Shorter than what I usually like to post, but my first day of school is tomorrow and I wanted to get something posted, and since so many of you all wanted to see this updated for so long, I figured why not?

Arkham was is an uproar, not five minutes ago the green eyed teenager who was apparently the Joker's freaking son had left the conference hall. And wasn't that something, the fucking Joker had a kid! And was even married at one point too! If they were being honest most of them never thought the Joker had a point in his life where he wasn't, well, the Joker. To find out that the famed Clown Prince of Crime had once been part of what sounded like a typical family was… weird to say the least.

"Did you know anything about this Harley?" Palma Isley, better known as Poison Ivy asked her friend.

"No…" The blonde whispered, shocked and a little hurt, "I never knew Puddin had a kid, or an ex either." Then she got angry, "What the fuck Puddin!" She yelled over the noise of the other inmates and reporters in the room down to the green haired man, who hadn't looked away from the envelope his son had set on the table since said son had left, "Why didn't you tell me you had a fucking brat?!"

"Be quite Harley." The Joker snapped, making everyone in the room stop speaking at once. It was not his words that shocked them, after all such a phrase was all too common coming from the clown's mouth. No, it was not his words, but his tone that shocked them. There was no madness in it, no rage or insanity, it sounded like… like a parent defending their child. For some reason those who heard him couldn't help but feel that this was far more terrifying.

Joker sighed, eyes never leaving the paper in front of him, "We'll talk about this latter Harleen." Jaws dropped all around, did the Joker just..? "But for now," looking up the mass murderer met the Bat's eyes, "You won't need to worry about me for the rest of the summer Batman. I have more important thing to do than indulge in our little game for a while."

Before the Dark Knight could reply to his enemy's words the man stood up, grabbed the letter and walked back to the door leading to his cell.

"Wait, when did he get out of the straight jacket?" A Clark Kent asked the still silent room.

Before anyone could answer another shout was heard, "What the-! He's gone!" A guard yelled, "Joker escaped again!"

That night the roughs of Gotham sat in their cells the quietest they had ever been during their stays in Arkham thinking over what they had learned that day. The Joker, the most mentally screwed nutcase among them was apparently a widow who had faked his death, abandoned his son, and was from England of all places. Who'd a thunk?

From her cell across from her friend's Poison Ivy watched as Harley Quinn hugged her knees to her chest and burried her face in the between them obviously upset about what had happened.

"Harley?" Ivy called out to the blond breaking the silence that had plagued the villains and gaining their attention, "Harley are you… Okay?" The red head asked weakly knowing her friend was far from 'okay' but not knowing what else to say.

For a moment the jester was silent and the inmates began to think that the she was going to simply spend the night sulking without a word before she finally lifted her head.

"Okay?" Harley asked. "Am I okay?! No Ivy I'm not! That bastard has a fucking brat that he never bothered to fucking tell me about, a fucking wife that he never even mentioned and now he's who knows where and who knows if the bastard's ever even coming back!" She snarled her fury nearly tangible in her words.

Ivy took her friend's words in stride well used to her rants concerning the Jester of Genocide. "Well, I've said it before and I'll say it again you're better off without the shit stain." The plant woman told the blond.

"If I didn't know any better Isley I would think that you were trying to steal my woman." A voice broke in startling all who heard it.

From the shadows a figure came forth revealing a man in his thirties with messy black hair and wearing dark dress pants, a sharply pressed white button up shirt and obsidian rimmed square glasses. His skin was a healthy pale tone free of blemishes and his face set into an angry scowl.

Harvey Dent being the closest to where the man had emerged was the first to recognize him, "Holy shit," he whispered, his shocked voice carrying across the cell block, "Joker? Is that really you?" He asked the man who stood outside his cell.

The brown eyed man gave the scared former judge a brief glance before turning back to face Ivy's cell. "Of course it's me you ugly fuck. What, did you lose half your brain along with your face?" He taunted.

Dent just grunted in reply, "Yeah it's you."

While the rest of her fellow inmates were recovering from their shock Harley smashed her fists against the bullet proof glass of her cell and snarled at the man, "Oh so now I'm your girl you lying bastard?! What about your baby mama huh?!" She demanded.

