Disclaimer: I still do not own Batman. Or Starbucks or the Statue Of Liberty...

Bruce eyed the unconscious body of his child captive atop the medal table he had placed him on, with distaste as he removed his cowl and quickly but methodically stripped himself of his bulletproof armor with practiced ease.

Alfred stood quietly at the other end of the table with his hands folded behind his back, eyeing the boy much like Bruce was. Both men secretly hoping for the other to be the first one to break the tense silence that seemed to invite itself in with the boy's presence. The only sounds audible at the moment were the dull clinks and thuds of Bruce removing and putting away his bat armor piece by piece.

Alfred sighed after another few moments of the tense silence, realizing Bruce wasn't going to speak, he gave in. "Did anyone see you?"

"I should hope not." Bruce's reply was quick and slightly tense.

Alfred waited expectantly for him to continue, but when the tension that seemed to be rolling off of Bruce in waves began to grow in volume, he was forced to break the silence once more.

"And what of him?" Alfred motioned towards the sleeping kid Joker,"Was he of any trouble?"

Bruce sighed heavily and rubbed the back of his neck tiredly. "No...no he wasn't, not at all. He didn't fight back actually...didn't even struggle..." The words faded out when Bruce crossed his arm over his chest and took another tense moment of silence to glare calculatingly at the young boy's sleeping form.

Alfred opened his mouth to speak again, but held his breath in quiet surprise when the child suddenly clenched his hand into a tight fist before going limp again, signaling his return into the conscious world.

Reflexively, Bruce's eyes traveled up to gauge the other man's reaction, taking notice of the same look of surprise and uncertainty on Alfred's face that mirrored his own.

"He's waking up..." Bruce turned and began to hastily rummage through the previously thrown about mess of files Lucius had given him for emergencies.

"What do you propose we do now, Sir?" Alfred asked, not taking his eyes off of the boy.

"What I had planned for before I brought him here..where is it?..." Bruce mumbled, still searching through his mountain of paper.

"And that would be?" He asked solemnly, already knowing the answer, just not liking it.

"Ah! Found it..." Bruce returned with a small plastic syringe, no longer than the hand that was holding it, filled with a clear, almost thick looking liquid. "Erase his memories."

Alfred stood in silence with a seemingly endless frown etched onto his face. He watched Bruce flick the syringe a few times and squeeze the bottom, pushing out any unwanted air bubbles before turning the boy's head and placing the tip of the needle to his neck. A determined look on his face.

"Are you sure about this, Master Wayne?" Alfred asked in a last ditch effort to change the man's mind, though knowing his attempt to be pointless when Bruce already began injecting the liquid into the boy's neck.

With new born confidence, Bruce removed the needle and set the syringe in a plastic bag. "As sure as I'll ever be, Alfred." He tried to assure the old man. "Has his room been prepared?"

Alfred withheld a disapproving sigh, seeing the satisfied look in Bruce's eyes, and nodded his head once. "I'll get to it right now, Sir."

"Thanks, Alfred." Bruce gave a small smile and nodded his head once in return. "I want to get The Joker up there as soon as possible."

Alfred raised an eyebrow and gave a tired look. "You mean your son?"

Bruce's confidence faltered for a bit at those words. The Joker...this child...his son...this child Joker, is his son now. "Home sweet home and all that, right?" His joke to try and lighten the awkward revelation came out a bit breathless, even to his own ears.

Alfred gave a knowing look, "I just hope you know what you're getting yourself into, Master Wayne."

Bruce cleared his throat and nodded in hopeful understanding, "Yeah..well," He looked down, with the tiredness of last nights events catching up to him and noticed he was still holding the baggied syringe in his hand. "I'm gunna go take a nap." He tossed the empty syringe on the metal table. "Remind me to burn that later."

Alfred gave a small half smile,"Will do, Sir."

Bruce slid his arms under the Child's small body and tossed his upper half over his shoulder with ease. The boy's limp arms and head bobbed against Bruce's back as he walked off.

"Is that any way to carry your son?" Alfred tisked.

Bruce smiled over his shoulder, "Just get his room all set up please, Alfred. "

"Where are you going?" Alfred called after him.

Bruce called back, "To fill out some paperwork." and walked out, leaving Alfred to his own devices.

He shook his head, he could only see this ending badly for Bruce, not to mention all of Gotham City. Alfred sighed and left to go prepare the boy's new living quarters.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Chapter two, people! :)

I apologize for the shortness of this chapter, with job hunting and school I don't really have enough time to make them any longer. I am currently working on chapter three, but don't expect it to be much longer than this one. You suck...

And I apologize if I suck because of that. Oh! And yes, the kid Joker will have have an official name in the next chapter. Don't make that suck too! I'll be the one that has to live with it.

Any reviews would be like gold to me! :D And just for the record, I'm not a kid.