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

"I don't remember much about my childhood aside from the fact that my father was an abusive bastard and my mother was a gold digging tramp," I lied flawlessly.

Oh, I remembered all about my childhood and all of it's horrors.

With movement to fast for even I to see the Jokers hand was wrapped tightly around my neck cutting off the precious air that I needed to survive.

"I don't like Liars, Princess." He growled out.

"yeah-and-i Don't-like-Hippocrates," I gasped out with the breath I had left.

He released my neck and I gasped for breath "So i guess we're even." I added when I could breath properly.

I glared into his eyes as he just about fell off the couch because of his laughter.

"s'not funny." I pouted.

"Are, are you...moping?"

"NO! I am a mass murdering sociopath I do not mope!"

"Well if you don't mope I'll just have to make you cry!" his mood suddenly darkened.

Lilium get out of there,now!

Unfortunately for me the warning had come to late and by the time I had registered Poisons words Gotham's favorite nutcase was launching at me.

His body slammed into mine eliciting a soft 'oomph' from my lips and hurtling both of us to the floor.

it seems that time bomb with no set time has just exploded. Poison rasped sullenly in my head.

"What's your real name?" The way he said it and the way he was looking at me told me he wasn't asking he was demanding that I tell him.

The question was simple enough but the possible answers were endless.

"Lilian Is my real name," I lied making direct eye contact.

The fist to the gut I received told me he knew I was bullshitting him.

"Fine don't believe me then, I'm not telling you my real name," I told him boldly as I regained my breath.

"That is till I get your real name," I looked up at him through my eyelashes slyly.

If it wasn't for the fist making contact with my face I would have Laughed at his expression. Not only was he curious but he was absolutely livid.

"OH. you want to play? hhhmmm? then lets play!" he cheered standing up.

I pushed myself off the ground and walked to the other side of the living room.

now look what you've done, I leave you alone for a few minutes and you have a homicidal clown after you!

"Sorry Poison it was just to good an opportunity to pass up." I answered her keeping my eyes on the clown that was circling me like a predator does its pray.

I ran for the door closest to me only to be struck in the back by what I figured to be a fist making me tumble forward and roll onto my side. I looked up when I heard the approaching footsteps and grinned up at the Joker whom now loomed over me clenching and unclenching his gloved fists.

He sneered down at me and hauled me up by the hair. "Meh, you don't play well with others," I muttered crossing my arms and causing him to take a yank at my hair. I took grip of his hair and pulled just as hard in return.

His loud laughs bounced off the walls as we continued to play follow the leader, and in this situation he was the leader.

By the time we were finished I was on the floor, bloodied and breathing heavily. I looked up to meet the Jokers eyes to see him in the same state as me. Once our eyes locked the both of us burst out into loud cackling laughter that would make any grown man shit himself.

"You hit me once, I hit you back, you gave a kick I gave a slap," I sang standing up and wiping some blood from my mouth.

I looked towards the door to see the group of goons and Grace staring at us in awe making me laugh all over again.

"What are you staring at?" I snapped causing all of the men to shrink back and Grace to wave at me happily.