A/N: You won't believe it – I was actually watching Alvin and the Chipmunks when I thought of this. SERIOUSLY! It was the scene just after Simon gets his glasses where Dave finds they shoved their mess under the rug and I'm like 'dude, you can't just shove it under the rug, it's your problem, deal with it!' and then my mind went into writing mode.
So, enjoy Swept under the Rug!
Sometimes I wish it would all just go away.
All the guns, the showdowns, they breakouts and the breakins, the lies he's been feeding me and this whole business with the Batman.
I couldn't have met a respectable doctor, or lawyer, or anything like that, no, not Harleen Quinzel. No, I had to go and fall in love with a crazy, people killing-masochistic clown.
And people ask me why I'm so screwed up. It's something I hear all the time, along with 'and she had so much potential'. I didn't throw it all away! Or at least I don't think I did…
Nothing I do is ever right in his eyes. But I love him all the same, hoping that one day something I do will make him see me as I see him. But it will never be – the reasonable part of me always tells me so.
My only option is to sweep it under the rug like a fine layer of dust – hide it away and pretend it isn't there.