What is yours but you can't actually hold ?
Chapter IX
I'm sat in the back of Detective Harvey Bullock's car, looking out of the window. Apparently I'm needed, I'm quoting here; "People trust me and I can make them talk without even trying." I'm not sure whether or not that's a good thing. I guess it's my job to make people talk and come off as trustworthy. But the fact I'm using these skills eventually betray them left a sour feeling in my palate. However the thing that left me with the sourest feeling was the fact I was sitting next to Oswald Cobblepot.
The mob leader, the murderer, the maniac.
The Penguin.
Cobblepot was a rather skinny young man of average height, pale skin and noticeably bright and piercing blue eyes. His nose was slightly crooked and pointy, like a beak and it's rather unnerving how much he smiles. His black hair looked like it was constantly wet and messily plastered on his head, with some spiky ends pointing erratically at the top of his head. His attire consisted of a white shirt with a black, Continental Cross tie with its ends tucked inside a silk, purple checkered waistcoat and a black coat with dark green lapels, black pants and matching shoes. I am telling my father to throw away his Continental Cross tie.
I founded his eyes looking at me, I turned to look at him is piercing eyes searching mine. His stare sent I shiver down my spine, filling me with a feeling of fear mixed with disgust. I pulled the knife from my bag, pressing down on the button revealing the glinting blade to him. He smirked at me. In all this time I had been alive I had never found someone who fits the word smirking so much.
Seriously Jim! You're bringing him along? Oswald Cobblepot, known criminal? I thought angrily.
Oswald looked at me again, smiling at my fury. He was revelling in the fact but I couldn't stop the thriving anger. I wasn't saying these things aloud but he could tell from my expression that I would much rather be anywhere else. I was hard to decide whether or not I would prefer to be sitting next to Cobblepot or looking at Jerome in prison.
"Nice to know I have fans," he chuckled.
Jim, are you a moron? You know full well I am a capable enough to get you information on anything in less than half an hour. So instead of waiting for me, you make a deal with the devil, what did you give him Jim?
A breathy chuckle escaped from the lips of the mobster sitting beside me. I stretched as far away from him as I could.
"I know you're upset Skye, I can see your face in the mirror. I can't keep putting your job on the line," he said calmly.
"But you're fine me putting me life on the line," I snapped finally, my anger writhing now.
"Ooh snap," Oswald laughed.
I wanted to elbow him so badly in the ribcage. He gave me a rather menacing smile, in response to this I shrunk back slightly.
"Be careful where you tread, girl. If you weren't James' friend, you would be in a predicament right now," he smiled a cold smile, that didn't reach his eyes and the menace of his words was enough to scare me.
"You sure about this, Penguin? You're telling me this is where Loeb keeps 20 years of dirty secrets? Doesn't feel right," Harvey asked suspiciously.
This is when we drove up to an old rather large house in the country side. It was old and rickety, covered by a tree of ivy looping around the beams holding the house upright. There were large clumps of green bushes, leading us towards the doorway. It looked like a house where old people may choose to settle, not somewhere a corrupt police commissioner would hide his secret files. It reminded me a lot of my old farm back in Exeter. The large field out back though, surprisingly was not filled with animals of produce. It was barren.
"Well, maybe that's the point. No one would suspect it. What would you prefer, Detective Bullock? A sign saying "Super-secret blackmail hoard"?" Oswald retorted.
If it had been someone else, it may have been marginally funny, the fact it was Cobblepot made it sickening.
"You know, the last time the three of us took a ride, you were in the trunk. I liked that better," Harvey's words were like poison.
I let out of laugh, I wished he was in the trunk as well, I was not enjoying looking at him or conversing with him either. He shoot me a look of daggers which I shrugged off, despite the shivers.
"I told you, I overheard Falcone on the phone to Loeb. He said the farm was safe. Now, I'll wait here, and when you're done, flash the lights or something," Oswald said.
