Epilogue

Grief is such a weird emotion to grasp in the grand scheme of things. But, there's still those five steps.

Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and finally . . . Acceptance.

But some of us never go through steps 1-4, mainly because we don't murder the people we're grieving over.

The Joker had skipped right to acceptance. He was happier, cheerful even. But his significant other was currently in depression, his employee hadn't made it past bargaining before he attempted to kill himself in Arkham. His daughter was still in denial, and no one could pin point where exactly the deceased woman's son stood in his grieving, simply because he hadn't spoken a word since she'd died.

But that didn't affect J very much. Sure, he worried. But the relief of not having someone constantly interfering in his relationship was worth having Harley angry at him.

He got up from his desk and went to check on her, to find she was still curled up in the bed, staring at the ceiling.

He sighed and got into the bed with her, pulling her to him. She didn't resist him, wrapping her arm around his waist.

"I miss her." She mumbled and he nodded gently.

"I know you do. And you'll continue to miss her. But it was best, Harley." He explained to her.

"The babies are giving me hell today." She looked down at her growing belly and he chuckled. "I'm miserable. I don't wanna be, but I am." She admitted to him and he raised a brow. "Vinny's still not speakin' and Lucy keeps drawing her pictures to give to her aunt when she 'comes back from her trip'." She told him.

"I'll talk to her soon." He told her and she sighed.

"Already tried, it's not use. Our family is fallin' apart. Nathan's killed those six guys and he's gone. Johnny's not even mentally there anymore and I heard Jason left to go back to The Middle East."

"Let them do what they want. They're not my problems anymore." He whispered, pressing a kiss to her soft lips.

"I want some water." She hummed and sat up.

"I'll get you some—"

"—No I can get it." She stood and headed down the stairs.

As she fished for a glass in the kitchen, someone knocked on the door.

She grabbed her pistol from the top of the fridge and pulled the hammer back before cautiously walking to the door.

She opened it slowly, and dropped her gun when she saw who was on the other side.

"You . . . " tears came to her eyes and she gasped for breath.

She didn't want an explanation as to how the woman standing in front of her was alive, she'd hear about it later.

All she needed was to be held by someone she knew was hurting as badly as she was and she choked out a sob before wrapping her arms as tightly as she could, around Esther.

END OF FOURTH BOOK

Esther's the only person that's coming back – no one else, promise.

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