Bruce Wayne's Point of View

I paced around her room, beads of sweat falling down my face. She was asleep in the guest bed and Alfred was by her side, wiping off the sweat on her own face, with a cold damp cloth. Her breathing was fast and consistent. I called Lucius Fox and right on time, I heard a knock at the door. Alfred nodded and went to answer the door. I stepped closer to her bed and moved some hair behind her ear.

Lucius burst through the door and gulped as he looked upon her body. He made his way to the other side of the bed and sat down on the edge. He pulled out a covered syringe and a small, one-dose, bottle of the anti-dote. He uncovered the syringe and pushed it through the bottle top and tipped it, filling the syringe to the appropriate amount, flicked it, and pushed it into her arm. He pushed it all in and pulled the syringe back out. After just a few moments, her breathing started to level out. Her eyes moved from beneath her lids and her sweating stopped as well.

"She won't be the same, Mr. Wayne. She had too much for too long and it caused her brain to change. She will probably be more violent, reserved. She'll keep to herself, more than before. We can hire a psychiatrist for her to see, but she will have to agree to it as well." Lucius informed me, as he stood up and put the syringe back into the cover. He made his way to the door and looked back at her. "Please, call me when she is up?"

I nodded and stroked her cheek softly.

'She's so beautiful.' I thought.

I took the rag that Alfred put down and continued to wipe her face. She started to stir and my face lit up.

Lilith's Point of View

I felt as though I was falling down a deep hole, everything black. I cried out and tried to reach for something to grab on. I was falling for what seemed like a lifetime, when I heard my name being called. I saw a gloved hand reach down, shining a bright light down in my face. I reached out for the hand and pulled myself up as hard as I could.

As I pulled up, I was pushed into the light. I slowly adjusted my eyes and saw nothing but light. I heard Mr. Wayne whispering my name. I felt my eyes flutter as I was coming back to real life. I opened them slowly and found Mr. Wayne sitting on the side on my bed. I feel the feeling coming back to my body and I started to stir. Bruce saw my movements and a smile came upon his face. He cleared his throat as I tried to sit up.

"Would you like some help?" He asks, placing a hand on my shoulder. I shrug it off and sat up against the headboard. I placed a hand on my head as it throbbed immensely. I stretched my feet and legs and threw them over the side of the bed.

"Please, take me home, Bruce. I want to be at home. Thank you for everything." I stand up and start walking towards the door. I step into the hallway and hear scratching and moaning sounds and I put my hands up to my ears to try to block it out. I took off down the long hallway and turned left and appeared in front of a case of stairs descending. I took them and found the front door. The door was locked, but I just kept pulling at the knob. Bruce came up behind me and put a hand on my shoulder.

"I don't think you're safe at home, Lily. You really should go lay back down and rest. You need to give your mind some time to adjust, Scarecrow's gas is incredibly noxious and you were subjected to it for an extended period of time. Please?" He asks me, turning me to face him. I shook my head.

"Please just take me home, or open the door so I can start walking."

He nodded and called for Alfred.

"Alfred can you get a car ready for us?" Bruce asked. Alfred nodded and he turned away. Bruce focused his attention on me and asked me if I was hungry.

"No, Bruce. I'm okay.

I'm….okay?"

I started to scream out the same sentence, over and over again. I fell to my knees and grabbed my head. Bruce stared at me in horror for only a moment, before pulling me close to him. He took me outside and put me in the backseat, before scooting in next to me. I curled up and moved as far away from Bruce as I could. He tried to move close but I kicked at him. He withdrew and just watched me, with care in his eyes.

We started to drive away from the mansion.

Narrator's Point of View

In Lilith's apartment, The Joker stood in the center and looked around. Sheets were strewn across the floor and there was blood on the kitchen floor. He figured it was Crane's, since she wasn't bleeding whenever he put her into his henchman's car. Kneeling down in front of him, one of his various goons, pleading and begging for his life. The Joker had a gun in his hand and nonchalantly shot him in the head. He felt lonely, he missed his Lilith. He licked the inside of his lips and told his men to clean up. He walked up to another man and told him to spread the word about the hit on Scarecrow. He stepped out of the room, inhaling her scent once more, before making his way out of the apartment and down to the car waiting for him. He needed to find the walking icebox.