Hello again, sorry for Chaos interrupting. So... have you been thinking about our little bet? Because one of you... one of you did well.

But... you still have time to try and guess everything.

Ok, I have a story to tell... and I'll tell it. On with the show.

I decided that we had enough of Crane's mind... well, now you know how's it organized, how it works, his self delusion... and the little secret he and Harley are keeping...

So, we're back to The Files again.

Much simpler... I could tell you this from Harley's mind also... but all you would have is the dialogues and how much she was mocking him. And you wouldn't get how did she made him believe she "forgot" ,"She doesn't care about it", and... well...

Last time my husband told you about it... but he skipped this part. Probably because of the headache after Hearts and The Joker in that car.

Harley and Crane are waiting in the YF street for Hearts and the Joker to arrive...

This is when Hearts broke them out of Arkham. You might remember Crane was sedated, barely could stand up... and he had negotiated to do something he couldn't do.

-...yeah...- Harley smirks- I would start thinking about a good excuse.

Silence. Crane thinks one thing: his upcoming death. He knows either the strange woman that hired him would kill him... or the person by his side. Harley has good reasons to kill him...he can only expect that she wouldn't do it, for some reason.

"This is a good time to... well, apologize. Maybe she won't kill me if I do it... just maybe..."

-Harleen... I don't know how to tell you this...- he starts, his voice hesitating- you'll make them kill me, right?

-Why would I do that?- Harley laughs friendly, feigning surprise- and It's Harley Quinn, Jonathan. That's my name – she tell him in a patronizing tone - Harleen Quinzel is dead.

" And Harley Quinn will throw you to the lions... haha!"

Crane just roles his eyes, skeptical at her statement.

-You know what happened... some years ago- he says matter of factly- What I made you do.

-Oh that?- Harley laughs harder this time, as if it were ridiculous- you're living in the past Jonathan- she says amused- if you hadn't told me, I would have just...- she sighs- well, I forgot.

"Oh yes, I forgot the hell you made me live through... I'm amnesic, Crane... haha... Queenie... bless you! You're helping me to end a little vendetta here! Love it! Off with his head... who pulls the puppeteer's string?! Haha!"

-I'm sorry but I don't believe you.

"Ok.. we don't plan... but Hearts is looking lonely and what better than a nerd for another nerd?...hahaha... and I promised a manipulative bitch to ya, Crane... I think I have the ideal candidate... Ok. First rule of manipulation: Make him trust you. Second: Make him think Hearts is the real boss... he'll fall for the money. Now if I can get them to start reading and 'sharing mutual' interests... I think dear Queenie will have to resign her title "The Puppeteer"!"

Harley sighs, and rolls her eyes boredly.

-Look Jonny- she starts, nonplussed- it's been more than seven years since that happened. Dunno if you noticed, but I'm married. And I'm pretty happy with my husband- she smiles warmly to him- And I don't want children, anyway...- she shrugs and giggles- heck, I'm rich, I'm powerful and feared- she says meaningfully- The whole mob works for me, I'm famous. I kill people with a hammer and I don't give a fuck about it- she pats his head in a patronizing way. Crane looks up at her sceptically and she laughs- Sorry for that, Jonny- she apologizes- my husband kills with a knife... he draws pretty smiles in his victims- she says smiling from ear to ear and making a gesture with her finger, where the Joker usually cuts: from ear to ear- if you get my drift. And you see Hearts? The redhead?- he nods-

"Already interested? Haha!"

-Well... she tears eyes out with spoons- she makes a mimic again, mouthing "ouch"- you have to see that- she says raising her eyebrow in mock complicity- I mean... "scared shitless" it's the exact term for it.

" Does she want me to believe that? She just wants to scare me"

-That woman is too small to do something like that- he says seriously- it needs a lot of brute force...

-Nah... just practice and skill- Harley interrupts him- you see a spoon in her hands and better run- she says mockingly, making a gesture with her hands- And that, my friend- she grins at him- is a good advice.

