*J* (the continuation)

Part Thirty-Nine: Chapter 290: Percolating

Jason's POV

I found out where the Joker is living today. I had been keeping tabs on his clowns. I knew that sooner or later, they'd lead me right to him. And they had. He was living in a gated upper-middle class neighbor on the north side of Gotham. It was your typical suburbanite home. Comfortably suited for a family of four or more. It had the well sculptured yard. A winding stone walk way. A picturesque oak tree cast shade on most of the front yard.

The back yard had a privacy fence. Not that I let it keep my prying eyes out. I just scaled up a light pole and installed a security camera on it. Typical back yard. A hot tub, a patio, gazebo in the back corner, and in the middle, a swing and slide. I assumed it was most likely left over from the family that had lived there before J. J would keep something like that around for two reasons. One, it would make him appear more normal. And two, he wouldn't be there long enough to bother.

I wonder if his neighbors even know that the scourge of Gotham was living next door to them? Hell, for all I know, J introduced himself just to scare them. That way they'd mind their own damn business and keep their mouths shut. Maybe he threatened the safety of their children. It certainly wouldn't be the first time he's used such tactics.

Apparently J and his twin are playing house with Harley and Poison Ivy. At least three of them are wanted by the law. I don't know what kind of person J's twin is, or if he was a criminal too. I mean, he did technically try to keep J from killing me. Ultimately he failed, but at guess he deserves credit for trying. Wanting to spare me may have been the extent of my unknown half brothers humanity. For all I know, he's just as awful as J. He did, after all, accept the chemicals that would forever alter his mind body and soul. You had to be a little crazy to go through it. I ought to known.

While I was in the neighborhood I decided to put a few bugs around the privacy fence in the back yard. You know, just cuz I could. It couldn't hurt. I thought that it would hopefully be beneficial. It could possibly give me a useful time or location. Incriminating evidence. Blackmail. Who's to know?

Anyway, while I was placing one of them, I heard someone come out into the back yard. I could tell from the voice that it was Harley. So I found a knothole in the fence and peered through it. Harley was holding a baby on her hip. She was pointing out shapes in the clouds to it.

My stomaches turned. I couldn't believe the extent of J's depravity. I automatically assumed he kidnapped somebody's baby. Cuz surely, no one on the face of this earth would allow him to legally adopt one. And I already know that the chemicals in J's blood, as well as Harley and myself, makes it impossible to reproduce. So I know it's not a biological child. Therefore, it was obtained criminally.

When Harley turned I could see the child. It was dressed like a girl so I assume it is. It's hair was a light red, and looked like it had naturally curly hair. Her skin barely had a trace of pink and was probably only one shade darker than Harley's. But then, redheads do tend to have pale skin. I would know after all, I was born a redhead.

Harley seemed quite affectionate towards the child. I heard her calling herself mommy. Some mother... But I know that someday that kid would see her "parents" for who and what they truly were. Hopefully she'd run far away from them when she could. They didn't deserve to have a kid and play house like normal people. There's absolutely nothing normal about them.

But then, they may corrupt the poor kid. Hell, she might turn out to be crueler than the two of them combined. She might be the true antichrist. She may be the one who finally gets the old bat. That is if Bruce is still in the crime fighting business when she grows up.

Too bad I have to kill her "father". And maybe even her "mother", I haven't decided yet. But wether I decide to kill one or both, the kid will be better off. I'm not looking for the kids gratitude or anything, but I would deserve it. The Joker was incapable of being a decent father. Even if he tried his best, he would never even scratch the surface of fatherhood.