The Dark Knight

[Nikki]

"What, about why you're making me bipolar? Or the reason that everyone here half-asses their job?"

[boo radley]

I try to keep my face straight. But I have scars that make it look otherwise. "Someone's reacting." I shuddered. "Look, Harley Quinn. Lookie here. Do you really think I'd be wasting my time with you if I didn't care?" Something was seriously, seriously drawing me to her.
First she obsessed with me, now I obsess with her. This was a deadlock, an impasse.
"Like I said... I could've strangled and killed you, then broken out of here. But I didn't." I cracked my neck. Ahh, that felt good. "I'm starting to think I'll need you, to keep me insane. You... you balance me." Yup, that had to be it. Out with my fucking "wifey." In with Harley Quinn. Ah, yes, we'd make the perfect couple... I had a malevolent grin. Unstoppable, we'd be. No, more like undefinable.
But if she didn't come... then I'd have to go back for her. Or find someone with almost the same amount of sense. There was no one like that here. Not in Gotham.

[Nikki]

Suddenly I'm shaking all over. My hands grip the wooden bench until my knuckles pop with the force of it.
"And by 'couple' you mean. . ."
Maybe it sounds like I'm apprehensive. Creeped out by the idea.
At least I hope.
Because I still hear him laughing, somewhere in my head. I want out of here, I want away from him, I want to be as close to him as possible all at the same time.
Obsession's a lot like love. Only deeper, more powerful, more dangerous. Love takes time; obsession can happen in an instant.
That's me, in deep.
Already.

[boo radley]

I didn't recall saying "couple" out loud. Then again, I don't recall saying or doing a lot of things that I have done. I nodded. "You know what I mean."

[Nikki]

(Damnit, whoops I need to learn to read quotation marks. In HT Rae can sort of "read minds" so I don't have to pay attention to that as much )

I still stay in my respective place on the bench. He's beautiful and psychotic and if I can't heal him, I want to help him.
I'll get him. . .get us. . out of here.
"I'll help you," I promise, knowing it's going to be a long road to hell, but not caring either way.

[boo radley]

(lmao it's okay, Nikki haha)

I have the best hunch in the world that this is gonna get us somewhere. Harley Quinn... I guess I now have a woman. Probably more loyal than my wife. Blah. She can go to hell.
Harley... there's a story. She's opted to do so much in such short time.
"Good." I grin. Although, with the scars, there's no need. "Let's call this session number one."

[Nikki]

"Fine, then," I reply, glancing down at the scant paperwork beside me. "It'll make it seem like I've accomplished something." Someone was bound to be suspicious if I'd begged to have a night alone with this man and not turned up any results.
We sit there in silence for a moment, and I dare to look at him for a moment. "Will you let someone set your arm tomorrow? If you don't, they'll most likely do it by force. And we're going to run out of orderlies if you keep breaking their jaws."

[boo radley]

I smirk.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Make it fast, that's all I think to myself. "Harley, look at me." She looks. "I found this." I pull out a pack of playing cards from my nasty orange jumpsuit, now turned brown with the filth of this place. "I want you to be here when I choose my name." Well, she has no choice. We're gonna be stuck together until probably eight in the morning.

So I begin yanking out cards one at a time. First there's a six of spades. "Spades... nah, you can't...understand people with spades. You can't relate to spades." She seems to be really... I don't know. Confused maybe?
King of Clubs. Ooh, I like this one! "King of Clubs! I'm a clubber. I am the... King of Clubs. Yup, I've found what I'm gonna use to mark myself."

So I'm the King of Clubs.

As I put my cards away, underneath this bench where I found them, a card flies out. It lands face down. So I pick it up...

...a Joker card. I have half a mind to throw it away, because it's useless. Wait. Useless.
They said I was useless. "They still say I'm useless," I mutter. "I think... it's time to prove them wrong." I cleared my throat. I like this better than the King of Clubs, because now that I think about it, Jokers seem more sinister than they appear. "Harley Quinn.... meet your man, the Joker."

[Nikki]

That makes sense. The Joker. And Harley Quinn.
A harlequin joker.
It's strange how this is all falling into place, as if maybe we weren't meant to live our former lives. Maybe this is what we're meant to do. Have a little fun.
The irony. .. well. . .it's just part of the joke.
I scoot a little closer to him, even though it seems I have all the time in the world to adjust to how much he unsettles and excites me at the same time. I suppose that when all of my sanity is gone, it will be all excitement.
But for now I'm just a girl who's lost her way. Stumbled off the path into the forest, and the wolf awaits. The wolf ensnares.
"So where. . ." I say after awhile, after I've gotten his title into my head, ". . .do we plan on running off to?

[boo radley]

I curl my lips into a smile that extends from the right. "There's not a place..." I hold the bars through which I can see the rest of Arkham. "Because Gotham is my sandbox..." I mutter again. "We go to Gotham." She looked a little confused: we ARE in Gotham, after all. But that's the best I can put it. "We own Gotham." I own Gotham. Gotham is mine.