-I'm not taking advice of an ex-girlfriend who surely wants me dead.

-Suit yourself- she shrugs- I've told you I don't care about... well, a simple abortion- she looks at her watch, apparently non-interested- Killing people is part of our daily routine and I don't give a fuck about a fetus- she yawns- Look... I'll tell you what, you decide. You'll be working for her, she'll be the on paying ya. Follow my advice...- she gets her face close to his, smiling smugly- and you'll stay alive.

-Go on.

-One- she starts, her voice serious, like a professor- She wants the cure for herself. And she's pretty desperate for it. Meaning: you better offer her something else, and do it quickly- she empathizes the last word- If you're not dead by then, which I hope doesn't happen because you're intelligent.. - she says suddenly "concerned"-. she'll offer you much less money than what you agreed- she states matter of factly- How much did she tell you?

-15 million per month, during three months and when I'm done 20 million.

-Ok... she'll end up offering 5 million-she sighs- Ask for more.

-And that's when she puts a bullet in my head or tear my eyes out with a spoon- he states icily at her, who laughs at him- right?

-No!- she says amused- if you accept the first thing she offers you, she'll think you're unworthy and kill you on the spot- she grins at him- Ask more and you're someone valuable- she tells him meaningfully- And the third: she likes books and she likes to talk. A lot- she says looking annoyed- Listen carefully to everything she has to say- she orders him- And don't just nod without listening, interact with her, act interested in what she has to say.

-You act like a stupid little child around her and she didn't kill you- he smiles smugly at her- you want me to be rebellious, and she'll kill me. Exactly what you want. Why don't you do the job yourself and shoot me now?

-No. I don't want you dead!- she laughs really hard, making a gesture with her hand as if he were crazy- I need someone else besides my husband to talk to, and I can't stand it when she starts her incessant rambling- she roles her eyes- She doesn't kill me because her brother is dependent on me, and she's dependent on her brother- she smiles smugly- I'm gone, my Puddin kills himself and then she's left alone- she tells him, smiling from ear to ear- And once that happens she kills herself. She's a dependent person- she smiles wider and croaks an eyebrow to him meaningfully-that... is my last advice.

"Is she implying I should make her dependent of me?"

-What do you...?

The Joker and Hearts walk in, opening the door. Harley turns her head to them and smiles.

-Where were you? you're half an hour late!

-A policeman asked for our Id's, he thought we were drunk and Jay had a whim.

He ate it as if it were a piece of chocolate cake. Do you seriously think that Harley wouldn't pick up one or two things living with manipulators? She might play the part of stupid... but she isn't. Not at all.

At first... he wasn't so sure. But then he followed her advice... and became aware of the situation. Then just out of curiosity, he accepted "Miss Hearts" sitting next to him and start talking.

He thought he could act to be interested in what she was saying. He never thought that he would end up eager to hear anything coming from her mouth.

His interest escalated to fascination, and then he started feeling something. He couldn't even stand the idea of not talking to her, he needed her to listen to him, and not the other way around. And everything she said seemed to agree with what he was thinking.

He was confused, and he was curious... he needed to know more about her. Soon he found himself going to her office, not the other way around.

And then she wasn't just and interesting and fascinating person: She was a woman...

He started to see "beyond" her facade. He started to imagine how her body looked beneath the multiple layers of clothes, he started to see how expressive she could be:

Sometimes as a small and innocent child, big brown eyes that looked up at him, waiting for his opinion eagerly and her warm smile that she only seemed to show him.

And then the other side of the coin, the woman with a spoon in her hands, her expression heartless, cold eyes and nasty smirk while poking eyes out, smug at the fear and pain she could induce in her victims... and then turning back at him smiling proudly, almost innocent... like a little child showing her father the A+ she got in school, waiting for him to approve her actions.

And then... Harley seemed to be right. Not only had she given him good advice, but she also seemed to be friendly, truly not caring about the past... so happy with her husband around.

