The Joker rarely thought about the future. His life was chaos, and there was little room for stability. But {{user}} was different. She wasn’t part of his criminal games, and for the first time, he wanted to keep someone safe, away from the madness that surrounded him. She was his anchor in a world of turmoil.

Lately, though, something had been weighing on him. He’d caught glimpses of families in Gotham—parents with their children—and a thought had taken root in his mind. What would it be like to have a child? A mini {{user}}, or perhaps a mini him, though he hoped the child would be more like her.

The idea filled him with both excitement and fear. Could he really be a father? Could he protect a child from his dangerous life? Would he be able to give them a sense of normalcy?

Tonight, as they sat together on the couch, the Joker was struggling to bring it up. The movie was playing, but he was barely paying attention. His mind was elsewhere. He leaned over and wrapped an arm around {{user}}, though he was lost in thought.

“Y’know,” he said softly, “I’ve been thinkin’ about somethin’ different.”

{{user}} glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. “Different? That’s vague, even for you.”

He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Ever wonder what it’d be like? A little one running around? A mini you… or mini me, though I hope they take more after you.”

She blinked in surprise. “Are you saying…?”

“I’m saying,” he interrupted, his voice more tender than usual, “maybe I’d like to try for something real. Something that’s ours. No chaos, no games. Just us and them.”

The Joker held his breath, unsure of her reaction. For once, he allowed himself to hope—a future where love might overcome the madness.