A/N: Well, another chapter.

MEETING

"Girl, you look like hell run over today," Alice commented, taking in my appearance.

I scowled at her and slid into my white jacket. "Thanks for pointing it out."

"Happy to help." She gave me a grin, which I returned weakly. It was hard to stay mad at Alice for long.

"So what's on the docket for today?" I asked.

"Leg surgery at 11, kidney replacement at 2, elbow surgery at 4, and hip fixing at 7," Alice answer, after a quick look at her clipboard.

"So, full day?"

"Pretty much."

I paused, staring into my locker. Come on, I told myself. Time to get to work. "Ready, assistant James?"

"Ready, Doctor Smith!"

"Doctor Who?"

Alice rolled her eyes. "Really? BBC?"

"What?" I shrugged. "It made sense to me."

"Whatever." She walked past me.

"Alice," I called. She ignored me. "Alice!" Despite myself, I smiled. Alice had been just the thing I needed to cheer up on this stupid rainy day.

*0*0*

At 8:30, I hung up my doctor's coat, said my farewells to colleagues, and headed out to the bus stop. Thankfully, the rain had cleared up and all I had to do was avoid puddle. As I was about to cross the street, a black car pulled up. The Batmobile, I recognized instantly. And so did the people around me. They started whispering and taking pictures. Then the door opened.

"Get in," said Batman in his usual raspy voice.

"Uh…" It had always been a dream of mine to be in the Batmobile, because it was pretty amazing, but getting in now would attract even more attention.

"Get in," he repeated, scarier this time.

"Yeah!" I quickly agreed and ducked in. The door shut behind me and Batman drove away.

"So… uh…" I began.

"We can talk later," Batman cut me off. I frowned at him. He didn't have to be so rude. "Here, put this on," he growled sometime later. A bandana was tossed at me.

"To cover my eyes?" I asked hesitantly. Batman nodded. Though I really didn't want to lose my eyesight, I was rather curious as to where I was being taken. As I tied the bandanna around my eyes, the proverb curiosity killed the cat rang through my mind.

*0*0*

"Let me get this straight," David said. "You want me to send six of my guys to attack this puny little girl?"

Joker raised his eyebrows. "Is there a problem with that?"

"Well, my boys with kill that little piece of ass."

The clown laughed. "If they do manage to kill her, then there's no hard feelings. I just want to see how she reacts. I'll be-a much obliged if you do this, David."

David swallowed nervously as Joker pulled a knife and began to toss it in the air. Damn it. He didn't want to be under that psychopath's heel. But there was nothing he could do. David certainly couldn't take down the Joker. That was laughable.

Joker watched as different emotions crossed David's face. Fear, rebellion, resignation. Of course, little David wouldn't go against him. The guy had no balls. This would all be just a little bitty test for Joker's new toy. If it broke easily, then it wouldn't be much fun. Although seeing it's tears had been quite… refreshing. Nothing like seeing tears and blood on toys.