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Do No Harm ||AU
A small shrug lifted his shoulders once more, accompanied by a long sigh. Continuing his studies on the more questionable criminals in Gotham was certainly on the top of his list-knowing everything about everyone, or almost everyone.
Before he was caught and brought to the Hell hole he now resided in, he was working on placing a camera at every ‘outpost’ in Gotham; determined to keep the information coming, and the money flowing in his direction.
None of that, however, was he willing to mention to her. That would just make his stay in Arkham longer.
"Prancing through a field of sunflowers and baking pies." He finally responded, an almost sarcastic smile parting his lips.
She couldn't say she was surprised that Edward was being.. less than cooperative. At least, however, he was talking- which was something.
Harleen couldn't tell if she was more irritated or amused. Part of her wanted answers- just wanted to solve the puzzle sitting across from her, smugly out of his cuffs. The other part of her was enjoying the fact that she couldn't help but smile at his witty retorts.
"Is that so?" she countered, her serious face entertaining the ghost of a smile,"And what sort of pies would you make?"
Do No Harm ||AU
"Ah-my lactose intolerance…" Slender fingers tapped against the cool metal between them, almost rhythmically. "Not particularly, no. I’ve had many a food item with cheese present." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk; staring at her with narrowed eyes.
"I think they’re trying to kill me."
But he wasn’t serious. Oh no, he was far from it. Lips twitched upward into a faint smile as he slowly leaned back into his chair once again. Paranoia was most likely in his file-as many other things-but little did any doctor know, his paranoia was directed toward one person; and one person only. Not the entire world as they would try and make it seem.
With a simple wave of his hand, he moved on. “Spending my time-as in unjustifiably locked in an insane asylum? I suppose not. I’m sure the outside world is tons better.”
A small frown pulled at Harleen's lips as Edward told her about the state of his food; as much as she supported not just giving patients special meal orders just because (unless she ordered it.) There was a completely justified medical reason for this.
"I'll have words with them." And she would, and whoever she had words with certainly wouldn't be happy when she was done. She took care to take not of it in big,rough letters at the top of the open page in her lap.
Her eyes flickered up at that statement, studying him- but she caught the smile that stole at the corners of his lips and how quickly he moved on.
A joke.
Despite the amused smile that had stolen her features she moved on. "How would you spend it otherwise?"
Hey! Can you guys reblog this if you are willing to roleplay some horror or darker themes?
quite honestly i do not think anyone is suprized me reblogging this
REBLOG IF YOU'RE AN RPER THAT ENJOYS CROSS OVERS
I need more people to follow and play with.
STRANGE SENTENCE STARTERS —— for the creative writer in you. Send these in and see what your partner comes up with as a scenario!
*These are completely interchangeable, they’re just in categories to make it easier for all of y’all.
FOR AMIGOS;
“How many times are you going to do that, exactly?”
“You were right. As per usual.”
“Sometimes it’s hard to see the lines you’ve drawn until you’ve crossed them.”
“You’re surprised because you have a soft spot for hot blondes.”
“Is that – that’s a naked Scarlett Johansson on your fridge.”
“You can stay, but for no more than two nights.”
“Please don’t look in this drawer. Please.”
“I told you not to pick him up, he’s very sensitive.”
“Yes. I might have given you rabies. But in my defense, that’s ridiculous and I didn’t.”
“I’m sorry, my cell phone data coverage does not cover the bullshit zone you’re in.”
“Hey! Give me your pants. Quick, give me your pants.”
“No, I’m serious. Stop it right now or I won’t give you the last cookie.”
“You think I’m kidding. But I’ve never been more serious about anything in my entire life.”
“How much would a stripper cost and why so much?”
“I’m going to buy you a drink. Next week. On Thursday. When I get paid. Can you swing this one?”
“Hippos are hungry, hungry! And you are considerably larger than a small piece of lettuce!”
“When I was little, I used to be afraid of mummies. And now look at me. I love dead people!”
“I don’t even miss my ex-boyfriends/girlfriends, I just miss my glockenspiel.”
“It happens to everyone, you just sell your skirt for some coke.”
“Please do not pull your pants down in front of baby Jesus.”
“That’s not the phrasing you want to use.”
“Because nothing says heterosexuality like a gold sash.”
“Please don’t take it out on my boobs.”
“When it gets really windy I look like a bizarre combination of Marilyn Monroe and Cousin It.”
“We have to change our names and run away to Mexico. It’s the only way. Adios.”
“How much money do you have on you?”
“Please tell me that’s a raisin and not a tiny hamster shit you’re eating.”
“Life is a lot better when you put things on your head.”
“For someone who’s not very deep, I’m incredibly not shallow.”
FOR LOVERS;
“I need you to remind me what it feels like to love you.”
“I love you. What? No I don’t. Forget I said anything.”
