two crazy whores I MEAN

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Who: measureslunacy and madamemoiselle
Where: Arkham Asylum
When: After her log with the Master
What: Diva finally returns to the asylum.
Warnings: They will bitch at each other, but probably nothing that bad.


It was hardest to return. She had promised herself when Eddie had released her that she would return in a week, no more. But one week had become two, two became three, and Diva had stayed out of the asylum for almost two months. It was easy to stay out. All she had to do was take a ghost's face and she was no one but a face in a crowd. The asylum and the government had no way to track her once she changed her appearance, not really. Diva considered on the second week to just become someone else. Amshel had taught her enough about such things. Take a face, start a new life, and everything would be different. She would have no choice but to be a normal human.

But she couldn't.

She couldn't help but feel the guilt every day she was out. Of course, she felt it every day she was in, too, but it was worse now. She could imagine Sam's face so clearly as he disapproved of her leaving. That was why she had to go back. But this time, she told herself, she wouldn't let Arkham belittle her so.

And so Diva sat in his office's chair, its back to the door. She looked through some of the papers that had been left on the desk with idle curiosity as she waited for him to come back.

It was the only time she would ever be glad that she drank his blood. It was hard, even painful, to take his form because of the restrictions the Twins had placed, but as long as she didn't speak, the guards hadn't known any better. It wasn't really that clever, all things considered, but she was quite proud of herself nonetheless and glad that the guards hadn't learned any better.

She just hoped Arkham would come back soon. There was only so much paper work she could read.

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Jeremiah Arkham had been doing his usual rounds. A walk through his asylum's halls. The usual visit to his special patients had lifted his spirits. It was good to feel appreciated, to know that at least some patients recognized his hard work and talent. Even the usual taunts he received as he walked the halls could be numbed after those visits. Not that numbing was necessary. He knew what the majority of his patients were, they were unwell, and their words were meaningless in that regard. Sticks and stones, as they say.

He opened the door and stopped short however as he realized someone was sitting in his chair. Dr. Leland would never be so presumptuous or bold. None of his doctors would be, not even the most arrogant or inexperienced. Perhaps it was the Bat, or Jonathan, or perhaps the Joker. The form was too small though, too small and slight and couldn't possibly be any of those three. Harleen was a possibility, but he had just seen her during his rounds as well, or perhaps it was Jane Doe or Pamela. He pushed down that feeling of shock however, and perhaps there was a little outrage there as well. They were unnecessary emotions that would only make whatever situation he had walked into even worse.

Instead he cleared his throat, his tone turning into something detached and laconic.

"I do appreciate your enthusiasm, but I do maintain office hours for most. Simply scheduling an appointment would have proved much easier for both of us, I'm sure."