Sorry this chapter sucks and may be confusing, it will all make sense soon.

Mr. Freeze's Point of View

As I look down upon the Clown in front of me, I see despair and pain plastered across his face. He is truly sincere in his requests. I just, I cannot refuse.

"I need a sample of her blood and a sample of the Fear Gas. As for my terms, I require very high tech laboratory equipment, the latest. It would be available at GCU or Wayne Enterprises. I will also need you to tell me where it is that Jervis inhabits. He is the only one who knows just how to crack Scarecrow's Fear gas. If he cannot help, then there is but two options." I say, kneeling down to face him.

"What-tuh, are the options?" He asked, licking his lips.

"Well, option number one, you deal with her pain and try to help her get past it all. Help her mind grow and help it fix itself."

Joker shook his head and licked his lips some more. "Do I, uh, look like the kind of person who is, uh, nurturing? What is the last option?"

I sighed and lowered my head. "Jervis has a device, one that removes their memory up to the date you put into it. Clearing her memory should clear the Fear gas out. Those seem to be the only options as of now. I will do all I can do get the antidote my self, but you must be prepared to go after Tetch if we do need him for one of the other options."

The clown stood up and paced the room silently.

"I can't just-tuh, give up on. She is mine, all MINE. I won't have her forgetting me. So, I will bring you her blood and the gas. So help me though, Freeze-zuh. If you are trick-kick-kicking me, I will make you pay." He shook his head a bit and glared at me with the final words.

"I give you my word, Joker. I will do all I can to help the girl. When can you have the lab equipment here?" I ask, standing up and looking at the pacing, wreck of a Clown.

"Next time I come back-kuh, I'll have the stuff, everything you should need. I'll even get-tuh, Miss Kyle if I have to." With that, the Joker left the room, with a quickness. He looked distraught. For the first time in his life, The Joker, the Clown Prince of Crime, the Ace of Knaves, looked vulnerable.

'I will do all I can to help the girl, there is no doubt in that, but you, Clown, I will have my revenge upon you.'

I walked across the room to the telephone and dial a number.

"Yes, this is Dr. Fries. May I speak with him?"

"It's about The Joker."

"Would you like to capture him?"

"Very well, Batman."

Narrator's Point of View

At Wayne Manor, the phone rings and Bruce notices that it isn't the normal phone, it's the 'Bat-phone'.

"Hello?" He says as he answers it.

"This is him, what is this about? Because this line is needed to be clear in case of emergenci-"

"The Joker?"

"Keep talking, Mr. Freeze."

As Bruce makes a plan of action with Victor Fries, The Joker made his was back to the Narrows, more so, back to his Lilith. He tapped his knife against his cheek and licked his lips.

"Drive faster!" He barked. He was so eager, he needed to smell her, touch her, and taste her. He wanted to feel her skin against his cheeks. He wanted to do more to her. While his thoughts went wild, he adjusted in his seat to hide his growing erection. Shaking his head, he decided to think of a plan to get the equipment for Freeze.

Meanwhile, Lily layed there in her bathtub, with her head bleeding from the new cut on her head. She was out cold. Her attacker looked down upon her and smiled from beneath his mask. He was going to enjoy hurting the clown in a place that no one has ever hurt him before; his heart. Her attacker looked upon her for a few moments more before waving a henchman of his to pick her up and follow himself out. He made his way quickly down the stairs and outside to his van. He would have taken his usual motorcycle, but where can you put an unconcious girl at on one of those?

They sped off in the nick of time, for not even a few seconds later, The Joker had pulled up and practically sprinted out of the car before it came to a stop. Up the stairs he ran and stopped as he came upon her door that was wide open. His face dropped low as he stepped in.

"Lilith, you, eh, in here?" He called out. He decided to look in her hiding spot; her bathroom.

He pushed open the door and found nothing but a puddle of blood. He knelt down and inhaled. It was hers. He stormed out of the apartment and down the stairs.

"Mr. Joker, Sir. Is she okay?" One of his new henchmen asked. He took out his gun and shot him in the head as he walked past. Joker was pissed.