I rolled my eyes, if I was going out into the creepy old house probably filled with rats, this snaky, slippery son of a gun was coming as well. Whether he liked it or not, I would personally prefer if he didn't.
"Uh-uh. You're coming along," Jim insisted.
"But if whoever's inside sees me and reports back to Falcone..." he stuttered.
I sneered at him, enjoying his discomfort. I wasn't usually one to wish pain upon anyone, but since he was evil and had caused so much pain for others it was only right he got his comeuppance.
"Then you'll be in some really deep doo. What'd you think, huh? We were gonna go do your dirty work, and then you were just gonna waltz in and pick through the leavings? Have some respect," Harvey jeered.
Suddenly there was a knock on the window of the car. I gasped, racking my brain for a cover story. It was an old man, his hair was grey and thinning, barely sticking to his scalp. It seemed as if a large gust of wind were to come out of nowhere, his hair would fall off completely. His nose was rather large and was the most defining feature of his face. His ears were also big, I knew this was because a man's nose and ears never stopped growing. I was glad women's did though. His face was creased with wrinkles, mainly around his eyes and forehead, there were also indents in his cheeks. His eyes were a hazel shade and he wore a brown checked shirt.
"You fellas lost?" he asked us.
Fellas? Do I look like a bloke?
"Good evening, sir. We were sent by Commissioner Loeb. Might we have a word? Out of the cold?" Oswald spoke sweetly.
"Well, Marge is putting on some tea," he chuckled.
Harvey drove the car into the small driveway, parking it, putting the keys in his pockets. We walked through the door of the old house, into a rather comfortable and cosy living room. The wallpaper was of a floral kind, the floor was carpeted in with a beige like patterned carpet. Clearly these people had never watched a show on interior design. It looked horrible, a mishmash of everything I hated. Around the large windows there were tasselled green curtains with cold thread around the edge. We were sat down at a small circular table, I was placed next to Oswald. Behind the table there was a large bookcase, which if I was allowed I would love to peruse.
"I love your house. It's so cosy," Oswald commented.
I hated to admit it, but he was good at talking shit, and these old people were believing every word of it.
"Thank you," the old woman, Marge, said.
Marge, had dyed sandy blonde hair styled into what I assumed to be a sort of a perm. Her eyes were a green colour, which sparkled in the lighting of the room. She wore a navy blue dress, coloured in small pink flowers, underneath the dress she had a long sleeved white blouse.
"How long have you two been here?" Oswald asked, keeping conversation going.
"Oh, well, about, uh, 20 years. Ever since Mr. Loeb bought the place. Hard to believe. Time, boy," Marge smiled fondly.
I smiled at the older woman who returned the smile as well. She poured me a mug of tea, which I took a sip from. When I took a sip, I realised it was green tea, I loved the sweet taste with a mild nutty undertone.
"You should've seen Margie back then. Hot to trot," the old man, Jude, laughed.
"What were you doing before that?" I asked them.
I was then served a large slice of Baked Alaska. Hot and cold all at the same time. Baked Alaska is simply a slice of cake with ice cream and then topped with meringue. The meringue is then torched until the tips are browned. Simple, but a wonderful dessert.
"Oh, nothing much. Uh, Margie was a nurse over at Arkham. And I working on the rail road," Jude told us.
He then imitated the sound of a train whistle, we all laughed. Harvey's was the most forced though.
"If you don't mind me asking dear, are you two together?" Marge asked looking at me and Oswald.
I spluttered on my tea slightly, I had to hit my chest slightly to stop me from choking completely. Harvey let out a massive laugh and Jim cringed. Oswald slipped an arm around my shoulder and all I wanted to do was cry.
"Yes, we're getting married in the spring aren't we, pumpkin?" he smiled.
I smiled the biggest, fakest smile I had, nodding silently while I envisioned the things I would do to my fiancé after this. Let me tell you they were not pleasant or ladylike. Marge smiled fondly, clearly she was one of though hopeless romantic types.
