"Ice cream… Must… Have… Ice cream…" I muttered, trying to crawl out of bed but with no success. It's sort of difficult to do with an insane criminal and fiancé holding onto you though. Like, really difficult. Jack Napier merely grumbled and pulled me closer. I closed my eyes and sighed irritably. I had really wanted that ice cream as well…

Changing my tactics, I shoved Jack off of me and then dove off the bed. He sprang awake, very noisily I might add, and I couldn't help but laugh at him as I ran out of the bedroom. If he caught me, I wouldn't be allowed ice cream for a day. That just wouldn't work. I heard thundering footsteps behind me and I accelerated, leaping over the bannister to land softly on the floor below. I had gotten so used to doing that now; I could do it almost effortlessly. Fortunately, Jack hadn't. He took the stairs instead. I gained a few more seconds, thank God, and I pretty much flew into the kitchen.

I liked our kitchen. It was large and easy to move around in. The counter was dark shined granite and all of the cabinets are a medium toned wood. Just the typical kitchen. But the fridge was more ice cream than necessary food. Which I had no problem with. I threw the freezer door open and took out the tub quickly. Shutting the door with my hip, I grabbed two spoons from a drawer and turned around to find Jack standing at the door.

"Oh, did I wake you? My bad." I taunted 'sweetly', and held out a spoon. He looked at it and then at me. He couldn't resist ice cream as much as I could. "Just this once." Jack warned me and I nodded with an amused smirk. He said that every time. I opened the tub and spooned out some of the ice cream. I then extended the spoon towards him and he took it almost immediately. Jack hadn't worn his ice cream in a while now. We had decided to stay low for a few months. Tomorrow would be the day we made our dramatic return. Gotham was seriously lacking in crime now, which pains me. Hello, the Mayor still needed to die a painful death!

Speaking of the Mayor and his much-needed death, I should mention that my heart is hurting. It's been aching since Jack and I moved to our lovely home. The house was huge. Too big for just two people. Every time I thought of the Mayor, I thought of Emily and how much she would have loved to see this house and Jack and I together. I still needed to avenge her but until then, I had to wait and bide my time. But still, the absence of a family member or a best friend was weighing heavily on me. I needed someone to talk to about girl stuff, as much as I despised it. I haven't spoken to anyone but Jack for the past few months. It hurts your mind, only talking to one person, despite the fact that they're your significant other or whatever. But Jack had proposed a few weeks ago. He had yet to find a ring.

"It's a good thing one of us can draw." I muttered as we walked on the roof of Gotham's Art Gallery. Jack ignored my sarcastic comment but nudged my shoulder with his. Our makeup/masks were on. This was our big come-back. Or at least, something to give the public a little 'sizzle'. The message was pretty clear as well. Nothing like a nice and clear message of death. We had decided that we would be on our own for the most of it; no hired goons unless necessary. But, for this little event, we did pay someone with clearance to, uh… put something up.

Slowly, we moved our way through the skylight window. Lucky for us, the window was due to be cleaned. So, we lowered ourselves through carefully and landed on a… thing. What are they? A window cleaners scaffolding? I don't even know. Our big beginning.

"Greetings, ladies and gentlemen." Jack called out loudly. Everyone stopped their casual and dull observing of the paintings and looked up at us. To my glee, everyone froze. "Charming to see you all again. How have you all been? Good? Not so good? Awful? Okay, we don't care." Jack spoke vigorously, which nearly made me laugh.

"Oh, we have missed you. But, now is not the time for pleasantries." I told them all and I felt all of their eyes shift to me. Pressure, much? "We just wanted to let you all know that we're not gone. We're still here." I explained our little 'entrance'. Jack smirked a little and put an arm around my shoulder, giving off the impression that we were just chummy.

"So, as we speak, a new piece of art is being submitted. You'll be able to view it as soon as we're outta here. The artist is the lovely Solace standing here beside me." Jack took on the impression of some kind of art guide. It sounded pretty weird. The crowd was chattering lowly between themselves. It irked me that they didn't have the courtesy of being silent. Honestly. "Did your parents not teach you that it's rude to speak over someone else? I thought civilians were polite." I said the last comment to Jack, trying to spark a reaction. Get a fuse going. It succeeded.

"We're not afraid of you." One man shouted out aggressively. I frowned down at him. Did I ask for him to be afraid? No. Did I ask for him to speak back? No. Did I ask for him to irritate me? No. "You know, I don't recall permitting you to speak. Nor do I recall telling you that you needed to be afraid of us. I figured that you would work it out. Well done you on that, by the way. Very well done, I'm so proud." I said sardonically. He shut up, shocked at my somewhat casual speech. I shrugged at him. "You forget the fact that I'm human too. I'm a monster but then again… all humans are."

"Can we go now? These guys are boring me with their dull reactions." I asked Jack and he grinned evilly. He looked down at the crowds beneath us.
"So happy to see all of you again, but we have some more pressing matters to attend to."
"Not that you're not interesting, of course. You can be very interesting. Just… not right now." I explained quickly, acting as though I didn't want to offend them. Jack nodded at me.
"And so we bid you all… Farewell." We bowed and turned away.

Jack threw down a smoke grenade and they didn't see us leave. But they did see the painting I had done on the 'Emotional' Art corridor. Would you like to know what it? Of course you would. It was red in the background and was spotted in the way a comic is. It's a picture of Jack and I standing back to back with Jack holding a small figure hanging from a hangman's noose, us in black and white. You could identify the figure with the noose as the Mayor. And all around the picture were 'HA HA HA HA' everywhere, in crazed red paint. I'll admit, I'm very proud of it.

"Well, that went well." Jack said with a big smile and we hopped into a helicopter that we had stationed there before. Jack had experience flying helicopters. Don't ask. It's a weird story. He sat himself in the pilot's seat, not bothering with a helmet, a mic or any head phones. He just sat and drove. I stood beside him and I couldn't help but feel like we were on that bus again, the first time I had ever met him. And he pretty much invited me to be his partner. I smiled at the memory. What we had in store for the city was going to be simply spectacular.

So, this is a duo-story. Or whatever you actually call it. Anywho, this is a story by myself and Asreil the Cat. The story shall be posted on my account and next chapter belongs to her. That's how it's probably going to work. In any case, chapters from Jack or Sony's point of view belong to me. Asreil writes her character's POV. I'm not going to reveal their name just yet but you'll like them ;) Anyway, the ENTIRE plot is impro. We haven't discussed any sort of plot, outline or other major characters. If I write something unexpected, Asreil is going to improvise and develop it, unless I request an extra chapter or something and vice versa. So, hope you like this experiment! Cheers folks. Adios.

Luna