-BRUCES POV-
It was the next day.
I asked if I could keep the bullet, even though it was the thing what killed Harleen.
It didn't make sense though...why would Joker kill his creation? Why were they at ACE? Did he help her escape from Arkham in the first place?
He infuriated me.
I was currently waiting for assistance in the hospital. I was planning to speak to the mysterious woman who was found stabbed outside ACE two weeks ago.
"Mr Wayne, isn't it?" I heard a voice say behind me.
I turned and saw a woman with blonde hair- she looked like a nurse, but I recognised her straight away.
She used to be the receptionist at my building.
"Liz!" I smiled weakly, lightly embracing her "I didn't know you were a nurse?"
"Me neither until I passed medical school" she joked "so what brings you here Mr Wayne?"
"Please, call me Bruce" I warmed "I'm here because I wish to speak to a patient- maybe you could help me?"
"I could try" Liz grinned, straightening out her uniform "what's the patients name?"
I paused for a moment, thinking of my next words.
"I...well...you see, I don't actually know"
She furrowed her brows, then let out an awkward chuckle.
"You're not giving me much to work with here, Bruce"
"I know, I know...its just the police have left her name secret- confidentiality and such" I explained
"Police?" Liz questioned.
I nodded.
"Yes...she was stabbed? Three times i'm aware"
"Ah, yes" she said "I know who you mean, I'm her nurse. I was actually just getting her some water"
"Really? Could I speak to her?"
"I...I don't know" she whispered "why do you want to speak to her?"
"I need to know what she saw the night she was stabbed...its a personal thing"
"Oh, okay....well I would have to ask her"
I agreed, and waited further as I watched Liz go back from where she came.
-IVYS POV-
My breathing was becoming slower over the days.
My skin becoming paler, my bones becoming visible.
My eyes becoming more darker around the edges.
I was slowly being destroyed by my mind.
I was depressed, and I couldn't fix it.
Everyday I would wake up to expect Joker beside me. He would usually be topless with his tattooed chest exposed.
I would always wake up first, then I cuddled up to him, he would then wake up.
We would talk for hours after.
But all that was taken away from me.
Now, i woke up in a cold, dark room with wires sticking out of my arms, unable to move.
I wondered how he was doing...
Is he stable? Has he moved on?
Now that I had lost my unborn daughter, I started questioning if Joker would leave me too- it would make sense.
I was weak, especially now.
I was distracted from my thoughts as the door opened revealing Liz, my nurse.
"Ivy, you're awake" she gave a half smile.
"Yay" I said unenthusiastically.
"Don't be like that"
I simply rolled my eyes.
She turned to me and smiled again.
"You have a visitor"
I looked up and widened my eyes.
I instantly thought of Joker, but I knew that would be impossible.
"Wh...who?"
"His name is Mr Wayne, he just wants to ask you some questions"
"No" I replied instantly.
My body became shaky and tense.
I knew police were involved, but Bruce?
"But Ivy, he's a friendly man" she tried to reason "in fact, I know him very well"
"Me too" I thought, but I decided not to say that out loud.
Instead, I didn't reply.
"I take the silence as a no then..." She said awkwardly, opening the door to leave again.
I nodded, shooting her a glare.
Then she exited the room.
Why was Bruce here?...surely he doesn't know it's me, the police said they would keep my identity a secret.
My thoughts about Bruce were distracted by overwhelming thoughts of Joker.
He was all I ever thought about in this place.
It was the only thing what kept me...some what sane.
I missed his scent, his touch, his warmth, his kiss.
I just wanted him. I needed support.
-JOKERS POV-
It was all over the news.
"Pregnant woman stabbed outside of ACE chemical plant"
It angered me how all these stupid people were reporting on her fatal misfortune.
I wanted to kill them all...
Over the past couple of days, Frost and I have been devising a little plan.
The plan was to get Frost into the hospital, say he is one of Ivy's relatives and see her.
He would then tell her some information...
I was currently in my bedroom, sat at my desk writing a letter.
As I signed it, I got up from the chair.
I began to walk to the bed, but tripped over slightly on an object laying on the floor.
I looked down, and I had tripped over one of Ivy's heels.
They were her favourites. She always looked so stunning in them.
I closed my eyes and sighed, then carried on walking.
Once at my bed, I got in between the cold covers slowly.
The whole mansion was quiet. You could hear a pin drop due to the intense silent.
I rolled over and faced Ivy's side of the bed.
It was cold.
The t-shirt what she slept in was peeking out from under her pillow.
I brought my hand up to it, and felt the soft fabric between my fingers.
The sudden touch reminded me of the mornings.
She would always wake up first, then she would trace my tattoos with her fingertips- causing me to wake up.
I looked around the dark, empty room.
Silence filling my ears.
Arguing, fights, play fights, cuddling, sex.
It all happened in this room. But now it was silent.
I managed to close my eyes and steady my breathing. I was tired, but I didn't feel like sleeping, especially not now.
Finally, I felt myself slip into unconsciousness.
The cold bedsheets surrounding me, and the scan of my unborn child rested under my pillow.