My unwanted best friend.

Doctor Young: Taped patient interview 21, Patient's name is Edward Nigma, also known as the Riddler. So.. Edward, Warden Sharp tells me you've been leaving threatening riddles scrawled on the Asylums walls. Again.

Riddler: One would have to be severely paranoid to read threats into harmless riddles, Doctor Young. May I test you with one?

Doctor Young: Very well.

Riddler: What is it that walks on four legs, then two legs and finally three legs?

Doctor Young: A human being. As a baby it crawls on four limbs, as an adult it walks on two and it later years it uses a cane.

Riddler: (Chuckling) Good try, but the answer to all three is a baby. True it crawls on all fours, but cut of it's legs and it can only hobble around on two limbs, give it a crutch, it can huddle around on three, you see?

Doctor Young: That's horrible. How can you even joke about that?

Riddler: Easily Doctor. It's not my baby.

(End Tape.)

Edward was led through the halls back to his cell block. God knows he had fun in that session, just the look of pure horror on the Doctor's face made him smile.

Of course he wouldn't do that to any child, a suffer of child abuse himself, hurting a child was one thing he would not do.

Even he had standers.

He was shoved, not too lightly into his cell and the door slammed behind him, but Edward felt no need to complain this time, he was in far too good a mood.

The look on Doctor Young's face was priceless, it was great!

"Hey Eddie!"

Edward groaned. That voice ended all happiness for him. "What do you want?"

Jester frowned. "Ya' meant to say 'Hi' back Ya' know. It's only polite!"

Edward glared at the set of jade green eyes through the gap. "Hello."

Jester grinned. "That's better. So how was Ya' interview session thingy?"

Edward smirked. "It was… surprisingly pleasant."

Jester giggled. "Did Ya' scare her?"

"In a way," Edward said with a smirk as he lay down on his bed.

Jester continued to giggle and it was becoming irritating.

"What are you laughing at?" he snapped.

"Oh, it's just what Waylon calls me. Pop corn chicken!"

Edward rolled his eyes. "Do you want to know why he calls you that?"

Jester leaped at the bars of her cell. "Yes please!"

"He calls you that because that's what he's going to imagine he's eating while he's eating you."

There was a pause before a small amount of giggling. "At least it's not as bad as what he calls you."

Edward frowned. "How do you know what he calls me?" recalling the time Croc called him a 'toothpick'.

"Jonny told me."

Edward raised an eyebrow. 'Jonny'? "Well, I'm sure, Jonny should know better," Edward growled.

"Oh please, are you moping now because you miss a certain someone?" snapped Jonathan.

Edward felt heat rising to his cheeks. "S- shut up Jonathan!"

Jester became intrigued. "No, Jonny, come on share with us, who is Eddie missing?"

"I'm afraid I can't say Jester," Jonathan said with a sigh.

"Oh is this about that girl Eddie loved in the past? The one that, despite what he says, he still has some feelings for her?"

"Harley!" Edward yelled.

"Sorry Eddie, but it is rather sweet. You and her, two crazy kids in love! It was so sweet!" cried Harley.

"Oh are you talking about that chick Nigma dated?" asked Floyd somewhere down the hall.

"Didn't you two become engaged?" asked Lyons.

"Please enough!" yelled Edward. That was a part of his life he didn't want to think about.

"You were engaged?" Jester questioned.

"Leave it alone Jester!" Edward snapped.

Jester was taken aback by the anger that backed that order so she shut her mouth and lay down on her bed, hoping that she wouldn't get any nightmares tonight.

That would be embarrassing.

There she was standing in front of the mirror, a shallow look on her face.

Black and white stared back at her. Black and white.

People weren't supposed to be black and white, she wasn't supposed to be black and white.

Perfect, little Jessica Turner was always perfect, that's what her mother had said, little Jessie was always so perfect.

Her sister hated that, now Jessica realised that she actually hated her more. She didn't hate perfect, she hated the fact that Jessica was perfect.

She was always so good, never bad, always the nice one, never rude or violent.

She continued to stare at herself in the mirror and black and white stared back.

What's black and white and red all over? me.

Tears leaked from her eyes before she broke into laughter.

Stupid she was so stupid, to even trust her sister!

Her long hair was now black and white scraggly stuff, it barley flowed, stupid chemicals had obviously damaged it.

She looked back at the mirror.

Perfect little Jessica Turner.

No!

Not any more!

Jessica gripped the sink in anger. She was not perfect, she was done being perfect!

Running into the other room, she rifled through the different draws, emptying them out onto the floor, fiddling through paper and books till she found the pair of purple scissors she kept with her.

Running back into the bathroom, Jessica looked back in the mirror.

She was done with being perfect.

She grabbed her hair and pulled it back into a pony tail, before she began to hack through the strands with her scissors.

Jessica Turner, perfect little girl.

The scissors were getting stuck, but Jessica didn't care, she would just cut through it harder.

