How do you make the number one disappear?

Chapter X

I found myself in the training room of the police department, standing face to face with Jim Gordon. He was wearing a grey vest top, showing off his toned and muscular arms, he also wore a pair of navy blue jogging bottoms. He insisted that I learnt some self-defence, especially because of the rise of the Ogre, the serial killer who targeted beautiful women. He was also giving Lee lessons as well, he was worried we would be attacked as he said and I quote "you're both attractive, successful women, those are the ones he victimises." I'm not sure if this is a compliment or not.

I was standing awkwardly in the room, my arms crossed over my chest. I huffed slightly, I flunked physical education at school, and I did not want to have to relive that. I was wearing a pair of knee length indigo Lycra shorts, a short sleeved white shirt covered in black hearts, which unintentionally showed some midriff. I also wore deep blue trainers with white laces, tied into a large bow. I looked stupid, absolutely stupid.

The large training room was mostly barren, they were tiled in a black hue. The floor was made from vinyl, and was coloured in a light brown shade, it reminded me of the fire place back home in Exeter. At the back of the room, there was a large full size mirror hanging off the wall. It reflected the shimmering hanging lights, creating a rather beautiful shining affect. I looked at myself begrudgingly, I hated gym kit. In the corner there were several pieces of equipment for those more athletically advanced. There was a punch bag, red in colour, it was hanging of the black chains. There was also a set of weights, in various different weights and sizes. And there was a treadmill, for those runner type people. I was not one of those people.

"The most important thing is to guard you're face," Jim told me.

I mimicked the stance Jim is showing me, I put my hands on my forehead in a "Not in the face!" sort of gesture and my arms tight on my body. This position protects my face and my ribs, two places I really wanted to protect. I then focused on the footing he was presenting to me. I stood with a wide base. Keeping my feet diagonal from each other in a kind of martial-arts stance. Like the ones I had seen in Jackie Chan movies. I assumed this would lessen my likelihood of getting knocked or pushed over.

"Assess your assailant. Look at their hands. If they were about to attack with their hands, they would have their hands out. However, if they are concealing a weapon, they will have them hidden or at their side," Jim explained. "If you're attacked by a person with a knife or a gun, you need to try to avoid confrontation and get away. If it's impossible to avoid a fight, you need to end the confrontation with a high-impact attack as quickly as possible, then run for help. Remember an officer is never too far away, as you're one of them they will help you."

I nodded taking in everything he was saying, god I wish I had a notebook to write all of this new information down in.

"Go for the eyes and nose. If you have to end the fight as quickly as possible by striking first, strike hard, and strike as many times as you can, then run for help. Getting ambushed in an alley by a mugger isn't the time to worry about fighting honourably. Keep yourself safe by making the confrontation as quick as possible. The eyes and nose are the most sensitive soft spots on your attacker's face and are vulnerable to elbows, knees, and your forehead. With the hardest part of your forehead, right near the hairline, try to smash your assailant's nose by tensing your neck and driving your forehead into the middle of their face. This is the quickest and most unexpected way to end a fight completely. However strong, experienced, or violent your attacker, it's very difficult to quickly recover from a hard head-butt to the nose," Jim described in incredible detail how to attack someone.

He then walked towards me and grabbed my wrists tightly, I squirmed trying to break free of his iron hold on my wrists. I carried on wriggling, trying to gain leverage on the stronger and more well trained man before me.

"In this situation kick or grab the groin of the male attacker," Jim demanded.

I gasped, blushing a bright ruby red colour, I didn't have the guts to do anything so bold. I really didn't want to be touching that area.

"Bringing a knee sharply into the groin of an attacker or grabbing the groin with your hand and twisting is an instantly effective move that will take your attacker down. Again, this isn't the time to worry about fighting dirty. If your life is in danger, go for the groin. If this doubles up your opponent, consider smashing your knee into his nose to ensure that he'll be down for the count," Jim instructed. "Do it then."

