I'll Be the Sweetest Poison You've Ever Tasted

By the time my hand touched the door to the operating room I was myself again and Poison was back in her brain cage.

"I gotta say," The Joker smacked his lips lightly from the chair I had left him in, "That was greatly entertaining."

"I try," I said rolling my eyes and pushing the fun cart into the closet it had come from before walking over to the operation panel.

"Good night lover," I cooed turning the lights off and unplugging one of my many ipods.

The Joker and I walked out of the operating room side by side and in step. "So that was the real Poison?" The Joker asked with a curious look in my direction.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I denied smoothly, not even faltering in my stride.

"It's okay, I understand; you loved him," He said with a snicker.

"I did not love him, I trusted him. They're completely different things," I snapped shooting him a silencing glare.

"I hit a nerve hmm?" He asked with a wheezy giggle just to make it worse.

I snarled lightly under my breath and quickened my stride till I reached the main parlor where Sin and Khaos where sitting in a few of the old couches that had been left here. I opened my mouth to give them instructions but they were already on it.

"Try outs have been scheduled for tomorrow and a room has been set up next to yours for our....guest," Sin said, her eyes sliding over to stare at the Joker accusingly.

"Will you be staying with us tonight or going home to your baboons?" I asked with a snicker, happy that I had semi intelligent workers.

I could see the Jokers jaw clench and unclench under the make-up expecting him to hit me but only received a jerky nod.

"Very well, escort him there would you?" I ordered with a curious pout.

Why didn't he hit me?

Better yet, why was he even staying here?

He's studying you Lilium Poison noted in a 'duh' tone.

"Don't you talk to me like I'm an idiot Poison, it's your damn fault we're in this mess," I snapped when I could no longer see the Joker or the twins.

My fault? I don't think so sweetie

"really because if I remember correctly it was you that told me to hire him!"

And if I remember correctly it was you who got attached!

"I'M NOT ATTACHED!" I roared punching the wall closest to me.

Not attached, not attached, not attached, not a-fucking-ttached!

I stomped towards what could only be considered my bedroom in a rage. How dare she blame this on me! It wasn't my damn idea to hire a man, it was hers!

I slammed the door behind me and leaned against it heavily, it had been a long while since I let myself sleep.

Yeah, that's a good idea take a nap

Poison's suggestion was sweet, far too sweet for my taste. Although I chose to keep her as an very useful asset there was no denying the things she was capable of. She was manipulative, devious and cold making her a considerable threat.

"Fuck you, it's your damn fault I can't sleep!" I yelled plopping down on my bed.

well maybe if you let me out to play more often I wouldn't be inclined to take your body over while you sleep she snickered

My mental blocks to keep Poison safely locked inside were fairly strong, strong enough to keep her in there at all times but they lower just enough while I sleep that she can slip out and take over making for awkward occurrences.

"Well maybe if you didn't do the stupidest shit imaginable while in control I would!" I hissed angrily running a hand through my hair.

There was a light knock on the door and I was in no mood to deal with another living person right now, unless I was going to kill them of course.

"What!?" I snapped loudly.

"The clown has been locked in his room for the night and what should I do with May?" Sin asked opening the door just enough to fit her head in.

"Is she awake?" I asked waving her in.

"Yes but she's on heavy pain meds and can't speak," Sin replied opening the door a Little wider.

"Then bring her to her room and let her sleep, she'll be needed tomorrow," I said turning away indicating that our conversation was over and it was time to leave.

Are you done?

"No, go the fuck away," I snapped grabbing one of the towels laying on the floor that looked semi clean.

When I combed through my hair with my fingers I realized just how long it had been since I took a shower and was disgusted. I may be a hardened criminal but I do enjoy being clean.

when I emerged from the shower my hair was once again it's natural blond and I was no longer covered in dried blood and dirt.

"How did you get in here?" I asked referring to the clown that was laying spread eagled across my bed.

"Oh you know, picked the lock," He replied looking over at me.

"Hmm," I said, making a mental note to get more complex locks.

"Trouble in paradise?" He asked with a giggle.

"It's none of your business what me and her argue about, now get out of my room," I snapped pulling some clothes on.

He sat up on his elbows and watched me with a thoughtful expression on,"Nahh I think I like this bed better."

I sighed heavily while drying my hair, "Whatever clown boy just don't piss me off, I'm so not in the mood for your shenanigans"

The Joker bounced up off the bed and giggled his way towards me,"What's on the schedule tonight sweet cheeks?"

I rolled my eyes and huffed," Don't call me that, and...preparation."

almost instantaneously I was pinned to the wall by my throat, my feet dangling about five inches from the floor as I clawed at the Jokers purple gloved hand.

"You don't get to tell me what to do sweet cheeks," He hissed tightening his grip.

I opened and closed my mouth wriggling violently to try and free myself from his grip. My fighting was futile, and I knew it. I was trapped like a fish out of water and the way my vision was swimming I knew I would pass out soon.

"Let go," I croaked scratching pitifully at his hands.

I hadn't really expected him to let me go, so when I collapsed to the floor a gasping pile of limbs I was surprised. I gasped for air for a few moments, my eyes wild and adrenaline rushing through my limbs like fire. It was then that I realized my room was empty, the clown had just walked out like nothing was wrong.

"Controlling, bipolar son of a bitch!" I screeched marching out of my room and towards the cackles I knew were directed at me.

How dare he do that to me in my own home!

The nerve!

The why don't you just tell him to leave? Poison questioned snottily

"Because I am not rude or inconsiderate, he kept me alive for who knows how long and brought Todd to me," I snapped.

Or you just like his company..

I rolled my eyes at her manipulation and continued to stomp towards the large industrial looking kitchen.

"What the fuck was that!?" I snapped shoving the large steel doors open.

"Stop swearing, it's not lady like," He giggled madly while rummaging through my cabinets.

"You don't get to fucking tell me what to do, clown boy," I mocked him wearing my best bitch-face.

He sighed, his shoulders hunched and his back facing me seemingly ignoring me. He swung around quickly with a mad sparkle in his eyes, "You know, I may just have to cut that attitude clean out of you."

I rolled my eyes at his threat and sighed,"My father used to say that, but he actually did cut chunks out of me."

Seconds after the words left my mouth I realized my mistake, I had mentioned the unmentionable; my past was off limits. I stood there, my back stiff and eyes wide and the Joker mirrored me, though his eyes were curious.

He smacked his lips lightly and looked around, his green hair moving back and forth around his face making him look like a wet dog.

"You got any food round here?" He asked raising a white painted eyebrow with a yellow teethed smile.

"If you like frozen waffles there are some in the freezer, that's about it though," I grumbled, thankful he hadn't poked at my slip up.

"So...what else did your father do?"

I had spoken too soon.

"There's a man with an Ax standing in the rain, he looked me straight in the eye and this is what he had to say: never fall asleep you won't wake up," I sang darkly before walking out of the room never truly answering his question.