Evelyn walked down the hallway flanked by two guards and glared at the floor. She could feel the disgusting stares of the other inmates, most of them the perverted and lewd stares from the Blackgate transfers from a fire that had broken out a few days before, the others the unseeing stares of the Arkham loonies. The doctors hadn't seen her as dangerous, so they'd put her in with the category two patients and some of the least dangerous Blackgate thugs.

They'd also separated her from Victor.

She wasn't very happy about that.

They pulled her into a room and sat her down across from a doctor. She was so upset at having to be interviewed that she didn't even notice the guards leaving her alone in the room with the doctor.

"Patient interview number one, patients name is Evelyn Byrd-Lennox, also known as Evie. For the record, this is the first time the patient has been in-"

"Make that detained in," Evelyn snapped.

"Arkham Asylum. Good morning, Ms. Lennox, how are you feeling?" The woman asked. Evelyn glared at her.

"I'm fine," she said.

"Yes, of course. My name is Gretchen Whistler," the doctor continued. "I requested to be your doctor-"

"Requested?"

"Ah, yes. I requested to be your doctor as I am also Victor's doctor. I feel that getting to understand you will help me understand Victor."

"Why do you need to understand us?" Evelyn asked. "We aren't crazy."

"Evelyn-"

"You have no right to call me by my first name, Doctor. Victor and I are not crazy. We are helping-"

"Miss Lennox, then. How do you suppose you are helping people when you are killing them?"

"Killing is such a terrible word. It's a wrong word. We liberate the people, doctor."

"Liberate?"

"All of you are just zombies, just waiting for someone to come along and save you from your mundane existence. We can save you, Doctor."

"Do you think Victor thought of you as a zombie before, Miss Lennox?" Doctor Whistler asked.

"Yes. I was a zombie. I was his zombie."

"His zombie?"

"Yes."

"Did Victor have any ownership of you? How were you his zombie?"

"He didn't own me, unless you count the ways in which any woman is a man's. I was, and am his and he was, and is mine."

"You were lovers?"

"Are, doctor, are. There is no past tense when it comes to Victor and I."

"Of course. Perhaps we should talk about something else, now. You were pregnant, yes?"

"Yes."

"And it was, indeed, Victor's?"

"Of course. What do you think I am, doctor, just some harlot from a street corner? The village bicycle? This interview is over."

"Miss Lennox, I control when and if this interview is over with."

"No doctor, no you don't," Evelyn hissed. Quicker than the doctor thought possible, Evelyn stood out of her chair and wrapped her hands around the doctor's slim neck, applying a firm amount of pressure, just enough to hurt and make it difficult to talk and breathe but not enough to cause damage. "I could give you sweet, liberating oblivion right now doctor. For me, this session is over."

"GUARDS!" Doctor Whistler managed to choke out. Evelyn pushed the doctor away from her and sat back in the chair just before the guards barreled in.

"This session is over. Bring Miss Lennox back to her cell."

"Indeed, bring Miss Lennox back to her cage, Jeeves," Evelyn said coldly, standing up from her chair. One of the guards grabbed her roughly and they escorted her from the room.

More than likely she'd been moved up a category level.

"Ah, Doctor," Zsasz said, looking at the doctors neck. "Where did you get such a pretty black and blue necklace?" Dr. Whistler rubbed her neck gently. Evelyn had left quite a mark on the doctor's body and mind.

"Evelyn gave them to me," the doctor conceded under his questioning gaze. "Now, enough about me, Victor, we are here for you. Guards, you can leave us."

"Sorry, doc, the other patient is still in transit. We can't leave you alone with him. He might try to escape and go after her."

"Very well then." Doctor Whistler looked back over to Victor. "How are you feeling to-"

"My Evelyn gave those to you?" He asked, interrupting the doctor.

"Yes, Victor. Now-"

"She truly is learning fast. My Evelyn isn't a zombie anymore."

"Really? She mentioned something of the sort when I spoke to her."

"Oh, yes, my Evelyn isn't a zombie anymore."

"And how is she not a zombie, Victor?" Dr. Whistler asked, though a gnawing feeling that turned her stomach into a bottomless pit told her she already knew the answer.

"Because she's special."

"How is she special, Victor?"

"She is mine. She can see everything. I'm happy the Joker decided to add her onto the guest list."

"Guest list?"

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Victor immediately pulled her to him, holding her in his arms, his chin resting on her head.

"My Evelyn," he whispered.

"Now isn't that precious?" The clown's voice came over the intercom.

"So romantic. True love," They could hear Harley sigh in the background.

"Loonies and Madmen, I present Mr. and Mrs. Zsasz," the Joker cackled. The intercom cut out.

Evelyn looked over at the knife by the bodies and went over and picked it up. She looked over at Victor before slowly walking back towards him. She cut off the sleeve of her uniform before looking up at him again. She held the knife by the blade and handed the hilt to Victor.

"Two," she whispered quietly. Victor took the knife in one hand and gently took her bicep in his hand.

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I hope you liked this one!

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Oh yeah, toooootalllyyyy a sweet couple, liberating the populace and all :)

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You're amazing and I love you. Okay, for your first sentence, I just have one question: is the story dark enough that I should change the rating, or is T still an okay rating? And to the rest: you're incredibly amazing and you've given me a bajillion ideas for the story, not to mention the kick in the pants it took for me to get up off of my lazy butt and actually write this chapter. THANK YOU!