Seven Deadly Sins.
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Sloth.
Some days. Oh, yes, some days. Not all, but some. Some days… I just don't want to do anything. It's not so much that I don't want to, really, because I do. No, it's more like…
Hm.
It's nice to just sit and do nothing. It's also nice to play with my favourite little Batsy, but sitting is nice, too.
Usually, my energy gets in the way. Mother always did say I was energetic. Father didn't like that. Father yelled. I never listened.
Oh, yes, that's how I got these scars.
Mother said not to run with scissors. Never believed her. And look what happened.
Trip!
Anyway.
I like to sit and watch clouds. Scary says it's good to stay calm. Then again, he's a drug addict.
What to do… So I sit. Waiting on a little…
Inspiration.
It's nice.
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Greed.
That Russian guy. He was funny. But he cared too much about money. Never understood that.
It was only my half, anyway.
Hope he's doing well.
But really. Money? Not an issue. I don't think so. No. No. No, it's not an issue with me. Little green, some scratch to get by. That's all I need.
68 million's a lot?
The mob sure didn't think so.
Hm.
But. Money. It has to be something.
Something to get us a little closer to insanity.
It's cute, I think.
Hm. Money.
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Wrath.
I like to think I'm… controlled. What? The Batman hostage? Oh, he caught me on a bad day. Promise.
I swear.
But… I'm pretty mellow. Always smiling, yeah? Yeah. Big, happy smiles. And why not?
The world is so hilarious.
I can't help but laugh. Too funny.
See, the best part is, everyone is in on the joke. They believe it. I think that's the best part, really. They're all a part of the act.
All the world's a stage!
So how could I be angry?
Ridiculous.
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Gluttony.
Oh, this is just ridiculous. Gluttony? How boring. Honestly.
Do I look like I have a problem with gluttony?
Really.
No, I'm not in denial. I don't have a problem with this one!
I DO NOT.
You, listen to me. Listen! I do not have a problem with eating! What do I look like? A fifteen year old girl?
…
I like eating like everyone else.
Can we just move on already?
God.
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Envy.
Why kill Rachel Dawes? Easy. She was Harvey's blushing bride to be. But… it wasn't personal.
Well.
Not with Harvey, anyway.
Who did Rachel think she was? Stomping like she's such a big deal?
And the way he threw himself after her.
Hm.
What? I'm not jealous. More like… wishful. Well, not even that. Heh. Getting words mixed up.
What did you put in me?
Ah.
Well, I'm not jealous. Not exactly. No… Envious, maybe.
Never jealous.
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Pride.
I'll be honest with you. I'll level. I love my job.
I can really get into my assignment.
What? Ha! Oh, no, you misunderstood. I'm not working for anyone.
But my assignments. I get them from up here. Hm.
My assignments… I like them. I get to get really creative. Planning's a bit tricky.
But I manage.
And really, at the end of the day, you have to take pride in what you do.
And boy do I take and take and take…
Hm.
I love my job.
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Lust.
Dangerous territory, that. But… I'll talk.
I have a problem with lust. I never want things. I need them. I have to have them. I can't live without them.
So guess who makes that list? Hm? Hee.
Ha. Ha.
You probably guessed right. How good for you.
But… that's kind of the problem.
He didn't want me. He doesn't want me. But I know he will. Madness… is gravitational.
Magnetic, even.
He can't resist forever, can he?
Nope… I'll wait, though. Because I need him. Because I can't live without.
Have you ever lived with only half of yourself? It's hard. Damn near impossible on some days. But that's when I plant bombs, you see. Just a little love note.
'Hi, honey. Miss you lots. Come see me soon! I'll be waiting.'
I'll be waiting every damned time. Because I'm loyal to those I love. I'll never loose interest.
Not in him.