I blushed again sheepishly before bringing a sharp knee to his groin, hitting it with all the force I could muster. He let out a deep guttural moan, as he let go of my hands now clutching around the area I had attacked. I looked worriedly at him but he just smirked.

"Go for the kneecaps. I'm sure you've heard of a kneecapping? If, for example, you are being choked, or your assailant has their hands up in your face, attacking their legs will give you the opportunity to open them up to more attacks, or allow you to escape. This is especially effective on larger attackers and easy to do from your guarded position. Kick at shins and knees soccer-style, with the instep of your foot. This is a quick and painful kick. In addition, if their legs are close enough, lift your knees into their inner leg, outer leg, knee, or groin. These will break down your attacker and may disable them, as only 12-16 pounds of pressure are needed to break a knee," Jim told me.

I nodded again, making sure everything was sinking in and being remembered. I really hoped I never needed this, but according to a self-defence book which I bought the best kind of self-defence is not having to use it.

"Always follow up what you've just done. Try to poke or press on the eyes. No one can defend an eye poke, regardless of your attacker's size. Clapping on the ears can stun or, if done perfectly, break the eardrums," he informed me. "No I'm not gonna ask you to do this."

I let a little chuckle escape from my lips, I didn't understand why he could be cracking jokes despite the darkness of the situation. Jim then walked behind me, taking hold of my neck.

"If an attacker tries to grab you from behind to choke you, press their forearm against your collarbone instead of trying to pull it directly off," I took hold of his arm, pressing it strongly against my collarbone. "Put one hand above their elbow and one hand below it," which I did, making sure my hands were in the correct position. "Then, in one strong and determined movement, step and swing your entire body around like the arm is the hinge to your body's screen door," I swung my body around, his arm dropping to the floor, this is when I assumed I would kick him in the groin.

I stepped away from Jim, turning around to look at him, his baby blue eyes filled with pleasure. I liked the feeling of success sweeping over me, success was what I lived for. That and mint chocolate.

"Now, here's a trick you'll like. He someone comes at you with a knife, squeeze the two veins at their wrist and everything in their hand will fall to the floor," he told me.

I nodded gratefully, going to walk out of the door. He grabbed me by the hand, making me blush.

"When you go home tonight, please go home with an officer, I couldn't live with myself if you got hurt. Anyone, even bloomin' Ed for all I care, just get home safe," he begged me.

I agreed silently before leaving the room and going to find Ed. I had no work as both Jim and Harvey denied me allowing to help on the case of the Ogre, I just found myself doing Harvey's old paperwork. Maybe they don't need me after all. They were worried I would be killed if I got close to the investigation. I wanted to see how Ed was about his rejection from Kristen, if he was still upset I was fine to go have another round of drinks with him tonight. I couldn't deny the slight headache though, it was a happy headache though. I saw him through the glass of the door of the medical practice. I pushed open the large silver door, walking over to the man who was currently wearing a large green apron over his suit and a pair of green surgical gloves. He was currently dealing with one of the newest victims from what had come to be known as the Ogre, a serial killer. There were large, rather consistent wounds on the corpse. Jim pushed open the door, having changed back into his suit. I was slightly embarrassed I had not changed out of the gym kit.

"Punctures on test subject are consistent with those on the victim, indicating the killer was right-handed," Ed told him.

So cross of all left handed men in Gotham, which makes the hunt so much easier doesn't it?

"Where's Thompkins?" Jim asked worried.

"Detective Gordon, Doctor Thompkins said I was free to use this room. She's very nice. She's not like the old medical examiner," he explained, looking worried that he was in trouble or something.

Jim rolled his eyes, clearly not giving a damn about whether or not he should be in this room. I understood why Ed liked Lee so much, she was very sweet and really good at her job.

"Ed, just tell me where she is. No riddles," his voice cracked as he begged.

"Home. She went home. Hope you find her," Ed added before Jim ran off.