Everything she said was truth. It started to become obvious The Joker was dependent on Harley... He beat her senseless once, and she left. It only lasted one day. The Joker locked himself in his private room, and according to Hearts if she didn't get him out quickly he would kill himself. She started to cry at the prospect of her brother dying, saying that he was the only link to her past and her sanity, saying the most horrible things about herself and talking about suicide, completely desperate.

He went to unlock the Joker's door... to find him drunk and sleeping after destroying everything around.

From the looks of it... it seemed Harley was right.

What he didn't know, was that Harleygot beaten because the Joker was sexually frustrated, not being able to touch his real wife for almost three months. What he didn't know was that Hearts was testing him with her depressive ranting, to see if he would do as she told him. And he passed that exam with flying colors. What he didn't know was that the Joker destroyed his own bedroom and got drunk because he knew that Hearts was winning.

He didn't know Harley let the Joker beat her senseless to prove her point: The siblings were co-dependent, and The Joker dependent of her.

What she didn't know was that The Joker and Hearts are co-dependent...but not as siblings, but as a couple.

All in all... everything went as Harley planned from the first moment she saw Crane again: He fell in love with Hearts... and if she knew the siblings and she knew them well... they were highly sadistic and didn't hesitate about abusing people. On the other hand... they were extremely dependent when someone seemed to give them just a drop of sincere affection. It only took her to be kind to the Joker for him to fall in love... and from the looks of it, Hearts only needed someone to talk to.

Interesting how manipulative people could be easily manipulated by affections. She was truly in love with her Puddin', technically she wasn't manipulating him... but if she asked for anything... she got in a blink of an eye.

What she didn't know that she was given everything she wanted because it was easy for him to give it, and because it was one of his multiple ways to manipulate her.

Funny world, indeed.

Then, one day, she wakes up and goes to have breakfast. Suddenly the door opens and her dreams come true: There he was, the Bastard who ruined her life and made her miserable, holding hands with a Bitch that she was sure would make him miserable and abuse him.

If anyone saw the same image they would think it's just a normal couple: They were holding hands, and then she put her head on his chest hugging him tightly. He just looked down at her and smiled, hugging her back and kissing her softly, his eyes full of adoration, love.

But there was something in Hearts' eyes, something obscure and malicious. Yes, that was certainly a woman completely in love... but she was still a puppeteer. Just that she was in love with her puppet and very aware who was the alpha of the relationship. And if she was like her brother... the strings the Bitch had attached would be there forever.

So many years... and there she was: Seeing exactly what she told would happen. The Bastard becoming a Manipulative Bitch's lapdog.

A Chihuahua to be more exact. The very moment he'd try to rebel against her, she would put a well placed kick in his ass with her shiny leather boot... and he would cry in a corner for a while, just to come back to her and kiss her hands asking for forgiveness, while licking her shoes.

Was there anything more perfect in life?

Oh yes. There was. His name was The Joker.

Not only her husband, the one she truly loved and would never stop loving, the one capable of doing anything to give her what she wanted. No.

He was afraid of losing his little sister to another man, who would take her away from him after a complete life together. Truly dependent upon his sister, and he wouldn't let them be together that easily.

He interrupted them every time he could. He started to argue with her sister saying that The Bastard was only interested in her money, and then she starting to cry and lock herself in her office, her lapdog running behind her and knocking the door desperate, probably thinking she would kill herself and leave him alone.

Three weeks of that. Just three weeks of Hearts crying in almost every corner that she couldn't be with the man she loved, saying maybe her brother was right and he was with her just for the money... sometimes hugging her oh so beloved puppet, crying that she loved him, asking him why he couldn't love her sincerely, the Bastard desperate trying to tell her that he did love her sincerely, not to hear to the Joker. Most of the time she ran out to her office again, where she would cry some more, Crane shouting to please let him in... after some minutes she would open the door, sobbing harder and asking him not to leave her alone, to please love her or she would kill herself.