Jessica Turner, perfect girl. Always doing what mommy and daddy say. Never stepping out of line.

She was almost through, just hoped she had some hair gel in the draw.

Jessica Turner never ever getting anything wrong, always so sweet, always so innocent.

She let the bunch of hair she'd just cut fall to the floor, rummaging through the draw till her hand found the hair gel. She cut a few stray bits off and ruffled her hair, running her finger in the hair gel and then her hair.

Jessica Turner, always so perfect!

Jessica screamed and smashed the hair gel pot on the side of the sink, bits cut her hand but she hardly cared, she could hardly feel the pain.

She looked at herself in the mirror and realised something was missing.

She opened the second draw and threw stuff out, flinging it out across the room till she found the theatre make up.

Purple she found the purple.

Putting it on her finger she then looked in the mirror and began to draw diamond from her eye, to her check bone back to her eye again, before she filled it in with more purple. Then she did the same to the other side.

Jessica Turner perfect and silly little girl. Jessica Turner the lonely little girl who's just so perfect.

Gone.

She went back threw the draw and found the black lipstick that her and her sister, Sasha, only ever used for Halloween.

She ran it over her lips, staring at her reflection in the mirror.

Jessica Turner so perfect, so little and innocent.

She was never coming back, the past was now in the past.

Jessica looked at her reflection and smiled.

That perfect girl was gone.

Jessica Turner was gone.

Jester stared back.

White and black, black and white, white and black, black and white.

Jester woke in a cold sweat as the memory flooded her mind.

Why, why did it have to be that memory?

She felt tears streaking down her face and she very quickly wiped them away.

Stupid memory, stupid Sasha, stupid, stupid, stupid-!

"Jester?"

She paused and went wide eyed, staring at nothing but the darkness of her cell.

Her hands gripped her skull, she was pulling at her hair and tears still fell down her face.

"Jester?"

It was Eddie. What should she do, she feared opening her mouth in case her voice betrayed her.

"Black and white clown?"

A smile tugged at her lips slightly. "Yeah Eddie?" she asked, her voice braking a tiny bit.

"Please be quiet, I'm trying to sleep."

Jester gave a breathy laugh. "Sure thing, sorry I woke you."

"And Jester?"

"Yeah Eddie?"

"You're still perfect, just in a different way."

Jester paused. "Did I say anything else?"

"No. You just kept on muttering, 'I'm not perfect, I'm not perfect.' So I'm telling you, you are, just in a different way."

There was a long pause. Longer then what Edward was comfortable with for the girl.

"I know you're trying to be as nice as you can Eddie, but you see, I'm not perfect and I'm glad that I'm not."

Edward glanced over at the small window in his cell door. "You had a nightmare about you being perfect? That is slightly strange and rather unique. Most would have a nightmare about not being perfect."

"Like you?"

Edward narrowed his eyes at the small window in his cell and walked over to it. "I am perfect."

"You think you are. That's why I'm saying, you have nightmares about you not being perfect."

Edward glared. "I don't have nightmares, little girl, unlike yourself. See that's what I get for being nice, everybody always snaps at me!"

Jester giggled lightly. "Ya' know, being perfect, isn't all what it's cut out to be."

"And how would you know? You just told me you had a nightmare about being perfect!" Edward snapped at her.

"I never said it was a nightmare. It was a memory. I have been perfect Eddie. It's not nice and all it does is get you into trouble."

Edward could tell something in the child's voice had changed, something between anger and sadness… regret maybe? "Is that how you became black and white?"

The girl didn't answer, she sighed and there was the sound of blankets moving as, Edward guessed, she rolled over.

"Everyone said I was perfect Eddie. What I forgot was, perfect is a personal thing, a way you are could only be perfect in only a few peoples eyes, not everyone would agree. I learnt that the hard way," Jester explained. "Still, I always look on the bright side, if it weren't for that little… accident, I wouldn't be myself and I would always be 'perfect', well to tell you the truth I'm sick of being perfect!"

Edward was silent.

"And now I'm not perfect, I don't need to worry about anybody else, I don't have to be the good girl."

Edward sighed and walked back to his bed. "Fine, just… be quiet. I have enough trouble getting to sleep as it is."

Jester giggled. "Okay, good night, don't let the crazies bite!"

"I take it the Doctors are included in that statement?"

"Oh but of course, remember, you don't have to be crazy to work here, but it helps."

Edward smirked slightly. "I don't know why people would want to work here."

"Health insurance!"

Edward frowned and raised an eyebrow. "Health insurance?"

"Uh huh! Considering how many riots this place has, the health insurance must be amazing!"

Edward couldn't help it, he smiled and chuckled a little. "Maybe you're right."

"My god! You can laugh!" Jester cried.

Edward rolled his eyes. "Good night Jester."

"Good night Eddie!"

"Edward!"

"What ever."

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