"Why are you lot here?" Jude questioned.
"Oh, uh, inspection. Commissioner Loeb has some concerns about security," Jim covered.
He nodded, then his face crumpled with confusion.
"We didn't hear nothing about it," he said.
"You didn't get a letter?" Harvey asked.
"No," Marge replied.
Harvey looked at Jim and shrugged slightly.
"That's odd. Y-You should have gotten a letter," Oswald commented.
"You got I.D.?" Marge asked.
"Well, I don't know that that's necessary," Jude reassured his wife.
Harvey, Jim and I all pulled out our golden GCPD pages, placing them on the table for the old people to see them. Oswald, however did not have a badge.
"No, no. It's fine. Jim Gordon, GCPD. This is Detective Bullock. That's Doctor Hunter. We're on the Commissioner's personal detail," Jim explained.
Jude nodded, believing us. Marge however seemed more sceptical, looking over at Oswald.
"He don't look like a cop," she noted.
"I'm undercover," he responded.
Overhead there was a distant thumping, that sounded an awful lot like a person, moving around upstairs.
"Damn raccoons," Jude cursed.
Though I had never encountered a raccoon I knew they did not sound like that, or weighed that much either.
"Jim, what do you say we get on with our inspection? Mm. Perhaps you wouldn't mind showing us around," Harvey suggested.
"Oh, absolutely. Marge, would you mind fetching my keys?" Jude said.
"Sure," she replied.
She walked off into the kitchen, to go get the old man's keys. We all stood up, getting ready to make a move around the large house.
"Now, listen, before you go, you fellas have got to get a piece of Marge's cake. She makes it with sour cream. Tastes like a warm Sunday morning," Jude insisted.
I'm not a fella. They both declined the offer of cake, I secretly wanted I slice but I knew that would be greedy. Again there was the distant thumping, louder this time though.
"That's one hell of a big raccoon. Maybe we should start upstairs," Harvey recommended.
"Oh, just wait a lick for the keys. Margie-pie, that was quick," he said as she walked through the door.
She returned with a large shotgun in her hands. My heart nearly skipped a beat as she opened fire, the blasts like raining shots of light. I pushed Oswald to the floor, keeping him from the raining fire. Harvey shot the old man, and he fell to the floor groaning. Oswald went to crawl away but is confronted by Marge, he knelt down with his hands in the air.
"Freeze!" she screamed.
I crawled behind the old woman, grabbing a plate and smashing it over her head, watching as she collapsed to the floor unconscious. I pulled Oswald up by the hand, bringing him to his feet.
"Thanks, Skye. You saved my li..." he began.
I stopped him, handing him the gun from the old woman, I didn't want his thanks and I certainly didn't want to save him, but Jim needed him. I trusted Jim, so I went along with it.
"Watch them," I commanded.
I followed Jim and Harvey out of the room up the old shaky staircase, as we ascended I heard Oswald speaking.
"You're lucky I have a soft spot for old ladies."
We headed up to the locked attic and through some force from Harvey we managed to open the door. I was shocked to see a thirty something women, humming a tune to herself and dancing around.
"Oh," she smiled excitedly.
This woman was ruffled, her blonde hair was sticking out and completely bedraggled. Her eyes were a green colour, and her lips painted a pink colour. She wore a duck egg coloured dress, with a plated skirt. She had a matching cardigan. Around her wrist she had a golden charm bracelet.
"Uh... I-It's so quiet downstairs. Is the party over? I-I prepared a song. It includes a dance and everything," she mumbled.
"Who the hell are you?" Harvey questioned.
"I'm Miriam Loeb. Did-did my father send you?" she stuttered.
She showed us to a small table, where we all took a seat in the small iron chairs. She looks so pleased to have visitors, I suspected she was lonely. So this is what Loeb is hiding. His daughter.
