"Mister Swriker?" "Yes?" "I wove you" "I love you too kid."
Striker awoke. He sighed. " Another Dream..." He growled and got out of bed. Striker stretched and stepped into the bathroom, he turned the shower on and slipped out of his boxers. Striker relaxed and smiled as the hot water crashed into his dark scales. Striker washed up and got out. After he got dried and changed into a pair of dark blue jeans and a black shirt, he grabbed a needle and stuck it into his arm. He growled in pain as he started to turn human. His hair was jet black, and his eyes were dark green hazel. Striker took the needle out of his arm and put his shoes on. He stood 8 and a half feet tall in his true form, now human, he stood 6 feet tall, slouching a bit when walking lowered his 6 feet height. He left his room and went down stairs into the kitchen. The house was very nice, the hall to the front door and at the other end was the stairs had a black and white polished tiled floor. The walls were white and paintings hung on them. The living room next to the front door had a wooden polished floor, a flat screen TV, a leather chair and a comfy couch, a coffie table, and a few plants and a bookshelf. The kitchen also had a tiled floor, white polished. It had a table, counters, a fridge, oven and microwave, cabbnets, a sink and the back door.
Striker grabbed a bottled water and headed out the front door, he walked down the side walk, the air was misty since to was only 6:35 AM, he had to be at the asylum at 8:00 Am. He had no car so he had to walk. Gretchen noticed him and pulled her shiny grey car up to him. " Striker, would you like a ride?Its very cold this morning. " She said. Striker turned his head slightly and shivered. "Thanks ." He got into the cars passenger side and buckled in. "Its no problem, Striker. If you'd like, I could be your carpool?" "Yeah, that'd help a lot , Dr. Whistler ." He replied. "Please, call me Gretchen when were not working." She said with a smile. "Alright...Gretchen?" "Yes" "Um, who are you interviewing today?" He asked. Striker was only an intern at the moment and never got to interview a high level criminal before. " Dr. Crane and Harley Quinn, why do you ask?" "Umm. I wanted to know if I could get into an interview, I mean I've worked here for awhile now... " He said and she sighed. "Striker, these criminals are people you don't want to mess with, they won't hesitate to hurt you...or kill you." "I know but still, I'm willing to take that risk." "Fine. I'll let you interview Harley, but I will be in there with you." She said. "Okay, thank you." He smiled and she nodded as they went past the sign to Arkham.
Author Notes. "Please tell me if you like it, sorry if it sucks a bit, I'm a bit impatient haha!"