"…so frankly, they were probably the best Halloween costumes ever," finished the Joker.

"Weren't you and Harley already Batman and Robin for Halloween?" asked Crane, puzzled, as he held Katrina who babbled at Arleen and J.J., but who was kept a safe distance away by her father.

"Yeah, but that was before we had the kiddies," retorted Joker. "And honestly having J.J. as Nightwing and Leenie as Batgirl really completed the whole Bat-family look. And boy, you should have seen everyone emptying their houses of candy when we went out trick-or-treating!" chuckled Joker. "We'll be living off it for weeks!"

"What a fascinating story, Joker, but as I've said, Emilia isn't home," said Crane. "And I certainly didn't ask for your company…"

"Yeah, but it's a pain going all the way home and then coming back," sighed Harley. "You should live closer to the other side of Gotham. That's where all the cool people live."

"Cool people being?" asked Crane.

"If you have to ask, you ain't one!" chuckled Joker.

The door opened at that moment and Emilia entered. "Oh…Joker, Harley, I didn't expect to see you here," she said, surprised.

"The kiddies wanted to see the baby again," said Harley. "And I wanted to see how you were coping with the new feeding techniques."

"Oh…fine, yes," said Emilia, absentmindedly. "In fact, could you watch Katrina for a moment, Harley, while I have a word in private with my husband?" she asked, beckoning Crane into the kitchen.

"What is it, my love?" he asked, handing Katrina to Harley and then following Emilia into the room, shutting the door. "Is something wrong?"

"No, wrong's not the word," she said, playing with her hands nervously. "Just…unexpected, is all."

"What is it?" he asked. "Have the publishers not been cooperative? I thought I'd taught them to trust your judgement, but I can teach them again happily…"

"It's not the publishers," she replied. She cleared her throat. "Um…you remember on Halloween, we…we…had a rather…pleasant end to the evening?"

"I remember it very well," he said, grinning. "I'm sure we can have a repeat performance if you'd like…"

"Well, that's not necessary," she interrupted. "Because the aim of the act has already been accomplished. I'm…pregnant, Jonathan."

He stared at her. "What…again?" he stammered.

She nodded. "I thought we didn't need to worry about…" stammered Crane. "I mean, I thought you weren't meant to be…fertile again for some time?"

"So did I," retorted Emilia. "But apparently one or both of us is particularly sexually potent. And personally I think it's my gorgeous Professor," she whispered, kissing him. "You're not upset, are you?" she asked, hesitantly, drawing away from his stunned face.

"Upset?" he repeated. "That I've fathered another of your perfect children? No, I'm elated, my angel!" he gasped, embracing her. "Are you upset?"

"No," she replied, beaming. "I'm terribly happy about it, actually. I mean, the birthing process wasn't a huge amount of fun the first time around, but at least I'm used to it now."

She grinned. "I just can't wait to tell my football player lover the good news."

"You joke about that one more time, and I'm telling the publishers to reject your book again," he snapped.

"Don't be ridiculous, Jonathan," she retorted. "As if any pathetic football player could bend the laws of nature like my precious Professor," she added, kissing him.

"Oh, I love you, my beautiful wife," he murmured.

"And I you, my incredible husband," she whispered.

They suddenly heard a crash from the other room, and Lenore squawking. "Way to go, kiddies! It's like I always say – it's all fun and games until someone gets hurt, then it's hilarious!"

"Joker, what on earth are you doing?" demanded Crane, emerging from the kitchen.

"Just teaching the kiddies about clay pigeon shooting," said Joker, shrugging and holding a smoking gun. Lenore flew over to Crane, hiding behind him and screeching at Joker.

"With my live raven?" demanded Crane. "He didn't hurt you, did he, my precious?" he cooed, petting the raven who was thankfully unhurt.

Harley was cooing over Katrina, gazing at her adoringly. "Mr. J, do you think we might consider having another baby sometime?" she asked, hopefully.

"Absolutely not," retorted Joker. "Ain't the kiddy winks enough of a handful already?"

"I just miss having a baby around," sighed Harley, kissing Katrina. Emilia took the baby back from her, smiling.

"Well, you're welcome to help take care of Katrina anytime, Harley, since we're going to have our hands very full very soon," she said.

"Oh yeah?" asked Harley.

"Yes," said Emilia, smiling at Crane. "I'm pregnant again."

"Again?" repeated Harley. "I didn't know that could happen that fast!"

"Apparently it's very unusual – it only happens to particularly fertile couples," said Emilia, beaming.

"Well, congratulations to both of you!" said Harley, sincerely.

"Yeah, congrats, Johnny!" chuckled Joker. "You got yet another screaming bundle of crap and vomit on the way – way to go!"

"I'm really looking forward to our second child, actually," retorted Crane. "As I was to our first."

"Good for you, Johnny," said Harley, nodding. "At least he's excited. Some men had to have their arm twisted to have even one kiddy!" she snapped, rounding on Joker. "Why can't you be more supportive of my desires, huh, Mr. J?! Johnny's being a good sport about having another baby – why can't you?!"

Joker said nothing. "Johnny, can I see you in private again for a second?" he asked.

"No," retorted Crane. "Just resist the urge to punch me in the face for being a good husband, and work on your relationship instead."

"Don't tell me what to do!" snapped Joker. "Just who the hell do you think you are?!"

"Thankfully not your creator," muttered Crane, taking Katrina from his wife. "Are you ready for a little brother or sister, my love?" he cooed.

"Whether she's ready or not, her little brother or sister is coming," retorted Emilia, taking his hand and placing it over hers on her belly.

"Yes, they are," sighed Crane, embracing his family happily. "I am so very lucky they are."

The End