And then everything all over again.

Any word coming out of her mouth implying suicide and The Joker would appear to pull her out of The Bastard's arms and hug her tightly, like she was his little doll, the perfect image of an overprotective brother, shouting that Crane didn't love her, that he didn't kill him just because she wasn't thinking straight about him, but he would kill him if he ever saw his sister sad again.

And then... the Bitch herself running to her, crying and rambling nonsense about a normal family, about marriage and children, how much she would give for a life like that with her beloved puppet... annoying little bitch.

It seemed Harley was a Master Puppeteer: Everything went as she planned.

What she didn't know, was that it was all an act. Hearts could cry, sob, and weep like the best dramatic actress, and The Joker would pull her away out of jealousy rather than protectiveness, hoping Crane would get scared of his incessantthreats.

Whatever happened, there would be only one winner: That was the Joker. If Hearts got married, she would be marked on her hand with a huge "J", and if not, he still won the bet against her.

Hearts would win if she got married, she would win her bet... and not only that. She would be marrying the Joker, not Jonathan Crane. For her, it was a win/win situation and there was no way she would lose the bet. The Joker wasn't stopping it: he was helping her tactics.

Just a few days, and then Harley commenting to an exhausted and depressive Jonathan Crane about his Puppeteer talking about marriage...

And minutes after that he was knocking her door, asking her to please marry him, while she cried and refused saying that he was only doing it for the money, to get the hell out of her sight, because if she wanted to be with him she wanted the relationship to be real, not based on lies and money, saying that was the reason he loved her, that he was just confused... and that she would give him money to be free... implying that she would suicide afterwards.

Jonathan Crane felt to his knees, crying and saying he wasn't confused, that he truly loved her, that he didn't care about the money, begging her to marry him and please not to ever say a word about suicide again.

Just then, when The Puppeteer saw her puppet completely broken....

She accepted.

The Ceremony didn't differ that much from the last one... but this had the peculiarity of having two ministers...

Harley and The Joker.

The last wedding had a Minister, a Groom, and a Bride:

A Puppeteer, a Tormentor, and a Puppet.

In this other you have two Ministers, a Bride and a Groom.

Three puppeteers: The Great Winner, The Tormentor and The Conductor. Joker, Hearts, and Harley.

And the groom... the puppet.

There are no Puppeteers without a Puppet... this one has so many strings attached from so many different puppeteers that nobody really knows who's the one pulling his strings.

But when you think about it carefully... Harley herself is a puppet, whatever she makes is orchestrated by her puppeteer, that's The Joker of course, whose strings are attached to Hearts, because even if he doesn't act directly under her orders... she's a huge influence in his actions. And vice-versa.

Then Harley has another puppet besides Crane: The Joker. You might be wondering how did that happen? It happened exactly in the moment he decided not to kill her, as it was arranged with his wife from the start. He gave her power when he placed his most beloved, his most appreciated thing in her hands: Hearts' mental health. The Joker refused to be controlled by what's supposed to be his puppet. He beats her, he cuts her, abuses her. But he can't kill her. Because he most likely lose Hearts in the process.

Hearts is the one officially holding the title of Puppeteer, but her actions are also influenced; she's not as free as she thinks... ironically... she's influenced by her puppet. At some point the strings her puppet had attached to her hands started to pull her down... and now one of her fingers is pulled down by her puppet. And she doesn't even know, she tries to deny it. Because this is not her first time handling this particular puppet... and to get free of her puppet back then she had to cut all the strings, leaving the puppet lifeless. And then she got it back.. and now it's pulling the strings down stronger... in which case... Crane is Hearts' puppeteer.

How did the lowest puppet become the highest puppeteer? That happened when she started to hesitate about killing him. To be more exact, at the very moment she stopped the Joker and Harley from shooting him. She said it was because he would be useful in the future... she developed a strange feeling for her puppet. She was too content with her masterpiece...

