A/N: I'm so sorry for the wait, you guys...I've been getting ready to go back to college and I move in this Saturday so things have been kind of hectic...I'm sorry this is so short but I wanted to get an update in before this weekend...hopefully I'll get another one in soon too but I just ask you all to be patient...let me know what you think of our lovely OFC, polite criticism and warm encouragement are always welcome and I swear we'll see everyone's favorite madman in the next update.
Disclaimer: obviously I don't own Batman, or the Joker, or Gotham...Tiger Lily is mine, though, for as much as she's worth...
I woke the next morning to a loud purring in my ear. Had my sleep-fogged brain had the time to hope last night had merely been a dream, it would have been quickly dashed by the tabby sitting on my pillow. Even with the cat being there I could have perhaps rationalized that I had imagined the Joker part, if not for the playing card sticking out from beneath her paw. Scrawled across the top of the Joker card in black sharpie were the words I'll see you soon. Talk about something to wake up to.
I didn't really remember much of the night before beyond having (stupidly) gotten into his car. Concentrating hard, I eventually recalled drinking from a water bottle he had pressed in my hand while driving to my house. From there it was all foggy, like when you become so tired you're only functioning on auto-drive.
Finally stretching and getting out of bed I made my way down to the kitchen with the tabby at my heels, in search of something to wash out the bitter taste in my mouth that I had awoken with. That thought sent my body jolting into a sudden halt, quickly wiping all residual sleep from my brain. Bitter taste? Why that son of a bitch had drugged me! And me, a chemical whiz kid, hadn't even considered the idea. Like an innocent kitten I had just taken his offered drink without the slightest hesitation. He could have easily killed me. Hell, for all I knew he could have raped me while I was passed out. With a small shudder I continued my path to the kitchen. I gargled orange juice for about ten minutes, overpowering one taste with another while my mind ran over all the reasons he could have possibly drugged me.
As I dressed for the day, the realization that he had drugged me was slowly turning into a powerful case of righteous fury. How dare he. Did he know who he was messing with? I was the go-to gal for weapons of quiet, but complete, destruction. If I found out he had done anything to me while I was passed out, I would make his life a living hell, for as short of a time he would remain alive in the face of my fury. Oh, yes. I'd make that bastard pay… With thoughts of revenge in the forefront of my mind, I retreated to my workshop, cat at my heels. Of course, I never took into consideration how my heart might betray me when I was once again face-to-face with the Joker…
Hello. My name is Lily Gardener. I am a woman capable of creating horrible weapons. I am only half-sane. I am in love with the Joker. And I am furious.