Joker's head snapped over to his… lover, his face betraying his anger at her words. "What part of me telling you that my ex-wife is long dead did you not understand?" He snarled back.

Usually Harley would back down at this point, her lover's wrath never something she willingly brought on, but not today. Today she was far too angry herself to back down from the clown's own. "If she's so long gone why is it that the first time I ever here about the bitch is from your brat that you also never bothered to fucking mention!?" She demanded, "What else haven't you told me you fucking asshole huh? You got a little bitch to go along with your son?" She yelled at the man.

His scowl deepening the Joker stalked over to his former phycologist's cell, slamming his own fist onto the glass in his rage. "I never mentioned Lily Harleen, because you never asked about who I was before I met the Bat, only about why I hated him, what our next plan was, if I wanted to ride my Harley." He ranted, "But if you're so interested now about who I was then let me tell you you fucking whore." He spat.

"I was born James Potter, heir to the noble house of Potter and its fortunes, my parents died when I was eighteen less than two months after I finished school, I married my school years sweetheart Lily Evens a year later when we were nineteen, when she was twenty we conceived a child- the boy that came here today- a year after he was born a racist fuck that went by Voldemort broke into our home and tortured me before leaving me for dead and going after my wife. He killed her and tried to kill my son but ended up blowing off his own face when he fucked up. I was a broken man, my mind was warped by what Voldemort had done to me, my love was dead and one of my closest friends was revealed to be a traitor. I knew I was in no shape to raise a child so I faked my death and ran, trusting Padfoot to take care of my child in my stead. I came here, to Gotham, to start anew as the broken husk of a man I had become, I cast aside all that I once was, my names, my family, my titles… I became the Joker, giving myself a new face, a new mask to hide behind as I ran like a god damned coward from my past." Joker- James looked away from the blonde's eyes, unable to continue to meet her wide eyed gaze.

"… I thought it was all behind me." He admited, "I never thought I'd see anyone from that time again, that I had buried that life with my first love all those years ago. I thought my son was better off without me…" He nearly cried, "I was wrong" He whispered, "So very wrong."

"Puddin, no, James" Harley- Harleen whispered, "You can't run from your past forever." She told him, "You have to face it, come to terms with who you were then, and who you are now."

"… I know that." He said, looking up to meet her eyes again, "Why do you think I'm here now? You're coming with me." He told her. "Now let's get you out of here, we got shit to do." He smirked, breaking the electronic lock on her cell and setting off the building's alarms. "You too Greenie!" Joker called over to Ivy, "I don't like you and you sure as hell don't like me, but we might need some backup and your face might be usable for a good prank or two while I'm dealing with the fucktards back home!" He cheered breaking open the plant woman's cell as he did Harley's.

"As for the rest of your ugly shits!" He called out to the now screaming inmates of the Asylum, "If you're lucky I'll come back for you shit heads when I feel like stirring up some chaos! But for now! You can all keep Guano-man busy while the girls and I are gone!" He yelled earning a chorus of cheers in response.

Joker nodded, pleased with his kin in madness' responses. "Oh and Harley." The man said turning to face the recently freed woman, "Don't call me James. I told you, it's Joker. HAHAHAH!"

Outside the now blaring Asylum grounds Harry Potter smirked as he watched the guards make their way into the depths of the prisoner cell block. It looked like his father had been worth the effort he put in finding him. Just as he knew he would be.

Like I said not as long as I'd like, but you have no idea how hard writing this fic is, I really like the DC universe so I always feel I'm doing its characters an injustice (HA!) when I write about it.

Anyway, hope you all like it, be sure to tell me what you think and stay tuned because I plan on giving this fic some more attention from now on!

Oh and tell me if you think I should include any other DC characters. I'm placing this in the time-frame where Dick Grayson is just starting to out grow the Robin mantel to he's around 16 along with Harry and Barbara's around 18 and Bruce is... thirty something I guess. I'm thinking about using Barbara as a love interest for Harry as she's one of my favorites, but I'm a big Dick (my absolute favorite comic character)/Babs shipper so I can't decide. What do you guys think?