A/N: The lack of reviews in this section is pathetic.

Courtney's POV

I barely remember how I got here. According to Jeff, it's been two weeks since he's held me captive. I wouldn't know if it had been two weeks or two years at this point. There are no windows at Arkham Asylum. And I wouldn't trust the clocks. Each one tells a different time. Hell, I could be in Tokyo and I wouldn't be surprised.

The cell that Jeff and I shared seemed to get grander and grander with each passing day. One day, it was just a bed, chair, and table. Now there was a recliner and a couch, as well. I didn't dare ask where he got them from. I quickly learned not to question his methods…

Until I witnessed it for myself.

There was a knock on the tiny cell door. Jeff leaped up from his horizontal position on the bed and jaunted as he approached the door.

"What?" he barked at the visitor.

"Your pizza is here," the young man at the door said.

I couldn't believe it. He actually ordered a fucking pizza in this joint. But how the hell did it get here? We're on an island. What did this kid do, float on the pizza box like a raft? I really didn't want to know why or how he ordered a pizza, but I knew I wouldn't eat a bit of it.

"What a coincidence…" Jeff sighed. "So is your death."

I had to close my eyes to avoid witnessing the demise of this teenage boy, but Jeff's knife skills were quicker than my hands. In one swift motion, the knife was exposed and the poor boy was dead.

I don't know why I still found myself to be shocked by his behavior. This was most characteristic of Jeff, but I thought that maybe since he pretty much controlled this place, his anger and murderous antics would also be controlled. I guess not.

When Jeff looked over at me, I acted as if nothing had happened. I acted as if he just paid the milkman.

In fact, Jeff was the angry one.

"Why are you acting as if that didn't happen, Court?" he snarled, storming up to me after he picked up the pizza box, expertly tossing it onto the table.

"I'm used to it," I mumbled, but I don't think that was the response he was looking for.

His hand moved backwards as he raised it up. I cowered against the wall, afraid he was going to hit me. True to his style, he once again shocked me when he lowered his hand and frowned at me. "You mean…you didn't get it?"

"No?" I asked. I didn't even understand his question.

"He said the pizza had arrived…and I said that his death did, as well," he explained, chuckling.

I didn't find it funny.

Jeff's POV

I can't believe she didn't get my joke. I'm insulted. This pains me deeply. I feel more remorse about this than I do about killing this pizza kid. Little did he know, he wasn't really delivering me a pizza…but still. He was just the messenger, but those are some of my favorite people to kill.

"I'll be right back," I mumbled to Courtney. I picked up the kid and dragged him down the hallway to the Dollhouse. I think his nametag read "Jack," but the blood was covering it up so I couldn't tell.

When I came back, Courtney was looking in the pizza box which she had opened. Normally, I would have been a little angry with her, and if it was anybody else, I'd have killed them. Honestly, I've been finding her rather intriguing and adorable. She can live.

Courtney saw me, and she snapped the box shut, as if she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

"No, go ahead," I said, urging her to continue. She reopened the box and picked up the two objects that were inside. "Here." I extended my hand, and she placed the two crowns in my grasp.

"Why did you order headgear instead of food?" she asked, her eyebrows raised at me.

"Hah," I chuckled, twirling my own crown around my finger. I placed it on my head and said, "Courtney, I am the king of Arkham. And you…" I stepped towards her and placed the dainty tiara on her head. "You are the queen."

Courtney's POV

If I wasn't afraid that he'd kill me at any second, I'd have kicked him in the nuts and ran away. But where would I run to? As far as I knew, he and I were the only people left around here. I've never seen anyone else. Sure, there could be inmates left. And we're on an island. My swimming skills aren't quite up to par.

His eyes gleamed as he looked at me. It was a look I had never seen before. He was proud. He was compassionate.

And maybe it was the thought of being royal that was getting to me. But seeing him with that crown on his head and feeling one on my own…He had never looked more attractive to me. His eloquence was stunning, his antics were funny, and his jokes were beautiful.

And even though he's keeping me here against my will…Even though he's a murderous psychopath…

I think I'm falling in love with him.