I found Ed's scanning my new appearance, he seemed bewildered by me wearing such an attire. I didn't look or behave like a very sporty girl.

"What are you wearing?" he questioned abruptly.

"My gym kit, Jim insisted that we practice self-defence. Y'know with the Ogre and all, he wants to make sure I'm safe. Oh yeah and you have to walk me home tonight, apparently. So I don't get killed," I informed him

He laughed a little at what I just told him, he didn't argue or protest though. He seemed to understand where Jim was coming from.

"I'd be happy to walk you home," he smiled brightly.

I let out a sigh of relief, I hated breaking promises especially to people I cared about like Jim, I knew if it came down to it he would keep his word. I trusted Ed as well, to what extent I didn't know.

"So, what we up to now?" I asked, trying to find something to do other than paperwork. It was as boring as hell.

"We, my friend, are not doing anything. However I am going to speak to Ms. Kringle," he stated.

I rolled my eyes, sighing slightly. I was sick to death of her right now, I didn't understand why he was so in love with a woman that was repulsed by the sight of him. I wished he was so blinded by his love so for once he could act normally. Did he not see the massive rejection the other day? She's taken idiot. Ed Nygma was the smartest but the most fool hardy man I have ever come across. I stepped in front of the door, making sure he couldn't make a bigger fool of himself. Why pine after a woman that will never love you? I forgot, love was a bastard.

"Ed, c'mon she isn't interested! Try someone else for damns sake, you can't pine after her forever. You can't force her to love you and you can't deny the fact she never will. There are loads of other people out there who'd be happy to have you by their side," I trailed off at the end.

I didn't add on at the end how I couldn't help but feel like I was accidently falling in love with a man who can't even see how much I care. Because he only sees her.

"I need the files of the murders, Skye, let me through," he spoke softly.

I stepped to the side, letting him past and watching him go. I followed behind him slowly, making sure not to make any creaking sounds on the out of place wood. I watched him walking up to the archive, I was surprised he didn't realise I was follow him, I guess he didn't have acute hearing. My lack of vison increased my hearing dramatically. I could hear a pin drop even in a loud noise. I observed his face fall as he saw Kristen and Tom making out in the filing room. Tom's hand were wrapped around her waist as he smashed his lips against hers, smashed seemed like an accurate word to describe the gross and strangely mesmerising dance of lips and tongue.

"So you forgive me?" his whisper was hushed.

"Mm-hmm," was her non-verbal reply.

He pulled away from her, going to leave the room.

"I'll see you tonight," he called out.

"Mm-hmm," she repeated.

He bumped into Ed, and let out a breathy laugh on seeing the forensic scientist.

"How's it hanging, Riddle Man?" he greeted him flippantly.

"Uh, it's hanging... fine," Ed replied.

It was clear to see not many people asked Ed "how's it hanging?" Not my personal preference of greetings. Call me old fashioned by I prefer a simple hello or hey. Not a strange phrase such as that. Kristen let out a trembling sigh as Tom walked away.

"Mr. Nygma, did you need something?" Kristen asked.

"Oh. Yes. Uh... Detective Gordon wanted me to go through the forensic evidence of these old murders," he told her.

"Okay," she said.

She nodded, going through the files. And then I saw it, the bruises. They were a multitude of hues, colours that normally should not be on someone's skin. There were garish purple splotches, roughly the size of a fist, while others were more greyish. It was horrible to look at and even more horrible it was on anyone's skin, I was disgusted by this. Who on earth would do this? And then it clicked in my mind, Tom. Why else would be apologising to her?

"Are those bruises? Did Officer Dougherty do that?" Ed asked, concern flashing over his face.

"Um, he was... upset, and he didn't mean to. I-I said some things I shouldn't have, and..." she rambled.

"Miss Kringle, this is not right. He can't just..." he protested.

Ed, stop talking. Just walk way and stop talking. Please Edward, just do it. You'll be in some deep shit if you dig this up. I knew full well Tom had the power and strength to hurt or kill Nygma if he so pleased. I wanted Ed alive. I needed him alive.

