really."

She let out a small puff of air in relief. "Well, set him down, is he sleeping?"

"Uh, no, I had to chloroform him, so he'll be out for a bit."

Joker laid him on the couch and Sophie just looked at him. "How old is he?"

He looked at her, a curious look on his face. "Does it matter?"

She sighed. "Is he toilet trained? Does he eat regular food?"

"Oh, yeah, all of that, he's like what? 4 or 5? not in school yet."

This was such a bad idea, "Should I even ask why I have him?"

He looked at her, head cocked to the side again. "Only if you really want to know."