"Could you stop giggling this is not funny!" Joyce shouted at me while kicking my leg, the pain only fuelling my laughter which resulted in me getting another kick. Now you must be wondering- what happened? Why is this Joyce person such an abusive c*nt? Well for that we'd have to rewind a little.

8:30 AM; a regular day starts for me, myself and I.

Who am I you wonder? Well let's just say that my real name is hard to pronounce for Americans so in Gotham I stick to Lilly…You know Lilith? No? First wife of Adam and such…. Really?! look it up!

Anyways I go By Lilly, I have short Hair, which I had recently dyed into a midnight blue shade(though yesterday I had also bleached my tips and made them apple green). Needless to say, my colleagues at work weren't too fond of my vibrant hair colour.

I'm just your average chicka, about 178 cm tall, which is I don't know how many Ft since I don't give a shit. Height isn't everything, I believe in personalities, which gets me into a lot of trouble since I hate bullshitters.

Now don't get me wrong I do tell a little white lie every once and a while, however I HATE excuses, I Hate people who cannot say " Gurl your hair is ugly" in your face and do it behind your back instead. Those are the people I HATE. After all, stand for your opinion, and take a hit or two while you're at it!

No? Well okay maybe I should not talk about violence.

Anyways, around 9 Am my work starts, so at that point I had entered the building, got a cup of hot chocolate, greeted a few nasty people and sat down at my little desk. Snug and comfy and full of my art. And so were the walls. And the floor…and….Well let's just say when I get artsy I stick it up wherever there is space.

That morning was a regular day in my books, sitting down, scribbling and doodling away for a fashion magazine before suddenly everything went quiet….Too quiet…

You see, I might be new around Gotham's fashion drawing board, however I wasn't stupid.

So what would you do, when normally the halls would be filled with chatter, machines would be printing and people on high heels would be walking around like morons, but now it was deathly silent? As if in, you could hear a needle fall somewhere.

Whelp, I had two options. Option one was to stay in my office and ignore EVERYTHING, option two would be to check it out or to hide under my desk….Fuck those were 3 options weren't it? Ugh, Have I told you yet I suck at Math?

Anyways I decided to listen first, and then slowly I creeped towards my door. I get this small adrenaline rush- I heard Gotham was pretty dangerous, but I had only been around for two weeks! Surl-

Amidst my pondering the door got pulled open right in front of my face.

And oh my god a screamed like a little girl.

And then I laughed, hard…

Yup, and all of this while in front of someone whom I knew would be trouble. So far I had only heard rumours and had taken it upon myself to ' ahem' research the subject a bit. But here he stood all his arrogant glory.

The Joker.

Thankfully my laughing fit didn't take very long, however what would happen next? Should I talk? Was I going to get shot for laughing?

Oh my god it would be a short story if I did! HA HA!

But no instead I saw he head the tiniest of smiles of his own, before he covered his mouth with his hand, where a tattoo of a smile resided " Man, That is awesome!" I said, giddy and probably in for some trouble for even speaking to him in such a matter.

Remember when I loved honest people? Yeah I think I count as one of those, but I also do not have a filter….Like…EVER…

"Ahhh, and who might you be? You weren't on the list…?" He said, though I could feel the question hanging in the air. Oh shit is about to go down…

What would you do? Would you lie? Would you tell the truth?

HA! You know my answer to this already!

" Ahh~ That might be because I'm new in town? I've only been in Gotham for about two weeks now? Nothing special rea- What are you doing?" He had smoothly walked past me and onto a few drawings, his hands pulling a few of my designs down. Now don't get me wrong, I draw clothes for a living, but most of my drawings are made up of 'scary' monster doodles.

So why did he just take one of those down?

Is he taking an interest in those or is he just going to hide his gun behind those papers ad fire a bullet through my-

"AH!" I yelped out, a bit startled when he was suddenly holding both of my shoulders in his hand, And having his gun pressing painfully in my shoulder bone thingy…

"Do you know what is happening ah?" "Lilly" " Lilly?" he asked, grinning at me with his…are those grills?

" Oh Merlin's beard this is awesome!"

"Shit I said that out loud didn't I?" Did I really though? Either way he seemed amused. Unfortunately, not amused enough to let me stay conscious as the next thing I knew a painful blow was added somewhere near my neck or head.

Hey you try to tell the difference when you're trying to not freak out!

Either way, this was the time where the world went black….and I came back to…well me and Joyce being locked up together in a room, with one more person whose name I keep forgetting.

Note to self: I suck at names and faces…I should REALLY work on that!

Anyways, when I came too everything was hurting, and those two others…Joyce and uhhh…? No idea what his name was, were bickering about how messed up this was and how they were going to die.

You might not find this funny, but I do, you see whenever I hurt, or whenever I see people in pain or frightened I cannot help but laugh!...Unfortunately others do not see it as a good thing….Reminds me as to why people tell me to go see a shrink so often…Ha Ha!

And this brings us back to my predicament, Joyce being angry at me and the guy trying to solve the mess we were in. Honestly, how did they think they could win this? He had henchmen, an unless one of them had like super-duper awesome powers none of us were getting out of here.

After my fit of giggles and laughs I looked around a bit. Plain mustard yellow room, one closet, and a lot of pipes going up and down (probably from the heater). Looking at my cuffs I noticed they were attached to said pipes, and so were the others….

Oh…is that a crack I see in my pipe?

I looked closely and sure enough there was one.

Escape or no escape? That is the question….Okay let's not be stupid, escaping would be stupid…Maybe he was just finding some friends or designers or-

" You, up" I gaped a bit when I once again was pulled out of my musings before doing as I was told. The guy seemed to have never heard of a shave, however he was buff and seemed of the loyal kind…Not extremely smart but tough…But still a softy…

Ugh, I know I suck at explaining people! Give me a break!

A few minutes tugs and pulls later my cuffs were removed and I was pulled along by this man. I was almost magic how I manged to shut up almost instantly. Though I did feel like giggling every once in a while, or to make a joke, but I didn't. Instead I followed and ended up in some sort of office?

Neatly arranged, very posh and purple…With Joker and…Oh wait I knew who she was! The harlequeen!...no wait Harlequin…Harley! That's who she was.

I smiled when I saw them, I actually smiled, and even they seemed to be taken back by that, though they returned it soon enough, Joker with his hand tattoo, which I still find awesome, and Harley with her giggles.

"So, Puddin' has been telling me you design clothes, and I need some" She started off, to which the Joker pushed her off the table " Not now Harley, we first have to find out why this little flower has ben…ah… Lying to me"

Oh crap…did I lie? Where? When?

Thankfully that got explained quickly whilst he started to slowly, Might I add dangerously? Towards me " You, didn't give me your real name…did you think I wouldn't find out?!" His voice rang with so much malice and anger…Was he trying to skin me with his words?

Ugh I don't get intimidated easily…but he does give me tingles…

"Lilly is my nickname, my real name Is something Americans can't pronounce, but if you must know is Jester without the J" To which I quickly added " And my last name is German sooo….Again pronunciation it would be better for me to write id down"

He stared at me and I nervously smiled back.

OH shit oh shit oh SHIT am I going to die? I surely hope not, Stupid European names being difficult grr!