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For my own Joker ~~Phoenix 3

Bruce Wayne's Point of View

As we drove across the bridge, the sun was beginning to set in the sky. The light hit Lily's face, casting a shadow on the other side of her face. She had her knees pulled up to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. She was moving back and forth, her head twitching every few moments. Her sniffling had slowed down but she looked so, for lack of a better word, broken. Her eyes had such a deep sadness in them. Her hair was wild and her clothes starting to look crusty. That's all understandable.

We pulled up to her apartment and I scooted closer to her.

"Lily, do you need any help? I can escort you up the stairs or get you something to eat?" I ask, placing a hand gingerly on her shaking shoulder. She turned her head to look at me.

"No, I think I can manage it on my own. Thank you, Bruce and Alfred, for taking me home and taking care of me. I'll see you at work, Mr. Wayne." She said, opening the car door and stepping out. She took a step before falling to her knees. I moved as fast as I could to get out of the car and to her side. I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and stood her up. She was shaking even more and trying to push out of my grasp. I held her tight and started walking up to her apartment steps. I turned to look back at Alfred, who was watching with sad eyes. I opened the door and walked her inside. As we ascended up the stairs, she started crying, and pulling away from me. I loosened my grip and let go, allowing her to walk on her own. She wavered for a moment, but then grabbed my hand again. I give her a reassuring smile and follow her up the stairs.

When we reach her door, she opened it and pulled me inside. She stopped dead in her tracks as she sniffed. She let go of my hand and turned towards me, keeping her head down.

"Thank you, Mr. Wayne, for helping me up. I guess I could not manage it by myself. I'll see you at work though, yes?" She says, slowly bringing her head up to face me.

I nod and hug her close to me, placing a small kiss on her forehead. "Do you need anything else, Lily? Don't hesitate to ask, either." She shook her head and I nodded again. I turned to leave and as I descended the stairs, I heard her door shut, not a slam or anything to tell me there was someone else there. I sighed and headed back to Alfred.

Lilith's Point of View

I stepped inside my apartment, his smell intoxicating me. I slowly walked to my bed and curled up in the corner, farthest away from everything. I lie on my side and hold my knees close to me. I missed my Clown Prince of Crime. I half expected him to be here when I arrived, yet I was not surprised at his absence. It made me even more upset. I started to cry. I also started to hear scratching sounds.

I looked around the room and saw bugs and insects crawling out from the shadows. They were coming towards me, so I did the only logical thing. I got up and ran to my bathroom. I sat in the bathtub and held my knees close to my chest, sobbing loudly. I shut my eyes tightly. My head seemed to start twitching. I sat there, with the bugs crawling inside the bathtub, with my eyes pouring tears. I continued to break down into nothingness.

And then everything went black, again.

The Joker's Point of View

As we pulled into the northeastern outskirts of Gotham city, the coldest point in town, I saw the familiar blue glow of Mr. Freeze's 'hideout'. The one that every. Single. Villain. Knows about. My mind strayed from the business at hand, and to my darling Lilith. Why can't I stop thinking about her? Why do I care for this girl so much?

No. I push her out of my mind and get out of the car.

"Now-uh, boys. I need you to stay out here and keep watch. If something eh, happens to me. I will kill you all. Mkay?" I say, adding a big smile for extra effect. I make my way to the door as the men surround the car and the door as I go inside. I walk down the freezing cold hallway, ice appearing with every breath I take. I rub my purple, gloved hands together and come upon a door way to a large, open area. There were blocks of ice carved into the beautiful Nora Fries, at every corner of the room. I walk into the room and see the said woman in her tank, right in the middle of the room. She looked peaceful, but also dead. I approached her tank and placed a hand on the freezing cold glass. An electric whirring sound seemed to go off and my hand was covered in ice and stuck to the tank.

"How dare you approach her, clown. How dare you think you could show your face around here after what you did last time. I should kill you now." The walking Icebox said, stepping closer to me in his robotic like suit. The big dome of glass over his head was frozen over, making his skin look less blue than usual.

"I, uh need a favor, Freeeeeze." I say, smiling wide.

He growled and then I see his metal covered fist connect with my cheek. The force from the hit breaks my hand from the ice and I land backwards on the floor. I start cackling, the pain giving me an adrenaline rush.

"Choose your next few words carefully, clown, they may be your last." He said, standing over me.

"I need a cure made for Scarecrow's Fear gas. I can, uh, pay you whatever and, erm, supply you with whatever you need. I just need her cured. I need her mind back. If her, eh, mind is going to BREAK, It's going to be because of me, and not that, er, scrawny little Crow. I know some of your, uhm, enemies places and I can kill whoever you need me to. No price is too small. I just, eh, need her fixed." I showed a glimpse of sadness for a moment as Freeze looks like he is genuinely mulling over my request. If I can't get him to do it, I don't think I've pissed off Red lately.

"The Clown Prince of Crime has a girl. I never thought I'd see this day. Tell me, Clown, do you love her? Like I love my beautiful Nora?" He asks, his eyes piercing mine with the utmost seriousness. I gulp and think deeply.

'Do you really love this girl?'

I swallow nothingness and open my mouth to reply. "Yes."