So just gonna jump right in, haha. I stayed up all night just to post just for y'all because you guys have patiently waited so long. Kudos! :D

Pain seared through her abdomen and she fell to the floor, clenching at her body and heaving. Though her eyes were blurry she could still see Jason's eyes. They were on fire; she'd never seen them so alive. "What the hell are you doing?" he roared, grabbing her by her shoulders and lifting her clean off her feet. The kick to her stomach had sent her reeling and she could barely grasp the world around her. He tossed her to the bed and climbed on top of her, holding her face between his hands. Her tears were wetting his palms. "I fall asleep for just a moment and you go suicidal? What's wrong with you, huh? Talk to me," he pleaded.

She swallowed and glared at him through teary, fiery eyes. "I need answers, Todd," she said through clenched teeth, "I fucking need answers." Jason growled in frustration and pinned her to the mattress. "Answers to what, dammit?" he yelled, feeling anger again build in his core. She screamed and writhed beneath him. "Get off of me, you ass!" She wanted to say she hated him but she knew she'd just be lying. But that didn't mean he knew.

"I hate you, Jason," she snarled.

The words were unexpected and cut through him like a knife. What had he done in a mere matter of hours that could make her feel in such a way? He released her and she quickly sprung up and darted to the gun lying on the floor. She pulled it on him again. "I thought you said you'd kill me if I pulled one on you again? What happened to that, huh?" She was nearly in hysterics. That whirlwind was no longer brewing but going full force and mucking shit up inside. Jason sat on the edge of the bed placidly, his hands dangling between his knees. His head was hung low as he tried to grasp the events of the passing night.

"You hate me. You hate me?" he said slowly to himself over and over, as if he had not heard correctly. It all seemed surreal to him.

He placed his hands on his knees then rose. He began to walk across the room towards her. He stood so close that Lillie could only see his broad chest even if she looked up. She could hear the rumble in his chest build as he spoke. "You hate me? Well I hate me too! Are you fucking happy now?" he blasted. Lillie shuddered and realized her whole being was trembling. He stood there a while longer before walking away and sitting on the edge of the bed again. Her eyes were fixed on the floor and she actually felt… fear? She let the gun drop from her hand.

"Jason… Believe me, I didn't mean that. I feel quite the opposite. Really and honestly," she spoke slowly, carefully picking her words. "But I need answers, Jason. Answers I know only you can give me. And if you don't, then one of us dies."

Jason looked up at her, peering at her intensely. He could see how this (whatever this was) was affecting her. He no longer saw that sexy vixen of a woman, but a scared and confused little girl. She was standing with her head hung, ashamed and still reeling. Adrenaline was pumping so hard through her bloodstream that her temples thumped and her head felt like it was pulsating. She was feeling this more than he was. She was in need and Jason was there. He outstretched his hand to her, an offer to safety, protection, reality… the truth. She stared at him incredulously, then cautiously proceeded toward him. She walked carefully, one foot in front of the other. She took his hand and sat on his lap, tucking her head under his chin. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly, burrowing his face in her hair. He needed this just as much as she.

She was now contemplating whether it was worth it now. She'd come so far, gotten him right where she wanted him, but you're not supposed to fall for your target. She couldn't just let it go. This was not some petty misunderstanding you could just sweep under the rug. But was he really to blame? Didn't they both have it equally rough? Yes, but that didn't change a thing. She wanted to know. Didn't she deserve that?

"Your father worked for Two-Face. Your father was one of the men who killed my parents. I wish to find him and kill him. Over the years I have tracked down all the men and killed them all. Your father is the only one who eludes me. Jason, you must understand. He simply must die. It's only fair and I won't give up until his blood stains my clothes and skin, just as theirs stained his," she declared.

