The Dark Knight

[Nikki]

I'm not sure he understood my question.
Men in particular- and him especially, with his arm hanging painfully at an awkward angle- don't really care about their well-being as much as women. He doesn't seem the type to think ahead to where his next meal will be, or if he'll have a place to sleep at night.
But I've worked hard (no matter if I'd cheated a little) to get to where I am. "I meant is there a place to stay? A safe house, maybe?"
Are you even human? I wanted to ask. Do you even need to sleep? You must need to sleep.

[boo radley]

Oh. Well. I still have no clue. So I shrug. Well, there was one place. "I'm not sure if you've been acquainted with our... newer ward, Mr. Carmine Falcone," I said. I pointed to a cowering fat man sitting in the cell opposite mine. "I know he has an abandoned mansion down by Jules Street, intersecting Avenue X, at Cicero." I don't know exactly how I remembered this. All I remember was that it was near an old, vacated chemical plant...
The chemical plant where I saw myself working.
I shook myself to keep my eyes open. "Oh that's strange, I had another memory." Eurgh. "Anyway. It's good, 'cause it's still got some stuff there from since he used to live there." I clicked my tongue then licked my lips. Oh, this was definitely getting good. "And while we're at it, I'm trading out my orange jumpsuit. Er – brown jumpsuit. I feel like a criminal. And you don't look like my vision of Harley Quinn." It was up to her, really, but still...lab coats do not a jester make.
I yawn, but I refuse to sleep.
I don't think I ever will.

[Nikki]

A mansion?
Must more suited to my taste. I like pretty things. I like good things. And I'll do whatever I see fit to get them
Me and him, living in a mansion. We'll be the prize couple of the king's court- the jesters.
It's far too easy to give into this fun lifestyle.
"You want to play dress up with me, Mr. J? I ask laughingly, quirking an eyebrow at him.

[boo radley]

I look up at her. She seems really excited. I smirk. Course, just mention the mansion that once belonged to the lord of the underworld and you've got yourself a deal. "Yeah, yeah." I shrug. "I'm making my own. You can get your own, whatever." I shrug. She seems less enthusiastic. "Sorry, just a little preoccupied." I thought more. "Yeah, definitely making my own. Don't want to wear cheap tear-able clothing, now do we?"

[Nikki]

(heh. heh. heh. )

Actually, I'd rather his clothing be easily tearable.
But that's just me.
"Sure," I mumble, thinking he'd had an idea for me. I seem to be an amateur in every area, nothing fully on either end.
It's starting to get miserable in this cell, and I'm bored and completely exhausted emotionally and physically.

[boo radley]

(LMAO wow I love this)

See, the thing about a guy like me is, I'm very, VERY observant.
Which is why I noticed her confusion.
Then I had to think of something. "Harley... I might just have an idea for you." Sure I saw it in a costume shop, I think I did, anyway. But it looked just right for a Harlequin Jester.

It looked just right for Harley.

[Nikki]

"Nice." Suddenly I'm so sleepy I've nearly forgotten what we were talking about. A costume for me, maybe?
No, a new look. A new personality, a new. . .everything.
I can be bubbly and exciteable, but only when things are going my way. Not when I'm so confused, like now, and in so much pain already.
On the long bench, I try to find a comfortable way to lay, but it's hard and everything hurts. So much for sleep.

[boo radley]

I snort. The snorting turns into laughter. The laugher turns into... hysterical screams of funny. "You can't sleep, not at Arkham, no. You wanna be real, a partner of mine, you've gotta understand. You've gotta...you can't sleep."

[Nikki]

His laughter makes me shiver, quite noticeably, curled up in a little ball on the bench. I thought my body had run out of tears, but here they run, hot and shameful, down my face.
He is all too much for a sane girl to handle.
Which is why I know that I'm going fast- little by little, but surely. And I know I need to hold on to my sanity for just another week or so- long enough to keep up appearances, long enough to escape.
I sit up, my golden hair falling down from its loose bun to frame my face, sure nothing about me right now is flattering. But hey- maybe he likes to see beautiful things broken.
"But that's not. . .humanly possible. You can't not sleep," I protest. I know about the functions of the human body, know that every mind, sane or not, needs that rest, that time to process information.

[boo radley]

"Well, I don’t,” I say. I don’t want to tell her about my nightmares. They keep me up all night. Haven’t slept in the past couple of weeks.
Okay, maybe I’ve napped. Like, for four hour periods. That works fine with me. Every day is a little nap, when everyone’s gone, but I can stay up the entire night because of those damn nightmares.
I hear screams and laughter. Then a long “No, Dr. Crane, please, Scarecrow!” It’s a woman. And something.
Wait, what? Didn’t Dr. Crane leaver earlier?
“Are you enjoying this, Miss Dawes?” I hear the man say. Yup, that’s definitely Crane.
I look to Harley – she’s just as confused as me. “Wait a minute…” I say. Maybe something else had come undone. I grinned.

More chaos always meant more freedom.

[[remember Ra’s Al Ghul helps with the Joker’s escape in the Batman Begins, so we’ll have to incorporate that; he does it as a diversion, read on Wikipedia haha]]