It's pointless trying to know who's a puppet and who's a puppeteer because nobody lives alone; everybody has a relationship with someone or something... and for every relationship, every feeling, from love to hatred...

...a string is attached and pulled.

It's called being a human being.

In a bad mix of jokes, hatred, manipulation, lies, bets and love, two people got married.

Destiny wrote it and Chaos messed it up. But it happened as it had to happen. Exactly as it was written: Jonathan Crane and Harleen Quinzel got their respective Tormentors...

And the other way around.

Two drunken Ministers, holding into each, a bottle of Champagne in their hands.

-So Harley, we're here reunited to bond in holy-shit matrimony these two nerds, the mad scientist who likes to run around with a burlap sack sprayin' fart gas, that would be you, Scary- Pooh, and the manipulative bitch, female version of the Godfather mixed with Lewis Carol character gone bad and hacker, who also likes to...

- Would you stop telling those things to your own sister?

- Ok, I take it from here. Hey Jonny... do ya accept to be this evil almost midget's husband until something like the third world war, a meteorite colliding with earth, here my husband kills you... the Bat kills you.. in a lesser Gordon gets your sorry ass and..

- I do, that's the answer you're looking for, right, Harley? Really, don't start drinking...

- Yep. Thank you Jonny, you're such a doll!

- Yeah. Well, you manipulative bitch... that would be ya, Hearts, just if you didn't notice, Your Highness... do you take Birdie here as your husband 'til you get bored of him and poke his eyes out... or maybe I draw a little smile in his face... or maybe Bat-brat decides to end his pitiful life...

- I do.

- Don't interrupt my monologues, you bad imitator of the Godfather.

- Shut it, clown, bad imitator of Scarface...

- Want me to introduce ya to my little friend, Hearts?

- My Queen... let me warn you. He has issues... probably infatuated with you.

- Again, you sucker, I'm fucking married to this... hey Harley, you're hot as hell! HOT BABY!

- You too, Puddin! C'mere and give me some loooooove...!

Both Harley and The Joker start laughing and making out, completely drunken. She's happy. He's bitter.

- Jonathan, I think it will be much better if we make the tattoos back in my bedroom.

- Definitely My Queen... then we celebrate our marriage.

- Certainly, Doctor Crane.

Harley heard that.

- So desperate to fuck, you two? Go there and fuck your brains out! God Bless the Fucking Queen!

- Ehh... if you Queenie can get him to get it up!

There's no much point describing this... they went to her bedroom... kissed softy and then made the tattoos. I think the sexual frustration was too high from his part, and Hearts... well. She was attracted to him... and willing to have some "fun" with her puppet.

Meanwhile, The Joker went out to the parking lot with a bittersweet feeling: Yes, he got Hearts marked... but at the very moment he was sitting in the floor, drunken and trying not to think about it; his wife was making love to another man... he had tried to sugarcoat it with some jokes, trying not to think about it too much... he couldn't.

His mind played over and over again the image of the first time Jack got married to Allie... and how happy they were. No manipulation, no lies, nothing. Just two people in love... he remembered their first night together as a married couple... and how much he used to love her.

How much they used to love each other.

He preferred to drown his memories in alcohol, and Harley, after some minutes, brings two bottles of champagne. They start drinking directly from the bottle, not saying a word. The Joker is silent, trying not to remember... and Harley's laughing hard.

Harleen Quinzel laughed hard, maniacally, drinking from the champagne bottle until nothing was left.

She cries tears of happiness

-Hey Harls... why are you laughing so hard? What's so funny?

- You don't have idea! Damn that was the best thing I could ever witness... damn, Puddin' hand me that bottle!

- Ok?

- I wanna make a toast!

- Ok?

- A toast for the manipulative bitch and her lapdog!

- Amen...

-Now, I wanna say something! HEY! All of you hear what I have to say! Doctorrrrrrr Jonathan Crane is The Queen's Dangerous Chihuahua!

- Good one Harls.