"So, Miriam, you live up here all the time?" Jim inquired softly.
"Always. Uh, ever since... I, uh... I'm not alone though. Father comes to visit on Sundays. And we listen to the radio and play checkers. He always lets me win," she smiled fondly.
I felt a river of sympathy flood over me, I wondered why on earth a young woman be confined to four walls of this cramped attic? It was made of oak wood, with large beams holding it up. The smell of mould clung to the air, and the room creaked under the pressure from all of us being up here at once.
"My dad used to do the same thing," Jim told her kindly. That was the first time I had ever heard Jim speak of his father.
"Oh. Really? Fathers are funny like that, aren't they?" she commented.
Harvey rolled his eyes, sighing slightly. Harvey was not the most patient and kind man in the whole of Gotham city. But he was doing what he had to survive, and I respected that.
"Yeah, your dad's a real hoot," Harvey's words were dripping with sarcasm.
I elbowed him the chest, telling him to shut up. Harvey is not a people person.
"Does he keep other stuff up here? Like important papers or files or maybe rooms full of boxes?" Jim questioned.
She shook her head vicariously, as if worried by such a accusation.
"No. Why would he do that?" she seemed startled.
"This is a waste of time," Harvey whispered.
I sighed slightly, I could tell that Miriam wasn't very well. She was not very confident and stuttered often. The fact she didn't keep herself very tidy either was another giveaway. The isolation was not healthy for any human being, it was clear it had an effect on her.
"Miriam... what happened to your mother?" Jim asked gently.
"She... died. I, um... I've started a new hobby. Would you like to see?" she changed the subject swiftly. Understandable.
"Sure," I said.
She walked away, rummaging through her stuff at the back of the room.
"Oh, great," Harvey quieten his tone now "What are you doing? Loeb's wife died 20 years ago. Skull fracture from a fall down the stairs. Miriam would've been a teenager. So you think Loeb killed her? She was the witness? That's why he keeps her cooped up here?"
"You said I wasn't the only one with a Cobblepot. Maybe this is his," Jim suggested.
I nodded, agreeing with his theory. Why else would he keep his daughter cooped up in the attic, it's clearly making her sick. I was mentally prescribing sometime in Arkham Asylum. Then again Jerome is there, probably wouldn't be the best place to send her. Maybe England, there are loads of places that could help her there. Or Metropolis, it's nice there.
"I started making jewellery," she told us.
"What's it made of?" I asked intrigued.
She showed us, it was a bunch of bones hanging of thin chain. It looked like a small corpse hanging on a thread of what looked like her hair. I shivered. Harvey shared the same look of disgust upon his features.
"Bones. Starlings. They, uh... they land on my windowsill, and... You can catch them if you're really silent and still." She whispered now, holding her hand to her chest "And I can be really silent and still. Silent as a mouse."
I gulped and looked at Harvey, whose hand now lingered on his gun, she did not look mentally stable or capable of dealing with the situation we had brought her into.
"Then what do you do?" Jim asked.
"I... crush the back of their heads. I just press down with my thumb." She cracked the bones in her hands. "It makes, like, a... a popping noise." Again she cracked the bones. "Pop." One last time she cracked the bones, I couldn't help but flinch.
"Miriam... can you tell us about your mother's death?" Jim pressed.
She smiled sadly looking at us, her eyes filled with memories and tears.
"I'm a good person." She sniffled. "Sometimes good people make mistakes. That's what Father said."
"Did you make a mistake with your mother? Was it like what happens with the birds?" Jim inquired.
I looked at the girl, now seeing the full depths of her insanity. I knew fair well from my psychology course, that children and people who harm animals are usually psychopaths. According to the Macdonald Triad if she harms animals, has an obsession with fire and persistent bedwetting past a certain age. I would have to check this out later and then I might be able to get her some help.