“I need you to tickle my feet but like, sexually.”
“If we got married, would I have to take your last name? Or could we just make up a new one?”
“I don’t think I can do this anymore.”
“I heard you say his/her name in your sleep last night. Want to explain or should I just leave?”
“I want to spend the night with you tonight. But I also want to sleep on your side. And without you on the bed. So technically I just want your bed.”
“Please don’t be proposing to me in an empty parking lot.”
“Stop saying you’re sorry, you stupid fucking broken record. It’s done.”
“I’m not jealous, I’m curious. About the things you were doing. With him/her. Without me.”
“Your mother’s looks could kill. Actually, are you sure they haven’t before?”
“If you’re breaking up with me tonight, can I at least eat first?”
“Stop sweating. It’s not attractive during sex, and it’s not attractive now.”
“Are you – are you checking me out? In the line for the confessional?”
“We have to go. I might have told your mom I’m pregnant. I don’t know why I said that. I’m not.”
“So what you’re saying it that you’re snorting sugar to get excited for sex.”
“My dog licks better than you do.”
“But through every stupid thing you do and say – and those are a lot, by the way – I love you.”
“I don’t care if you’re growing another head. I’ll talk to both of them. I love you.”
“And I’d take fifty years of not talking to you for just a day of doing so. I promise that’s a compliment.”
“I don’t want to hide this anymore. I’m not some dirty little secret, you American Reject.”
“This is a bit too dramatic for my taste, so can we skip it and have sex instead?”
“I don’t want you to think of me as your personal sex toy.”
“Thanks and all, but that makes me feel like a low-class escort, so.”
“A kiss in exchange for every nice thing you say about me. Deal?”
“Promise me you’re not like him/her. I need to hear it from your mouth. Promise me.”
“Look, I’ve had my heart broken before. I’m not ready to let you in just yet. Anywhere.”
“Don’t leave me here. Anywhere else, okay, but not here.”
“I wish I could say that was the worst sex I ever had, but I’ve had worse.”
“I just blew you. Could you look a little happier about it?”
“I’m attracted to shiny things, so if it looks like I’m staring at your chest, it’s because I am.”
FOR TEXTERS;
[text] This is upsetting my poop.
[text] Hey, are you up? If you’re not, can you wake up? I need some help.
[text] So it involves feces and large birds.
[text] She said that to you? Why?
[text] Please come back. I miss you.
[text] What are you good for if you’re not gonna bring me ice cream?
[text] Can you ignore that last text? It wasn’t meant for you. I’m sorry.
[text] …did you just send me a nude?
[text] FUCK OFF YOU ONE-EYED WHORE.
[text] I don’t know why I said that.
[text] Leave it to you to fuck the simplest of requests up.
[text] Do we have to go to their wedding? He’s only my first cousin.
[text] How much does ‘I love you’ mean to you?
[text] I am not stalking you. But you should do something about your bathroom, it’s gross.
[text] Please. I need this so badly.
[text] I trust you completely.
[text] I’m a genius. You’re a peasant. Everything makes sense again.
[text] Hey, buddy! Got like, five hundred bucks I can borrow? Times ten.
[text] She lost it. She completely lost it. She said her uterus was attacking her bone marrow.
[text] I will not get you donuts.
[text] Please? I love you.
[text] I think I’m gonna go to sleep now, but you keep thinking that.
[text] I can’t say this out loud. They might be listening.
[text] I never meant to hurt you. I didn’t think he’d duck when the ball came at him, I’m sorry.
[text] You’re cute.
[text] I just need you to understand how important you are to me.
[text] Fuck off.
[text] Okay. Guess we’ll leave it at that then.
Making chocolate
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Do No Harm ||AU
"That is a very vague question.” He folded his arms across his chest, becoming more and more comfortable with every pain staking moment that passed. She did remove his handcuffs and he felt as if he owed her some sort of actual conversation-something she could use; write down in her notes and plaster all across his file.
Surely, she noted in his file he had a compulsion to extravagant lies.
But he would do his best-at least for this one question-to tell the truth, or some semblance of it.
"The food is awful." He stated, lips pulling into a thin, straight line. Though there were many other things he could have said-the help is incompetent, as are the doctors, the guards have no sense of responsibility and should all be put through a series of mental exams before being hired, there aren’t enough books to read, etc-he preferred to keep it simple.
Something she could easily understand.
The food.
It was a completely justified complaint, yes, but she was hoping for something a bit.. more.
"Yes, the food is not necessarily.."
More what? Thoughtful? Personal? Interesting?
"..decent, in any sense. They have been accommodating your dietary needs? With the dairy, that is?" The interest has slightly dulled from her voice as she tried to think of some way to spark some sort of substantial response from her patient.
She didn't expect him to completely open up in the first session at all. But something would be nice.
"Is this really how you'd like to be spending your time, Eddie?"
