Hey! Sorry if that last chapter's ending was terrible, and if this chapter is too. I have just a few days left of school before I graduate. Huzzah! Well! Here we go!

Narrator's Point of View.

Across the Gotham Bridge, down in the deep in the Narrows, so deep that it's dark year round, Dr. Jonathan Crane stands in the clutches of The Jokers goons. While the henchmen are having fun with Crane, he slowly, carefully gets three doses ready. It was a little hard for the good Doctor, his hands being behind his back, tied with rope, he did it nonetheless. When a goon stood up Scarecrow, he took this chance and released one dose on the man. As he fell to the ground writhing and crying out, he spun around to the other goons and released four more doses on the two. He held his breath and took off towards the door.

As he left the building, he took off down an alley way. Thinking he was home free, he slumped to the ground and tried to get his wrists free. A shadow fell upon him and consumed his body. He looked up and saw the shadow of The Joker. Scarecrow swore under his breath as the man started cracking his fingers.

"You uh, better be glad I need you, Crane." The joker said, kneeling down next to him. He slammed the Scarecrows head into the building wall, knocking him unconscious. He stood up and snapped for a few goons. They took him and threw his body in the back of a black van. The Joker got in the front seat and told them to take them to Lilith's apartment. The goon driving gave him an odd look but shrugged and proceeded on.

XX

Meanwhile, as the Joker was securing Crane, Lily was getting grilled by her boss. Bruce looked and pressed the situation. HE stared deeply into Lily's eyes and asked her again. She looked away and said the same as before. He got upset, and almost yelled at her, until Alfred cleared his throat.

"Master Wayne, Miss Lily, we are at your apartment. " Alfred said before Bruce could do something he would regret.

"Thank you so much for all of your help. I'll be back at work tomorrow, Mr. Wayne," said Lily. She got out of the car and turned to go inside. Before so, she turned back to Alfred. "Thank you again, so much Alfred. "

As she went inside, Bruce got a strange feeling. He decided to follow her up. Alfred tried to persuade him not to, but he was hearing none of it. Bruce slid through the door before it closed and tip toed behind Lily. She ascended up the stairs, so many of them. She finally stopped climbing and made her way to her apartment door. She stopped in front of it and sniffed. She smiled softly and pushed the already opened door. He saw a fast body move by and heard her say, "Hello, Joker."

XX Lilith's Point of View

I walked into my apartment, The Joker's smell hitting my face, invading my nostrils, making me smile. I saw him turn towards me and I smiled softly.

"Hello, Joker." I say. I go to lie on my bed but Joker grabbed my arm and swung me around to face him.

"Doll, we uh, need your apartment. Ya see, we have a guest here, and if he managed to administer one of his, eh, doses on you, I'd have to kill him and that would just ruin my, uhm, plans. So, I'm going to give you some money and you will get out of here for as long as I need. Okay?" He said, looking deep into my eyes.

"I can't just leave. You have the whole apartment complex to yourself, why can't he just be locked up in another room?" I ask, mustering up a moment of bravery. He clicked his tongue and licked his lips.

"Well, doll. Ya think I haven't thought of that? He is too dangerous for you, Lilith. If he gave you his gas, and you went crazy, much as I would love that, I can't let that happen to you. So you are going to listen to me and get out."

I shake my head and pull my arm from his grasp. "No, Joker, this is MY house. I was here first. YOU go. Otherwise, you can just put him in another room on another floor."

He looked at me as though I was another person. I turned on my heel and attempted to go to my bed, yet again. He grabbed my arm and pushed me up against a wall. My uncut face was pushed against the wall and he told his goons to get out.

He ran a hand through my hair, I squirmed against him. I tried to push away from the wall and look at him in the face, but he pulled my head back to his shoulder and looked at me.

"I kind of like this you, Lilith. Is this the, eh, real you? I like the you that's strong; maybe you don't need my protection. Maybe, I'll just leave Scarecrow here with you." He leaned his face closer to mine, licking his lips a little. I gained a rush of adrenaline and I elbowed him in the stomach and pushed him away from me. I hopped across the room away from him. I knew I just pissed him off. He leaned over and laughed uncontrollably. I rushed to the bathroom, but he ran in front of the door.

"Now, eh, doll. You think you can just take a hit at me, heh, and then run?" He launched himself forward and grabbed ahold of me, pushing me back against the wall. He stroked my hair with one hand and held my wrist with the other. I made a soft whimper; my cut was starting to burn. "Shh, shh, shh, shh. I'm not going to hurt you, Lilith. For the first time, I'm not going to hurt you. I like you, Lilith. Not like how normal people like other normal people. Hrm, I'm, eh, attracted to you. Not for your body, which is marvelous. Your personality, it's so uh, similar to my own, yet different enough so that we aren't the, eh, same. That would get boring. You're so versatile, ever changing. Strong and brave one minute, weak and submissive the, uh, next. I like it."

He leaned forward and kissed my forehead softly. He scooped me up and laid me down onto my bed. He then did the unthinkable, yet again.