"Mr. Nygma, it is none of your concern," she insisted.

"Now, I-I need to get started on these files, so..." he said briskly before leaving speedily.

I caught him on the way out, pulling him away from the door and having him stand in a small crook besides Kristen's office. I silence him with my glare and I then sighed deeply.

"Ed, what we are gonna do?" I asked worried.

"He's hurting her! Skye, that's abuse! I'm not gonna stand by and watch her suffer," he declared.

"I didn't say you had to, I just don't want you to be stupid. Look, we'll file a report and get him in jail by sundown, I promise. Maybe she's a masochist," I suggested.

He pushed me out of the way, charging up to Tom to confront him. I rolled my eyes, running after him. I hated the fact he was so nimble and quick, it meant I had to run even faster than I wanted. I followed Ed into the squad room, and I saw Tom standing there. Ed walked up to him determined to do something, something which was stupid. Of bloody course it was stupid, this was Ed Nygma we were talking about.

"Riddle Man," he said surprised.

"Officer Dougherty, a word. I can start a war or end one. I can give you the strength of heroes or leave you powerless. I might be snared with a glance, but no force can compel me to stay. What am I?" he puzzled him.

I knew it in an instance, the answer was love. Like the love I had for him that he was oblivious to. Was I destined to fall for men who would never love me in return?

"Got me," he laughed.

"Love. Miss Kringle has given hers to you. And in return, you hurt her. I saw the bruises," he hissed.

"And?" he scoffed.

I wanted to go up to him and knee him in the groin just as Jim had taught me to. I really wanted to defend Ed by I didn't want to end up black and blue like poor Kristen.

"And you cannot do that. The next time you do that, I'll..." Ed began to threaten Tom.

"Whoa! Calm down. You'll give yourself a girly fit. Have you ever been with a woman?" he clicked his tongue. "Didn't think so. They need a firm hand. That goes double for Kringle. Girl's got a tongue."

I balled my fists up and was ready to punch the seven bells of shit out of him. He was a son of a gun and a horrible man, I was definitely filing that report later this day.

"I won't let you hurt her," Ed declared.

He laughed "Oh, yeah? What are you gonna do?" He clicked that filthy tongue of his again. "That's what I thought. Later, Riddle Man."

I walked over to Ed placing my hand on his shoulder, gently. I was surprised when it was pushed off. I sighed.

"Ed, I'll sort this. You worry about the Ogre," I promised before rushing out the door to file a complaint against him.

The rest of the day dragged by unforgivably slowly. I spent most of the day sitting alone in my office, watching the movement of the sun in the sun tinged sky, and listening to the never ending chatter of the desk jockeys. I had changed back into a more sensible attire, a navy blue knee length dress covered in small white polka dots, with a white belt around my waist. I also wore my favourite pair of red ballet shoes. How I wished I could be so carefree, not having to worry about being threatened by the Ogre, the ever looming threat of Oswald Cobblepot and Ed whether or not I was powerful enough to stop his stupidity. I cared about him deeply, and I couldn't bare it if he got himself into trouble or hurt. I also spent time making notes on the mental wellbeing of Commissioner Loeb's daughter, Miriam. I had decided that later this week I would approach the Commissioner and offer my professional help to his daughter. Not that it worked with Jerome.

I rushed out of my door, almost tripping as I ran down the stairs to meet Ed. Just as expected he was standing by the door wearing his deep brown jacket, buttoned up. He was ready to go, I would prefer it if for once he wasn't so early. I walked over to him giving him a cheeky smile, he simply nodded in return. We walked out of the building in complete silence, the deep honks of the horns of cars filled my ears and the shimmer of light in puddles filled my eyes. Ed did not seem his normal chipper self, he was absorbed in a silent thoughts, silent thoughts he would normally let on but this time he would not converse with me. He did not even give me a warm smile, his eyes darted about filled with uncertainty.