Do No Harm ||AU
He nodded slowly, hearing, but not listening the words that were coming out of her mouth. It all sounded…muffled. He wasn’t paying any attention. Not until one of his hands was free. All he needed was one. Edward let out a more than relieved sigh, itching for the other hand to be free. He didn’t much care for the way he was being treated, and all for a few cameras.
Cameras that could have potentially even helped the GCPD, but, no, the dimwitted fools hadn’t even considered that. Of course they wouldn’t. Why he expected anything more from that pathetic excuse for law enforcement was even beyond him. There was no answer to that riddle.
And he hated that.
Once the other hand as free, and with her final words ringing in his ears, he leaned back in his chair, the faintest of smirks crossing his features.
"Nothing to worry about, doctor. I assure you, I have no intention of furthering my stay here." He briefly rubbed his left wrist before his green eyes finally bore directly into hers. "And, yes, much better.”
Harleen held the eye contact, examining the depths of the green that met her blue. Partially using it as a tool to show him that she wasn't intimidated by him, that she was still in control. But.. part of it had nothing to do with that; she wanted to know what could possibly be going through his mind.
He wasn't like some of the other inmates with irrational homicidal tenancies or erratic violent impulses that dominated their functions- no.
If anything the only thing she could tell that was 'wrong' with Edward was he was too intelligent.
Which was hardly wrong. But then why the cameras?
"Good. Then, why don't you tell me a bit about your stay here so far, anything to note?" It was a completely open ended question, she had considered asking him what he would like to discuss but she figured he would rather not. This, however gave him the chance to talk about nearly anything; positive or negative.
Do No Harm ||AU
The corner of his lips twitched up into a small, satisfied grin. Not one, however, that had any intention of harming the poor woman-there was no need for that. Not physically, however. The only sort of pain this doctor would be feeling when they were finished was a pounding headache that would undoubtedly last for days. What followed-the self doubt, self loathing-well, none of that would be considered his fault.
But he was getting ahead of himself. So far, this doctor was unlike any other. For a moment, Edward dared to even consider enjoying her company-taking his time to ruin her.
That was certainly always an option.
He moved to lean slightly over the table between them; resting his wrists in her hands without hesitation.
"So trusting."
The doctor reached back, casually pulling a hair pin from her bun as she took hold of his wrists. She took her time, allowing Edwards comment to pull a short, amused smile from her lips.
"I'm sure I don't need to prompt you to keep this between us." she spoke, as she worked on picking the lock on his left wrist.
" However," she began, as she moved to his other wrist. "If you were to break pattern and try something.... inconvenient..." Her eyes found his over the rim of her glasses as the lock clicked free on his right. "I advise you to make it count."
She sat back in her chair, recrossing her legs at the knee as she replaced the pin in her hair.
"Now, is that better?"
Do No Harm ||AU
With a furrowed brow, Edward tapped a slender finger against his chin-or he attempted to do so; the handcuffs that were permanently wrapped around his wrists was making it a bit difficult. However, he had never been the type of man to give up. And just as he found a way to make the small gesture, he would find his way out of this session.
Out of Arkham.
A sigh passed through his lips as another small shrug claimed his shoulders. “Rather annoyed.” He spoke flatly-an unclear (or perhaps she was smart enough to figure it out) jab at having to be stuck across the table from her. “Of course, I would be much happier if I was free to express myself with my hands.”
He cleared his throat, “If you’re having doubts, or worries, about releasing my from my shackles, don’t. I’m sure you can see in my file that I’m completely harmless. I’d never hurt a fly.”
With my hands.
Harleen's eyes shifted down to the shackles that bound his wrists before moving back up to his own but aside from the slight movement her face remained unchanged.
"I'm not worried." she countered, but she was thinking over the idea. Despite her slight appearance, Harleen was quite confident in her ability to handle Edward should he prove to cause issues- perhaps too confident. The backlash she may receive from the higher ups in the event of Edward causing issue was what concerned her.
While Edward had no history of violence, Harleen knew better than to take his word for being completely harmless.
No one was completely harmless.
And perhaps, if there was some sort of out of character 'episode' on Edwards part she could handle it quietly and it could stay between the two of them.
After a pause she leaned forward towards him, holding out an open hand for his wrists.
"As your Doctor, your happiness, comfort and well-being are my biggest concerns." She stated, "I wouldn't want you to be anything less than able to express yourself, Eddie."
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My boss likes me to wear a smile to work.
What about a fort? Do you want to build a fort?
[text] What are you good for if you’re not gonna bring me ice cream?
[text] It’s certainly not my sunny disposition
[text] Johnny, you’re a brilliant master of the bumpy-creepy-things that happen in the dark. [text] now, please? :D
[text] Flattery, I see.
[text] What flavor?
[text] Strawberry! With extra rainbow sprinkles!