- A Fucking Chihuahua, ya hear me! God Bless the Fucking Queen! Hey Birrrrrrrrrrdie, you'll end up licking your wife's shoes! Oh yeah....! Love ya, bitch, love ya to death you manipulative bitch! In your face, you bastard! She's gonna make ya suffer to no end! God bless the fucking Queen!

The Joker is annoyed, he's drunk and he's sad. He just wanted to get drunk alone in the parking lot, and just being alone after the fiasco. Harley shouting is not helping. She can barely stand... He just stands up and starts beating her, and she keeps laughing, and laughing.. and he's angry; he wants her to stop, he feels she's mocking at him.. he keeps kicking her, punching her.. until she only giggles, still muttering "God bless the Queen"

After a moment, he just gets into the warehouse again, leaving an Harley with several ribs broken, her face bleeding and her nose broken.

He just heads to his private room, disconnects the computer and tries to sleep. The last thing he wants to hear is Heartsmoaning while cheating on him.

But he does hear it... her room is next to his.

Soon he falls asleep, dreaming, remembering about those days when he used to be a happy man, and not just a stupid idiot who threw his own wife into another man's arms.

Two guards, holding AK-47s in the parking lot, sigh and go to pick Harley and drive her to Ivy's house...

The Top Guards.

- Miss Harley, do you want us to take you to Ivy's house?- says the young man, looking down at her pitifully.

- Yeah... hehehe..- she answers, still drunk and amused, although she sounds week.

- Ok- the other guard, a young woman, sighs.

Both of them hang their guns on their shoulders and pick her up, placing her in the backseat, apparently unconscious, although she's still giggling.

- Really, these people- the young blond man complains, rolling his eyes- sick and twisted doesn't begin to cover it-

- Yeah- the woman agrees, sitting in the driver sit- I hate this job... hate it.

They start driving in silence, only Harley's giggles are heard. Then man's face is serious and the woman looks amused.

-Not even this takes away my happiness.. he could break my leg and I would still be happy!- Harley suddenly starts shouting- CRANE'S A PUPPET, CRANE'S A PUPPET GODDAMIT! CRANE I TOLD YA I WAS GOING TO SEND YA TO HELL AND I FUCKING SENT YA THERE! I EVEN FOUND YA THE DEVIL!

Then Harley passes out.

The brown haired woman starts to laugh while driving, trying to muffle the sound with one hand.

-Ha Ha. Real funny- the other guard complains, sarcastic- shut it, for the love of...

-I know, but you can't deny this is funny as hell, I mean...

-Seeing...her like this is hell to me, have some sympathy.

-Ok, sorry sweetheart. First time you see her drunk?

-No... but I can't stand seeing this twisted soap opera... what the hell, they used to be nice people... really? Siblings those two? And...Potato Head and this one in the back friends? Hell...

-Yeah, I know... but you know as well as me they're going down... just wait and see, wait and see... I think we should give them a taste of their own medicine.

- It's time... You still have the computer?

- Yes... under our bed... we haven't touched that in... seven years already?

- Yes... I guess tomorrow I'll start prepearing the videos and hiring peple... The Family is going down...

-She just threw up in the car... just great. You clean it.

-Go to hell, Alex. You're my lapdog, don't deny it.

-You're mine too, Cat, shut it.

-Fine.. we'll make another guy clean it

No, No, No! Those two weren't supposed to do anything! They were supposed to forget about the computer.. what...? That wasnt there last time I checked!

MALE, REWIND IT!

-Yeah, I know... but you know as well as me they're going down... just wait and see, wait and see... I think we should give them a taste of their own medicine.

- It's time... You still have the computer?

- Yes... under our bed... we haven't touched that in... seven years already?

- Yes... I guess tomorrow I'll start prepearing the videos and hiring peple... The Family is going down...

Oh Fuck... Chaos fulfilled her promise and put them in the mix! I want to kill myself with a spoon...