We came to the large apartment building I called home, I saw the pigeons sitting on the windowsill of my apartment. They made a cooing sound, filling my ear with the sound of, in my opinion, the most annoying of all vermin plaguing this city.

"Do you wanna come in, play some videos games or whatever," I suggested, blushing slightly.

"Urm, maybe another time, I am rather busy tonight," he mumbled quickly, before running off.

I watched him go, quickly fading into the horizon. I sighed to myself, walking back into the building. I pressed the button on the outside of the lift, stepping inside of it. I pressed down on the twenty seventh button, silently ascending up into the higher reaches of the building. I walked over to the door of my apartment, unlocking the door with my golden key. I pushed open the door to walk through the door, into my home.

I kicked my red ballet pumps off, throwing them to the side of the corridor. I went off into the kitchen, I filled the kettle with the cool water from the tap. I plugged the kettle in, flicking the switch watching the red light flicker until it was glowing brightly. I heard the whistle of the kettle, telling me the water had boiled. I put the tea bag into a mug I owned covered in flowers. I filled the cup three quarters of the way, leaving room for the milk I would add later, after letting it steep for a minute, I then poured the milk into the cup. I took out a cold metal spoon, taking out the teabag throwing it into the bin. I took a tentative sip of the tea, the warm liquid passing my palate and going down my throat filling me with a lovely warmth, contrasting with the cold of the day.

I walked over to my window, leaning against the wood of my windowsill. I looked out to see the city I thought I could never come to love, but the good people and the good work of those around had brought me some comfort. I watched the way the fluffy abundance of clouds float across the sky, obscuring my view of the sun. I sighed, taking another sip of the drink. I thought to myself, worrying about what Ed might be doing. Instead of taking a seat and worrying about that man I had fallen in love with, I walked away from the window and made my way to the corridor, slipping the red ballet shoes upon me feet. I took my jacket, wrapping the warm fabric around my body, doing up the zip and running out of the door to go find Ed, and stop him for making a fool of himself.

I hopped into my silver fiat, starting up the engine, driving speedily along the tarmacked road of Gotham, seeing almost instantly Ed's car. It was a small, green ford fiesta, shinning like it had only just be washed. He too drove quickly along the long road of Gotham, the sun now setting in the sky and a dark tinge of evening hung in the air. He took a left, down a side road leading to a residential area, filled to the brim with houses, for families and people wishing to start ones. Above the ground was a train track, with many trains passing over us every minute. I watched Ed parking his car quietly, before opening the door to his car, then slamming it shut.

"Stop right there, buster!" he yelled out, walking out onto the road.

"Riddle Man? What the hell are you doing, creeping around here?" Tom asked.

He stepped off the pavement, walking towards Ed. He wore a checked shirt and a grey jumper over the top of it. I slipped out of my car, hiding behind Ed's car watching the situation unfold before me. Oh god I really wish Jim was here right now, I would feel safer. At least I have had his self-defence class, it was the only thing bringing me any comfort, that and the near warmth of Ed's body.

"You need to leave Miss Kringle alone," Ed demanded.

"What?!" Tom questioned.

He walked closer to Ed looking at him. Ed's brown eyes glistening with fear and something else, something a lot like the insanity I saw in Jerome's eyes in the interrogation room.

"I'm not gonna let you hurt her. Ever again. I think you need to leave Gotham... tonight," Ed declared boldly.

Tom chuckled looking at Ed with dismay, if this were a cartoon a light bulb would have appeared above his head and would now be violently blinking with light. It had finally hit him, why Ed cared so much about Kristen.

"I get it now. You got a thing for my girl. That's too funny. Don't take this personal," he hissed.

He threw a hard punch right to Ed's gut, and he yelled out in pain. I watched in horror as Ed buckled to his knees, a tear staining his near flawless skin coloured like ivory.

"Aw..." he scoffed, laughing "You want some more?"

I saw the glinting shimmer of a blade in the dim lighting of the street, this is when I jumped up from behind the car, pouncing into action.

