Well because a lot of people wanted me to do a sequel, here it is. I hope it's to your liking and if you guys have ideas, don't hesitate to send them to me (credit will be given). Again, please don't flame and enjoy the story.

The small dark headed girl giggled as she ran through the flower behind her house. The house wasn't really surrounded by others, but the neighborhood was nice and everyone was friendly in their own way.

"Iris!" called her brother. She gasped realizing that she'll get caught. She ran to a bush nearby and hid quietly. I don't want to be it, she thought stubbornly. When she saw her brother get nearer to the bushes, she stepped back and scratched her elbow on one of the branches. She was about to yelp in pain, but someone covered her mouth.

Iris turned and saw a man covering her mouth. Her heart started pumping fast wondering what this man wanted. He put his finger to his face as if to silence her. She noticed the scars along his mouth, but that didn't frighten her. However, his eyes were dark and looked like they've seen a lot. Good and bad.

The man pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and tied it around her arm where the scratch was. He looked at her one more time, this time examining her as if he knew who she was. He gave her a tiny smile and left, leaving her dumbfounded.

"Iris!" said Taylor. "Who was that man? Did he hurt you?" he said, examining the cut.

"No, I scratch myself with one of the branches from the bush and he put the hankachive on me," she explained.

Taylor smiled. "Hand-ker-chief," he spelled out for her. She was eight minutes older than him, but he was always protective of her and looked after her.

"Right," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Come on, Iris. Momma would want to know about this," he said, taking into her inside the house. Iris looked back to see if she could see the man, but it looked like he was long gone.

"Momma!" yelled Taylor.

Kayla looked up from her tailoring and smiled seeing the kids. "Hi, I thought you were playing outside," she said, giving them each a kiss on the forehead. Her smiled disappeared when she saw the cloth on Iris' arm. "What happened, Iris?"

"Me and Taylor were playing hide and seek and I didn't want to be it, so I hide and I scraped myself with one of the bushes, Momma," she said. Kayla frowned when she uncovered the handkerchief. She softly blew making Iris giggle. "Kiss it!" Kayla laughed and kissed it, ticking her while at it. She grabbed Taylor and started ticking him too. He giggled until his face turned red.

Her laughter slowly died seeing the cloth closer. She remembered it when as it was yesterday. I told you to stop crying, echoed in her ear. So many tears were wiped on that handkerchief oh so long ago.

"Iris, w-where did you get this?" she asked.

"From a man," she said softly. She knew that her mother would be mad. She has always been told not to talk to strangers.

"What man?" asked Kayla, anxiously. She looked at Taylor, but he looked just as guilty.

Iris bit her lip. "I don't know, Momma. He didn't say his name. Please don't be mad at me," she said, tearfully.

Kayla sighed and picked up her daughter, hugging her. "It's OK, Iris. Just be careful. Remember what I told you, babe."

"Don't talk to stranjas," she said.

Kayla scrunched her nose and smiled. "Close enough. Do you guys want lunch?" she asked. Both children nodded. "Alright, but let's get this cut cleaned off now, Iris," she said smiling before taking them to the kitchen.

Kayla sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror. Five years have gone by and not once could she identify herself. A mom was all she saw. She didn't see a woman, she didn't see a lover, she didn't see a housewife. All she wanted was to have a normal life. She did the best she could so they could have a normal childhood and after five years, she was sure to have no complexities.

"Why did he have to show up now?" she said to herself. Her hands crept across her mirror table and reached for handkerchief. The scrape that Iris got wasn't as bad as to bleed. She slowly smelled and it was what she thought.

"It smells like him." Kayla slammed it down to the table. "It smells just like him."

"Momma said that I shouldn't talk to strangers," said Iris, looking down.

The man touched her chin, making her look at him. "My name's Mr. J," he said, smiling.

The little girl gave him a look and smiled back. "I'm Iris," she said, shyly.

"Well then I guess we're not strangers anymore now are we?" he said, cleverly.

Iris giggled. "I guess not."

The Joker looked around. "Where's your brother?" he asked.

"He's helping Momma do her curtains," she said, sitting down the bench next to him.

He sighed when she mentioned her mother. "Curtains? For what?"

"Momma says she goes from house to house selling curtains to these rich people in Goth-am," she explained. "Most of them are friends with Uncle Bruce, but I think that he's only friends with them for… 'social events' like Momma says."

"What is your Uncle Bruce to you?" he asked.

The Joker saw Iris bite her lip. She inherited it from her, he thought. "Momma says that he's my godfather, but he's like a daddy to me," she said smiling. The Joker looked away from her in anger. He gripped the seat of the bench until his knuckles turned white. "Mr. J, are you alright?"

He slowly let go of the seat, loosening the fingers of the seat. He turned his head and forced a smile. "Yeah," he said.

"Iris!"

She smiled. "Momma is calling me," she said, looking towards the house. "Hey maybe you can have… lunch with us." But the Joker wasn't there anymore. "Mr. J?" she called looking around. "Mr. J?!"

"Iris, who are you talking to?" asked Kayla.

"Mr. J, Momma," said Iris, still looking around.

Kayla frowned when she saw Iris look under the bench. "Iris, get off the ground. It's filthy!" she said, pulling Iris to her feet.

"But Mr.…"

"No buts," said Kayla. "Now come on. Let's give you a bath."

Kayla tossed and turned in her bed. She had her hands by the side of her head, gripping the pillow tightly. Her dream or nightmare was a menace. It frightened her, but she didn't have the courage to open her eyes. She heard his laugh, his giggles. He returned to wear his mask: the blacks mixed with the whites, the whites mixed with the reds. He grinned from ear to ear, his scars stretching.

His tongue was twitching out of his mouth as he pointed his dagger to her chin. She could almost feel the blade on her neck. His face hovered hers, his lips near hers. Her whole body froze has he kissed her. He caressed her breasts as he continued to kiss her.

She wanted to kiss back, really she did, but her body didn't move. Her nervous system might have been down for the moment. He cupped her bottom, pressing her close to his pelvis. How she would have loved for him to take her, but her prayers weren't answered.

The body soon turned to cold air and she was could feel sweat on her forehead. "Keep a close watch on the kids, Kitty," he said as she felt his breath in her ear.

Kayla's eyes instantly flashed open. She panted and sat up, looking around, but she was alone. She could hear the AC and the crickets outside, but no other movement could be heard. She sighed as she ran a hand through her hair. She groaned and lay back down. She was going to have a hard time falling asleep again.

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