MN: No, we'll solve it... Shh.. Sorry toots, I have to open the door, someone's knocking.

FN: Yeah... I need chocolate... and a bottle of scotch!

CH: Hello, any problems? Why so serious, clowns? I told you.. your daughter's little dirty hands out of my innocent, pure, little baby boy... or this story would end up so twisted that you would never end to tell it.

Story Teller: Dad, why is...Oh my god! REWIND IT! Did they just...? Oh fuck! Chaos! You fucking bitch! You fucking bitch...I am telling the Boss right now! You stepped over your jursidition. How dare you punish my parents because of me! This is on, bitch!

MN: Did she...just stick up for us? Oh, our little baby actually cares! I think I'm going to cry.

CH: You're gonna let her talk to me like that?!

FN: You messed with her once when you put those two over there... and now you did this! There's not much I can do at this point.

MN: Story Teller, you've been gone an hour...you left us with her! And...why is this sissy you call your 'boyfriend' here?!

CH: You better not hurt my little Equilibrium, you whore.

Equilibrium: She hasn't, chill out, but mom what did you do?

Destiny: Yes, sweetie... what did you do? I heard yelling. What's going on...? Oh Fuck! Why dont I remember to give you the pills? Oh fuck..

CH: You shut up! I did what had to be done to protect our little baby from that.. that.. whore!

MN: Dude, don't let your wife abuse ya... seriously.

DN: Said by the same guy who lets his wife beat him with an ashtray. At least I don't get stitches every month...

MN: But you do get your penis almost cut off every now and then, dontcha, Des?

CH: I was just trying to protect you, my little man... you're mommy's little boy... right?

EQ: Mom... stop embarrasing yourself... it's pathetic.

DN: Sweetie... I dont know if you noticed but your "little boy" is a grown up man... why the hell did you do that? You know what's gonna happen to us..? Why I keep forgetting about the pills...?

ST: Boss is very displeased with you two, but I'm not the one who has to tell you of your punishment. Equilibrium?

EQ: I can't believe this...Mom...you and dad messed with a timeline creating vastly new universes in the Garden., Boss let you do it, didn't punish you back then, as you promised for them not to mess with the Family further and let them stay silent. But you made them remember about the computer. Boss has thus decided to banish you to Earth.

CH: What?! Who will do our job? Nobody can do my job!

EQ: Me apparently... but that's not all...you're to be banished until this story is fixed.

ST: Boss has delegated Equilibrium and I to fix this. We must intervene in one of the universes now created and repair it. And when we succeed, Chaos, you're going to be my mother-in-law. Because you see...Equilibrium and I are getting married after this fiasco. Take that! Just knew you were going to do it, and didn't attempt to stop it—what you didn't think I was just restricted to seeing moral futures did you? I won everything here: I'll get married, get rid of you, annoy them to no end... Yes I'm a genius, you don't have to say it. Equilibrium, bring champagne; I want to declare a toast to our freedom! Anyone else want to join? Hey Chaos, why so serious?

EQ: Sorry Mom and Dad, but I agreed to this. I want to marry Story Teller. Dad... that's why you don't forget to give mom her pills...she starts to have hallucinations... when you're back I'll find a good psichiatrist. Seriously... I promise.

ST: Equi, I'll never hurt you like my mom does my dad. You can tell me anything.

EQ: Really? I'm not to be an abused man?! That's completelynew!

ST: Yeah... I decided not to abuse you, dear.

EQ: Hey Mom! Leave my fiance alone...and...

MN: He's kissing my baby! They're making out! Noooo!

ST: Well, we're out of here to...ahem...celebrate before we have to report to our new jobs and assignments. Good luck down there, dear Mommy-in-law... Sorry she dragged you along, Destiny, you're a good guy. I'll be happy to be your Daughter-in-law. Oh... I have another bad new...

CH: What now?!

ST: Hearts will be the first one dying of the Royal Family... and she'll die at 68. So... where does that leave you? TADA!