It was too late by the time I had grabbed Ed's hand firmly the shimmering blade had already pierced through the skin of the abusive officer. Tom lets a shrill scream escape from his lips and I watch in horror as Ed goes to stab him again. I push Ed out of the way, letting him fall backwards onto the hard concrete of the path. I quickly undo my jacket, throwing it to the floor, before speedily ripping a large amount of my dress off. I tied the fabric tightly around Tom's wound, hissing at him to leave Gotham, to leave and never come back. And then I watched him sprint off, running faster than I had ever seen another human do before. Soon the only trace of him was the puddle of blood on the road.

I pulled Ed from the floor and pushed him up against a cold brick wall, my hand to his mouth so he couldn't say anything that would blow the cover of night we hid underneath. I saw how he clutched the blade in his hand, and in one sweeping motion I squeezed his veins in his wrist just as Jim had taught me, and watched surprised as the blade flew to the floor, making a clattering sound. I pushed it down the drain so Ed couldn't hurt me or chase after Tom. What if the officer bleeds out and dies?

"What are you doing?!" I hissed.

"Skye did you follow me?" he asked perturbed.

I dropped my hand from his mouth, his speech now less muffled than before. My eyes stared into his deep brown ones, he looked at me angrily and my eyes were just filled with disappointment, why did I have to care for the crazy ones? Maybe I should just go and marry Harvey Bullock, at least I can trust him.

"You were going to kill that man, you were going to kill Tom. Do you think that will make Kristen like you anymore, murdering her boyfriend? You stab him for God's sake! Ed I understand you want to protect her, let me help you. We can use the law, not break it," I reasoned, pleading with the man before me.

He pushed past me, going to walk away but I grabbed the collar of his jacket pushing him up against the wall again. I couldn't help but blush slightly, we were so close. His pelvis was brushing against my waist, I was glad the cloak of night was covering my rosy cheeks, I didn't want to give away my feelings. That would ruin the whole tough look I was going for, not blushing school girl.

"You do not understand the lengths one who is in love will go to," he came back with.

I don't understand, fool! Cannot you not see you are the reason I am standing here, freezing my arse off and risking my good reputation by saving you from a life in the slammer?

"I have been in love many a times Ed, I'm still in love till this day. But I know murder is not the way to a girl's heart, heck to anyone's heart. Please Ed, I've already filed the report. We can do this together," I assured him, lacing our fingers together, ready to lead him home.

He took my hand from his chuckling, much like the chuckle that came from Jerome when admitting to killing his mother Lila, I knew what was happening now. It was the arch, the switching point of a person. When they have morphed into something they aren't. Or becoming the thing they have been trying to beat all along. All I know, is those closest to the insane person die or end up falling into the same trap. I had to fall out of love with Ed Nygma.

"We can do this together," he repeated breathily. "We, why is it always we Skye? Do you not think me capable of doing something by myself? You think I am so weak I need you to guide me? You treat me like dirt just like the rest of them… To think I thought you were different, you're just like them… What's black, white and read all over…? You think I'm weak," he chuckled, his eyes glinting with anger and his lips quivering with his speech.

I took a step away from him, seeing the insanity in his beautiful brown eyes. I watched helplessly as the man I had come to love, crumbled in front of me.

"Why won't you leave me alone?! Alone: having no one else present; on one's own," he cried out.

A warm, hot tear stained my cheek. I looked at him, my expression caught between fear, disgust and longing. How I wished I could be the woman Ed was determined to kill over, not the desperate woman hanging of his every word, waiting for a sign he cared when clearly he didn't.

"Or am I too weak to be alone," he laughed again, showing of his teeth as he cackled maniacally.

I went to walk away, but he grabbed me around the waist pulling me to him. His lips graced my ear lightly, I tried to squirm from his grasp but he only held on tighter to me. I wanted this, I wanted him so bad. But not like this, not in this sick twisted nightmare. I wanted him to hold me because he loved me, not because he was worried I would speak of his awful crimes. He didn't care about me and I couldn't help but melt into his soft touch.

