I woke up on my bed with the world spinning.
"Harley you passed out for a while there, are you okay?" Riddler asked.
"Where...where is she? You didn't bury her yet, did you? No not yet!"
"No, not yet Harley we haven't. But...there's something..."
"Harley, you need to push now!" Ivy instructed.
"What? But...but I just...I just pushed-"
"You need to do it again."
Confused and scared, I did as I was told. The same pain as before. And suddenly the room was full of the cries of a newborn.
"Shh, shh, it's alright," Ivy said in a hushed voice.
She passed the baby into my arms.
"Here," she smiled.
I looked down to see another baby. A boy. He scrunched his nose suddenly and stopped crying. I looked to Riddler for help.
"Twins, Harley. You had twins."
Shocked, I stared down at the other baby and suddenly felt very nauseous.
"E...Edward, is it possible that...ehm...that-"
"That one baby is Joker's and the other-"
"Guy!" Ivy blurted. She covered her mouth in shock.
"Ivy, please let me see her. I dreamt it all, didn't I? I haven't seen her yet, have I?"
"No Harley, you passed out right as I held her in my arms. I tried so hard to...oh, but she just wouldn't breathe."
"Let me see her."
Ivy brought over another bundle and I sat with one baby on each thigh, my knees bent to support them.
"Twins," I whispered.
"This one's a little miracle," Riddler said, stroking the boy's head gently.
"He's not Jack's."
"Harley, you can't know that for sure."
"I know. I can feel it. He's not Jack's baby."
Riddler sighed and shook his head, leaning back in his chair.
I looked at the other child, my fragile little girl with her eyes closed as they would be forever. She was so beautiful. I could imagine her growing up, singing to her, braiding her hair. Except I wouldn't be able to.
So I looked to my son, a beautiful baby boy with the same dark hair as his sister, but my blue eyes. No, Guy's blue eyes, clearer and more like the ocean than the sky. He cooed and wriggled around.
"He needs cleaned," I sniffled, suddenly realising I was crying in silence.
Ivy took him from me and into the bathroom. I heard her turn on the taps for the bath. I lay on my side with the other baby next to me.
"Carmen," I whispered into her tiny ear, "please come back to me. Please. It can't end when it hasn't even begun."
She lay motionless. I willed her tiny chest to start moving up and down, but nothing. Gently, I opened one of her eyes with my pinky. They were the same as her father's; a deep yet soft hazel.
I felt lost. Our bond had started the minute I felt her. I never felt this boy inside me, not for a moment. But he was still mine, and now I had to protect him. What would Jack say? Of more concern, what would he do?
Ivy returned with the baby and I sat up again, swapping him for Carmen.
"What will you call him?" she asked, cradling Carmen as if she was alive.
