Special thanks to MisaxRyu for favoring All Because I Love You.
And another special thanks to Jayce-Grayford, and Johanna Crane for Reviewing All Because I Love You.
Jayce-Grayford: Oi, no judgment. He isn't that bad; I mean have you seen my crush? These are guilty crushes, aint nothing wrong with who we may feel is slightly attractive.
Johanna Crane: I honestly had no idea who Tom Cavanagh was until I googled him, and damn, aint nothing wrong with being attracted to that guy (he is really, really, hot.)
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It was… a very awkward car ride. First of all, the Joker (or more technically Harley, seeing as how she was behind the wheel), drove a bright purple Lincoln town car; with completely tinted windows and cup holders.
Second of all, Harley, promptly upon laying eyes on Emily, went into a fit about how "they were going to have so much fun while the boys are out of town!"; honestly, Emily almost asked to stay with the goons, at least she'd be able to defend herself against them.
Finally, the Joker. God he was so awkward…. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he began making cracks at Eddie about how "he better keep his eye on Emily otherwise she would leave him for someone else; and that she was way too beautiful for him!" Which honestly Emily disagreed with- silently, though; to openly disagree with the Joker seemed like a suicide move to her.
When it came time for Edward to get out of the car (they had arrived at the airport), Emily nearly felt bad that he had to sit on a plane with the Joker (and she highly doubted they'd make it past security). Edward moved Emily to the passenger side and leaned in through the window when she closed the door, "I won't be gone long."
"I know," she nodded; he smiled and leaned in swiftly, kissing her forehead in a chaste way, ignoring the Joker's cackles, and leaned back, "Behave, Emily." Harley pulled away and Emily looked out the window, trying to pay attention to Harley (she really was), but was failing miserably.
"We are going to have so much fun!" Harley squealed, "Just you, me, and Ivy, oh and Selena, and naturally we have Hannah, Alice and Melinda…. We get to do each other's hair, and nails, and talk about boys!"
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"Kill me now," Hannah begged Emily; both girls sat next to one another on the couch, watching as Harley and Melinda gushed over celebrity crushes.
"I never would have pegged Melinda to be like this," Alice whispered from beside Emily, "She seemed so controlled and quiet at the lounge the other day, but now she's-"
"Worse than Harley?" Selena supplied from the other end of the couch, keeping her voice down as not to alert the two on the floor.
"We do not need another Harley," Pamela moaned, face palming, "One is plenty; even with just one, it feels over whelming."
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"-And he will pop up on the screen!" Harley finished, smiling brightly down at Emily. They were sitting in the kitchen, Emily at the bar, Harley on the counter; a laptop sat in front of Emily, and said girl was pretty much done despite it was only day #2.
"I know how video chat works, Harley," Emily said calmly, smiling at the blonde, "But really, I can wait to see the Riddler- I mean, Edward, until he gets back."
"Nonsense! He insisted on seeing you," Harley cooed, "So romantic! He simply doesn't want to part from you!"
"Uh-hu." Emily smiled and thought with malice, 'Like hell that jerk doesn't want to part; he just wants to make sure I haven't run off.'
Harley left and Emily stared at the screen boredly, almost wishing that Edward would pop up seeing as how bored she was-
"Emily!" The Riddler's face appeared on the screen and Emily smiled a little; he appeared to be on a balcony, dressed in a green t-shirt with his hair ruffled, "How wonderful it is to see you! How's you sleepover going?"
"Wonderful," Emily lied through her teeth; the Riddler sensed her lie, it seemed, because he smiled in a knowing manner and gestured for her to continue, "Oh yes, we've done nails, hair, talked about boys, you know, just the usual."
"Sounds like fun," he hummed, "Don't worry darling, I will be coming home soon; the convention has been wonderful!"
"Really?" Emily asked, indulging him, "Have you gotten any autographs, collected any souvenirs?"
"Oh ha," Edward rolled his eyes, "I have had a wonderful time, thank you; and yes, I have gotten souvenirs. I even got you one."
"Oh really; is it a snow globe?" Emily asked mockingly; they both laughed, and Emily closed her eyes and shook her head. When she opened them to look at the Riddler, she found him staring at her with an unidentifiably look, "Hey, are you okay?"
"Yes," His smiled returned, "I have to go, Emily; I will see you in a day or two, okay?"
"Yeah sure," She logged off and stared at the blank screen a bit, frowning. Was she flirting? Emily laughed sarcastically; her? Flirt? Yeah, that wasn't happening; she was terrible at it. But… She did enjoy talking to him, if only just a bit… or a lot.
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"Hey Emmy!" Harley shouted from the living room, "C'mere quick!"
Emily sighed in annoyance and sat her coffee down on the counter; it was day #3, and at this point, Emily was nearly begging the Riddler to come back. She walked out into the living room and sat next to Hannah, "Yeah?"
"Group picture!" She squealed excitedly, pressing a button on the camera and hopping in the center of the group, "Everyone say cheese!" No one did, but everyone smiled; even if only to amuse Harley.
"This has been so much fun," Harley cooed, flipping through the camera, "I really enjoyed hanging out with all of you! I hope we can all be great friends; after all, we girls have got to stick together!"
As soon as she finished talking, the front door banged open, revealing a very, very, enthusiastic Joker.