"No. Not like with the birds. Silly." She sniffled again. "I had to use a candlestick on her. She wouldn't stop singing either. She knew that it was my night. I was supposed to perform at dinner. Not her," she hissed slightly.
"So you hit her and she stopped. And your dad covered it up," Jim came to the conclusion.
"He knew that it was my night," she mumbled.
I heard the rippling of a gunshot through the air, I panicked. I heard a hammering on the door from someone, I assumed it was Oswald. I hoped to hell he wasn't bleeding out, I never did pass the first aid course. Somehow I don't think we could get Ed here in time to save him. The door is busted open and Oswald runs in, his face plastered with fear.
"I'm sorry, Jim. They-they came at me. I tried..." he apologised.
An engine from a car started outside, I assumed it was Jude and Marge running away. We all ran down the stairs, I looked out of the window and to my dismay, the couple had already made a run for it.
"Did you find what Loeb's hiding? Is it here?" Oswald asked.
If I were you Cobblepot, I wouldn't want to spend five minutes with Miriam. She was clearly unstable.
"Yes," Jim replied.
"Well, a deal's a deal. You have to let me in there," he demanded.
Miriam clasped her hands together with excitement on seeing Cobblepot, she smiled at me excitedly.
"Who's he? He looks just like a bird. Oh, I love birds," she smiled.
I took a step between her and Cobblepot, making sure she couldn't break his neck, I didn't doubt her ability to do so, and right now we still needed him alive. If he ever told anyone that lie that we were dating, I might set her on him, if I so pleased.
When I came back to the GCPD, to see Commissioner Loeb standing beside Jim on the elevated platform, he was shaking his hand as the journalists snapped pictures and wrote down everything being said.
"It's become something of a habit to stand up here with Detective Gordon, but with the coming election for president of the policemen's union, there's no man I'd rather support," Loeb told the press.
"Thank you, Commissioner Loeb. It's a new day in the GCPD," he declared.
He shook the hand of the Commissioner firmly. I clapped my hands together excitedly, letting out a little cheer. Jim deserved this more than anyone else I knew in the GCPD.
I ran up the stairs to the elevated platform, wrapping my arms around him tightly. He laughed and hugged me back firmly. I pulled away from him and gave him a beaming smile.
"I'm so proud of you, you deserve this," I beamed.
"I couldn't have done it without you Skye, we can make this town a safer place, together," he said.
"Together," I repeated blushing.
I said my goodbyes to Jim, letting him to speak to Harvey and I made my way to my office. I pulled out a tube full of lip gloss, a champagne pink colour. I applied it generously to my lips, making sure it didn't go over the edge of my lips. I pressed my lips together to make sure the spread was equal. I pushed a strand of blue hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear lobe. I looked at myself in the mirror, smiling nervously. I was wearing a sleeveless dress with lace overlay top and contrasting bow detail waistband, it was mint green in colour. Around my neck I wore a Sterling Silver Dragonfly Charm Necklace. My friend Viola bought it for me on our graduation, and I in turn bought her a Silver Plate Fig leaf Heart Necklace. On my feet I wore cream coloured swede ballet pumps with a bow on the front of it.
I was strangely worried about going out to get drinks with Ed. There were just so many variables, so many variables that could go wrong. First of all Gotham at night was dangerous, I had an inkling I would have to protect Ed if we got into any trouble. Secondly I wasn't the best of drinkers, Viola could tell you that, I was a light weight. And lastly I had this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach every time I thought about Ed. It resembled the same weird feeling I had when I was around Jim. I didn't like Ed? Did I? I pulled my pink jacket over my shoulders, doing up the golden buttons. I ran down there stairs, excitedly.
My eyes were met by the familiar sight of Ed Nygma, he was earring the same brown suit as before, with a green tie. I smiled at him, walking over to him.
"Hey, hey Ed," I greeted him.
"Hello Skye," he responded.
