Probably best to reread this guys, I made a few changes.
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It was a months before it happened again. By then I was at least four months pregnant. I'd...we'd...decided to keep the baby.
Batman had disappeared. No one had seen or heard anything about him since that night. He'd simply vanished.
We'd even gone back to the cave but everything was sealed up. As if it had never existed. So naturally Ivy and I were paranoid. We had lost control of the situation. Batman could show up at any moment and catch us off guard.
But when it happened again, it was a surprise. Everything had been calm for so long that we'd practically forgotten about it.
All my injuries had healed and Jack's bullet hole was just a new scar. But I was beginning to show, my belly sticking out more than it should as if I was constantly bloated. It was scary, knowing I had something growing inside me. But I was excited too.
Jerimiah Arkham had, ironically, been thrown into his own asylum after ranting that Sinner was still alive. And openly admitting to attempted murder by stabbing me. Not that the cops had any proof of that. Except Gordon, who never said a word.
Charlie quit his job at Arkham and joined the police academy. Lorenzo had told me it was so he could join the search for us. For me. The Harleen in me longed for him, but Harley remembered what he did. His betrayal.
My father came to Gotham after days of not hearing from me. He spoke to Gordon and after he learned what I'd done, he left again. I guess he decided his daughter was dead.
Crane was in Arkham too. Left there to rot like a forgotten child's toy abandoned in the attic.
And that was why it happened.
Ivy, Riddler and I were at a loss. We wanted to get Crane back, but after that night we were still on edge with the Joker. He never mentioned Crane. I decided, without asking Ivy or Riddler, that I would speak to him about it.
I walked into our bedroom, now awash with colour. Red, green, purple, black. Our colours. It smelled like vanilla, but with a masculine musk.
Jack was in the bathroom shaving. I leaned against the door, rubbing my hands over my bump. He glanced at me through the mirror and smiled, his face coated in shaving cream.
"Hello you."
"Hello."
He sloshed his razor in the sink and continued to shave.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course. Ask away baby."
"Well it's just, we've been thinking about Crane recently-"
"Crane?"
"You know, Jonathan. Scarecrow. Anyway, we feel like something has to be done. I know we can't go, but maybe we could send some men to get him out. We can't just keep living our lives while he suffers in there all alone. He was the one who managed to get us out in the first place, you know?"
"Hmm."
He grabbed a towel and wiped the cream from his face and turned to me, his dark eyebrows raised and a grin on his face. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck, planting a soft kiss on his lips. His hazel eyes looked down on me, warm with love.
"So what do you say? I just thought that it would be a safer move, especially with Batman gone now and-"
But that was it. That was my mistake. That was the day I learned that even the name of his sworn enemy would turn him into a monster.