Jason shifted her from his lap and stood. He began to walk across the dirty floor, hands clasped contemplatively behind his back. "My dad disappeared years ago. I couldn't tell you where he was even if I wanted to. And don't believe I do. You see, he's my old man. And even though he left me as a boy all those years ago, he's still and always will be my old man. I can't excuse what he did, or bring back the dead. But I'm sorry. I simply do not know where he is. I imagine he's living the life somewhere. I bet he doesn't even remember his kid or that druggie wife of his. It's just a hunch but I pretty sure I'm right."

Lillie crossed her legs, and leaned back on her elbows. "Got a cig?" she asked. Jason retrieved a half-empty carton of cigarettes from his pocket and tossed it to her. She caught them expertly and stuck one in her mouth. She held her hand out for the lighter, which Jason, too, tossed to her. She lit it and took a long drawn out puff. She released the smoke into the air and reclined on the bed. She was now imagining the moment where she'd have her revenge, when retribution would be finally reached. She would make him beg and plead, grovel and crawl, cry and feel the fear that she had been harboring as an orphaned child. Yes, he'd die slow and painfully. She would draw it out to a torturous length and even then she would stop there. She'd make him wish he was dead first. Ha, maybe she'd even make him kill himself. A smile crept across her face.

"Hey, Lil?" Jason called.

"Yes?" Lil answered.

"Two-Face was the man you killed, right? Isn't that what you said?"

"Yes. Right between the eyes. Killed him dead," she boasted.

Jason was silent.

Then he spoke:

"Lillie, Two-Face isn't dead. You killed a double."

She bolted upright. "What?" she asked, incredulous. Did he really just say what she thought he said? No, there was no way. Two-Face was undoubtedly dead.

Jason was now looking at her from beneath his brow. "Two-Face is very much alive. I can prove it. Duela has mentioned him over the years, and if there is anyone who knows where he is, it's her. She couldn't just let him disappear. He's essentially her lifeline. Find her, find him."

Lillie's face drained. What she knew was not what she knew. Everything now was just a lie. And that name. Duela? It rang a bell but only faintly. Two-Face was her lifeline, so they were close, right? Mistress, maybe? She began to conjure images of past memories in Two-Face's lush mansion. Then it hit her. Duela was the little girl who also dwelled there – his daughter. Yes, it was clearer now. She and Duela had never really associated, and in a way, she was just like Lillie. Or maybe Lillie was just like her? After all, Two-Face did want twins and Duela had red hair just like hers.

So now she just needed to find Duela, and Jason knew just where to go.

Her hand was trembling as she drew the last of her cigarette. So much to do. Her plans were now rapidly changing.

"Jason?"

"Yes?"

"You have to take me to her. Will you?"

Jason was silent for a moment before answering.

"Of course, I will. I have some unfinished business with her as well."

Dawn was beginning to peak over the horizon and filter in through the window. The room took on a light blue hue and everything glowed lazily. Jason was tired and so was Lillie. He went to the bed and lied down beside Lil. She lied down next to him, resting her head on his chest. Things would come together and they could revel in the glory together. She would would kill the man who ordered the death of her parents and kept her love's father away from him for far too long. She had just closed her eyes and begun to drift when Jason spoke. "Why did you find me?" he asked. Lillie yawned. "Honestly, I just knew deep down that you were the key to my vengeance. That I could get all I wanted for you. I had decided that I'd kill you if you proved useless, but you've proven your worth in more than just a few ways. My thoughts and feelings have taken a 180. I don't feel the way I did when I first thought of this scheme. I feel so different now. You have to believe that."

She wanted to close with an "I love you," but settled for kissing his lips and falling asleep on his chest with his arms wrapped soundly around her.

So that was Chapter Four.

Let me explain a little about this first before you review or get confused.

I used Duela as Two-Face's daughter as she is originally depicted. If you follow her storyline you'll see that she claims to be the offspring of many, many of Batman's finest villains. Why, I don't know, haha.

But in this case, Duela Dent is Harvey Dent's daughter. Got it? Good. :D

Now get over here and hug me, you silly! (^~^)