-From your POV-

Tonight was finally the night that I would cause the black out and get J out of Arkham. When I told Scott yesterday that we got proposed, he didn't believe me. The news quickly spread and anywhere I went in the house, I could hear murmurs from staffers.

To be honest, I didn't feel that good; I felt kind of tired and had a headache, so I took some cold medicine and kept getting ready. I got in my black armored suit- just like the one J had- and adjusted all the straps. Our suits were essentially the same, except where his said Joker, mine said Overkill. He had bought me another customized one that was Magenta, but tonight I wanted to blend in so I went with the black. When I was finished, I walked out front to where the armored truck was waiting and got in. I had sent for Scotty and some other men to fire at the city's power grid core generator with machine guns and by the time we got to Gotham, it would be pitch black.

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I walked into J's cell and tossed him his black armor. "Nice to see you, doll." he said with a chuckle as he began scrambling to get it on.

"I'll be right back." I said as I pulled my helmet back on and made my way down the hall to the guard's post. I had shot him when I came in, and had taken his keys to get to J first. I then went to the nearest master control panel. I used the keys to unlock all the controls, where I opened all of the cells in the building. I started laughing as a bunch of nutjobs began wandering out of their cells and just then, J came pacing down the hallway fully decked out in his armor.

"C'mon doll. Let's get out of here."

"Don't want to go down with a bang?" I suggest, causing him to flash me a wicked smile. He leans down and kisses me and then we both pull the face coverings back up. "I'll meet you on the roof of this place in an hour, okay?" I tell him. I know he's going to want to terrorize anyone and everyone, but I plan on terrorizing the Bat. We have unfinished business.

I was in the bathroom on my way out when I heard someone in another stall. My helmet was on the counter and I was using a flashlight from my suit to light up the room. Assuming it was one of the female inmates, I just ignored and kept washing my hands and looking at myself. To my surprise, when the stall door opened, it was the nurse I had both times.

She walked over to me and stopped where the next sink was. She was so calm about this; you'd think someone trapped inside of a building literally designed for crazy people would be more panicked during a blackout, but no. "You know, after around 10 years or so, you no longer fear the crazy at all." she says dryly. I nod and turn off the faucet and tear off a paper towel.

"Is that so?" I ask her, patting my hands dry. She nods and looks at me.

"I honestly didn't expect to see you back here."

"Well, it's not like I'm being admitted again." I say.

"Well, yes. But even a mission this dangerous, I never expected it." she says. I tilt my head slightly as my face twists into confusion.

"I'm a career assassin, I do dangerous missions literally everyday." I say to her. Her eyes widen and then soften.

"I thought you would've figure out on your own by now." she says, clicking open her bag and running her fingers through a bunch of beige folders. My eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"What are you talking about?" I ask her. Without saying anything, she finds a small sack of paper and hands it to me.

"Good luck." she says as she dries off her own hands and prepares to leave. "I had discovered this the day you escaped and we couldn't exactly reach you. So, I'm sorry about that." she says sincerely with a small smile of pity before stepping out of the room. I move my furrowed brow from her direction down to the paper.

My eyes scanned over everything; images from my brain scan, vital sign reports, criminal report, diagnosis documents, prescription cards, and then the last part: blood test results. I guess they ran standard blood tests on anyone who came in just to make sure they didn't have anything that needed to be treated or could be spread to other people. Whatever it was, they had everything recorded from BAC to hormone levels.

And that's when I saw it.

Estrogen and Progesterone levels: After first test was run, levels were found to be abnormal as per patient's circumstance, so a second test was conducted for confirmation. Results confirmed patient's hormone levels suggest early stages of pregnancy.

The entire file fell straight out of my hand and papers scattered across the floor. My eyes were wide and I couldn't feel my legs. My entire body went numb and I couldn't move at all because of it.

Pregnancy?

PREGNANCY?!