"Why do you care?" he hissed into my ear, his lips still gracing my ear lobe.

I looked at him, he wanted to know why I cared so much. I would give him this information he so desired, I tenderly pressed my lips to his, the cold of his pink lips surging through me. My lips were warm in contrast to his cold ones. My eyes fluttered and closed, I didn't know if he did the same, but I knew he wasn't feeling the same blossoming romance as I did, as he didn't kiss me back. He stood rigid but his arms were still around my waist. I opened my eyes, to find his brown ones glittering with questions. I pulled away from him, walking away.

"That's why," I called out, my voice breaking from the soft sobs I now let myself cry.

Add the letter G, then one becomes Gone.

Hello lovely Gothamites!

I have recently been given some very sad news, JEROME DIED! WHY WHY WHY! So get over my loss (despite the fact I haven't seen the episode) I wrote a Harley Quinn origin story under the title of Behind the Paint, please check it out if you get the chance!

Thanks to all you lovely bunch for your support thus far!

Dear: nyx-stars, It was an honest mistake. Thanks for the review!

Kekejo99, Thanks!

Chaos Supernova, Well what we have to remember about Skye is she isn't most girls! Don't we all! I know you do, so I added another little tea reference for you :) Sadly lovely old Oswald killed them both off in the episode. Well actually the old lady kills her husband and then Ozzy kills her... I wanted to save them but canon didn't :( Yes she is, this episode is called Everyone has a Cobblepot and Miriam is Loeb's Cobblepot. Yes she does but I think she is redeemable but Jerome is tooooooo far gone to be saved. I know you ship it my friend but sadly this is a Skye/Ed story and shit is gonna get real. I have a good Jim girlfriend for the sequel, hopefully you'll begin to ship that? Yes! They could both use English swear words and complain about the weather while drinking tea! We all wanna be besties with Jerome!

Guest, Luckily time wasn't as slow this time so I forgive it, for now. I'm playing Lord Montague so sadly I lose my wife and son :'( I'm glad you did, I was unsure with her appearance but if you like it then it's good! She did save him though so maybe there is still hope for them? Anyway the crazy old lady thinks they should be a couple, now that would be amusing. Seriously if Ed and Ozzy team up my heart will explode! For now... *cackles in the corner like a mad woman* She is sassy, with my first draft of her she cried a lot but I scraped that as she needed to be a strong female so she cries less and gets sassier! Thank you so much, descriptions are my drugs. If they don't bring back Jerome they better bring Skye in to recompense for our loss! Me every time I write their scenes! The most important question of all is, will you get to be roomies with Jerome? The Riddler is not subtle that's for sure! Nothing you could ever say would be boring!

koipond-tea, I inspired someone? Who was it? Wow, I feel loved! I actually really like what she wears and I don't see what's wrong it, then again I'm not very fashionable. Why don't you like her clothing style? I'm glad you like the riddles, I do too! Well personally I often go into a situation with one idea and quickly change it when presented with new ideas, maybe I'm just inconsistent? Then I have done my job, those scenes are MEANT to be awkward, so you can feel what it's like to be in her shoes.

Skye wanted to send him to a juvenile detention camp because Arkham is Arkham... Arkham is awful and it won't actually make him any better. Yep she met her in her own time, through work and all.

I'm glad you are waiting for more! I hope you like this new update!

ColdHeartAngel, You are? Thanks! I love me a slow burner, it's taken like 11 chapters for them to even kiss! Talk about waiting for something. We will see the clown prince soon enough!

Sapphire Roz, I love good old Ozzy! So do I, I always make thing sad don't I? ;) She would be, her and Skye being swag alongside each other! Deffo, they need more female characters and Terra ca be one of them! You should be afraid, very afraid!

Apollo Holmes, I'm glad you did! I am going to explore that a later date but thanks for the info!

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