We walked out of the office, together hailing a cab and taking a long, awkward ride to the classiest bar in the whole town. I looked out of the window, taking in the sight of the city in the evening. The lights were shimmering in the city, a glowing phenomenon, and the bright neon lights were illuminating the night with the vibrant colours, enticing rich people to them like moths to a flame. The sun drowned in the horizon, its rays of light glimmering in the darkness of the clouds faded and the pale moon peeked at me from the stars. Gotham was not the most enchanting city by day, but now in the early evening the nightlife made the city come to life with a newfound beauty I had never been able to see before.
We came to a deep chestnut coloured door, with lights hanging around the door giving it a warm and light appearance. Ed pushed open the door, holding it open for me so gentlemanly. There was a brewery behind the building with its metal exterior hidden from the street. The walls were a variety of brown hues that glowed golden from the yellow lights hanging from the rafters. The interior had a warm glow to it to have a homey feel. This homey feeling cause the people to forget their worries and chat with the locals. The pub is a place that is not too small but not a nightclub either. Some people enjoy the beer, wine, and spirits but a few overdue it and sometimes it they get rowdy and have to leave. It is peaceful and homey once again. Eventually the Gotham folk leave the pub for what some of the men call "their other home" with their wives and children.
We took a seat at the bar, up on the high plush mauve coloured stools. I leant across the bar, ignoring the sticky and wet substances clinging to the wood. I ordered two glasses of champagne for the both of us, I assumed Ed liked it, it was a sophisticated drink and let me tell you expensive. He better like it. I passed him the long silver coloured flute glass, filled to the brim with the sparkling wine. I took a gentle sip of the drink, it was refreshing and bubbly drink. The bubbles made their way up to my nose, making me hiccup slightly. I couldn't help but laugh at the silly noises escaping from my mouth. Ed chuckled slightly as well, as I continued to hiccup.
"Many have heard me, but nobody has seen me, and I will not speak back until spoken to. What am I?" Ed questioned me.
This time I had to think for a second, it was clear he was trying to stump me, just the way Tom was trying to stump Ed. However I was more of an admiral adversary than Tom.
"An echo," I answered. "Got one for you Nygma, A window cleaner is cleaning a window on the 25th floor of a skyscraper when, suddenly, he slips and falls. He has no safety equipment and nothing to soften his fall, and yet he is not hurt. How can this be?" I puzzled him.
He thought for a second, wracking his brain for an answer, then it clicked in his mind, I could tell this because his soft brown eyes glistened with excitement.
"He was inside cleaning windows," he declared.
Then we sat in a rather comfortable silence, just enjoying each other's company and good drinks. It was nice to be away from the bustle of the police department and to have time just to relax, without worrying what might happen if you muck up.
"Tell me about yourself, Skye, I know nothing about you," Ed said. "I have spent many nights puzzling over what kind of a woman you are."
I rolled my eyes, sighing. I hated talking about myself, I would much rather spend time learning about others than indulging myself on my life story.
"There's really not much to tell… Well, here we go. I was born in Exeter on a small farm on the outskirts of the city, I lived with my parents Freddie and Sandra, and they were simple small town farmers who also worked part time at the local shop. I grew up relatively normal, going to school, working on the farm and not doing much really. I spent most of my days fixing stuff in the shed, like radio transmissions and such things. When I wasn't doing that I would be working on the Rubix Cube, I wanted to do it in under a minute. After practising for over a year I can now do it in forty three seconds flat. I graduated secondary school at sixteen, I then went on to do my degree in criminology, I then spent the next eight years completing my doctrine, I earnt a scholarship for Cambridge University, and now I'm here, about 3,800 miles away, give or take," I told him.
Wow, I have never realised how boring my life was until I came to Gotham. I spent my whole life studying, never interacting with normal people, I would of stayed that way if wasn't here. It may have been weird and scary but it was the most thrilling thing I have ever done.
"What about you Ed?" I questioned.