"Mistah J!" Harley squealed, launching herself towards the man; Emily stood when the Riddler entered behind him, a tired look on his face. He walked over to Emily and smiled, grabbing her hand, "Told you I would be back soon."
"You are back rather sooner then I assumed," Emily hummed quietly, watching other rogues enter, "But I'm not complaining." His smiled widened and he laughed, "I'm glad you don't mind; ready to go home?"
"Yeah."
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"So honestly," Edward asked, driving through the dark streets of Gotham, "Was it that bad?"
"No," Emily answered, staring at her feet, "A little out of my comfort zone, but it wasn't bad; Harley tried to make everyone happy."
"That's nice," He hummed; they pulled up to the warehouse, "Come on, let's get inside."
"Okay," she sighed, following him in the warehouse. When they arrived in their bedroom, the first thing Emily did was collapse on the bed, "Oh, how I've missed you."
"You have?" The Riddler asked, raising an eyebrow, "I had no idea I meant that much to you."
"Not you," Emily grumbled, scooting away from him a bit when he plopped down next to her, "The bed; I've named him Wilbur."
"You've missed the bed more then you've missed me!" He exclaimed indignantly, grabbing her waist and pulling her close, "I feel insulted."
"As you should," She sniffed, "Now let go."
"No."
"You are ruining my reunion with Wilbur, you jerk, now let go of me." She swatted at his shoulder playfully and he grinned slyly, grabbing her arm and twisting her to where she was under him They paused for a moment, Edward's face only a little from hers, their noses practically brushing.
"…I really have missed you, only a little bit though." Emily admitted softly.
"I've really missed you, only a lot, though," He replied in a tone that matched hers, closing the small space and kissing her.
'This seems to becoming the norm,' Emily thought, 'And I don't really know how I feel about that.'
Before Anymore could happen, the sound of an explosion shook the building and Edward lurched away. He stood and made his way quickly to a tablet that rested on the coffee table, flipping through it rapidly, cursing.
"We need to leave," He snarled, turning on her, "You stay in this room and wait for me to come back, and if someone shows up, shoot them." He placed a gun in her hand and took off; leaving a very befuddled Emily behind.
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Had he been gone far too long? Emily wasn't sure. What she was sure of, was that she was terrified and had no idea what was going on. The door flew open and Emily nearly screamed; a large mass of man walked in cloaked completely in back and looked very menacing- "Miss Parks."
"Batman?" Emily whispered, dropping the gun, "You scared me half to death-"
"We have to leave." He left no room for agreement, grabbing her wrist and pulling her back to the door he knocked down.
"Wait!" Emily cried, digging her feet into the ground.
"Wait? Why?" That was a good question; why? Emily knew she didn't have time to ponder, and she looked to the caped vigilante, "I'm… going to stay."
"Miss Parks please we do not have time for this."
"No," she wretched her arm away, "I'm staying!"
"Why?" He turned his attention completely on her, "What is here for you that is causing you to stay? Have you developed feeling for the Riddler? He is a psychopath, Miss Parks; he cannot return the feelings. And there is no way you will be able to turn him good, it would be best for everyone if you left that to the professionals at Arkham. If you want to stay, you will end up like Harley Quinn; and do you really want that, Emily?"
"I-" Emily scrambled for an excuse looking around as though she could simply pick one up, "I don't know why I have to, I just have this feeling as though I should!"
"Miss Parks-"He didn't have time to continue, as a sudden sharp buzzing cut through the air and Batman convulsed, falling to the floor. Edward stood there in the doorway, panting, and god he looked horrible. His hair was messed up, his suit ripped, she saw a large gash on his forehead and he had a split lip.
"Edward-"Emily choked, feeling a feeling of worry and pity builds in her throat, "Are you okay?"
He smiled, dropping the electric baton he had just used on the Batman, "Oh, I'm just peachy. Come now pet, we should be taking our leave." She grabbed his outstretched hand and they fled the room; he led her down to the garage, and placed her in the passenger side of a SUV.
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Emily sat on the bed, looking down at Edward who groaned slightly, looking pathetic, "We'll stay out here for a few days, then head back into Gotham." They were at the same house/mansion that they had inhabited during Valentine's Day.
She ran a hand down the side of his face carefully, frowning, "How did he find you?"
"Not sure," he croaked, coughing, "But he was very brutal tonight; more so then usual. I must've made him very, very angry." He smiled and before she could stop herself, Emily returned it.
"Bed time." He decided, gripping her wrist and weakly pulling her down; Emily complied, allowing him to lay with his head nestled in the crook of her neck. She felt… well bad, for him. He looked really beat up and her protective urges wanted her to wrap him in a warm blanket and put him out of the reach of Batman.
"Thank you," He breathed, "and good night, Emily."
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So this guy is it until Tuesday; I plan on sleeping the rest of my break. I just got back from watching Fast and Furious 7; damn, it was good. I don't even really care for the franchise, and I don't really have any interest in cars, but I can admit it was a wonderful story, great cast, and had an epic, epic, ending. Go watch it.
So, question of the week: if you could have one special ability/mutation/power/freaky thing about you, what would it be? I would want to simply be immortal; no special gifts or anything, just never growing older.
Any who, until next time!
-Sketch1997