"Well, I earned my degree in forensics from Gotham University, I hope to one day return to do a doctrine, however it is necessary to get experience before doing more studying. Prior to my job at the GCPD, I won the Whippleburn Prize for excellence in criminal science writing for an article titled "What's Wrong with This Right? Preventing False Positives at Crime Scenes." I also authored other pieces for journals such as Evidence Quarterly, For Your Record and Post-Mortem Monthly," he told me.
I smiled, I guessed we were both rather impressive young people, people of science and knowledge. Maybe we were more similar than I first thought.
"I can do the Rubix Cube in forty seconds," he boasted.
"Well I'm a doctor," I replied, my voice ringing with a hint of sass.
"Touché," he laughed.
We spent the rest of the night, chuckling and making witty banter about things no one else in the bar had the mental capacity to understand. I also learnt about Ed's love for video games, he insisted I come round some time and play with him, it's been a long time since I played video games. When we finally left the bar, it was twelve o'clock and the sky was filled with the shimmering stars, brightening up the night sky. I gave Ed I brief hug before walking off into the distance before I left he told me how much it meant to him that we were friends, I agreed. However I couldn't ignore the fact I wished we were something more than just friends.
My Heart.
Evening Gotham!
It feels like an age since I've been away, even though it's just been a week. I have been very busy with school and rehearsals for Romeo and Juliet but luckily I managed to find some silence in my life to upload the latest chapter.
You lovely bunch are making my week, free virtual cookies for you all!
Dear: Apollo Holmes, Yes poor me :'( I hope you enjoyed it!
Sapphire Roz, You know me, always tugging on the heartstrings of you readers! She does! I hope they bring her in some way on the show. Yep, Batman would be Terra's sidekick! Yet... *laughs evilly*
Rachael torie b, Typical Jim for you! I was confused in the episode too, I think it was so they could talk without someone ratting them out. I am genuinely humbled that you love Skye so much that you used her as a example! I hope you got a great grade for that! That is a very great character analysis, and very true with Skye. They are different people and have different qualities to bring to the plate. Because Kristen isn't that great! ED OPEN YOU EYES FOOL! YES! I'M SO HAPPY FOR MY OTP! We can move in with Jerome together, it would be banterlicious. My parents already know I'm crazy, luckily they don't know about Skye and Ed or they would be sending me off to Arkham! Yes, I hope their date was cute enough! And they kissed! On the cheek! WHY DO YOU WANT TO BE JUST FRIENDS EDWARD?! I have a little chapter where we get to meet Mr and Mrs Hunter, oh and Ed meets them too. It's that awkward moment when your boyfriend meets your parents. Slightly good, slightly bad. Good because he cares, bad because it's illegal. I have their album and love all of it! Maybe Skye is secretly BatWoman? But then again purple and yellow isn't her style. Alfred could watch the rugby with Skye and they could complain about how crud England are right now. IF CHOCOLATE DIES I DIE! I shall be making a big glitter order tonight! Yeah, they need Jim back there! How about we let Ed in as well, he's doing illegal things too! If you like could drowning you should listen to Drown in You by Daughtry! Harvey isn't even that good of a name! Don't forget Alfred, Harvey Bullock and Bruce Wayne! No one wants her hurt! SASS SQUAD! Yes, she has a thing for fools whether they're brave fools (Jim) or unique fools (Ed) Crazy doesn't even cover it!
Max000, Why thank you! Yes you are right, Ed and Skye are very proud!
Guest, THEY KISSED! I KNOW IT'S BEAUTIFUL! SWEET BEAUTIFUL ROMANCE! I would hate her to just stand around doing nothing, Skye is a strong female character that does what it takes! I'm glad you noticed it! He is too two faced for Skye. Not a romantic one, but a "I want to destroy your life one." I'm calling him that now! I'll trust you on that one! Aww, Cupid Skye! IT DOES! We can dream, and trust me I do!
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