~Small and white

Clean and bright

You look happy to meet me~

Arkham Asylum was empty.

Jerome Valeska did not know why this was the case but he was not about to complain, because he was not entirely alone. The girl with the golden hair stood on the other side of the unfurnished rec hall, tables gone.

Harleen Quinzel's pale feet started to walk towards him and her eyes stayed on his, not once taking the time to blink.

When they were less than an inch apart they stood in watchful silence, a silence that consumed them both and so many worlds beyond.

Jerome Valeska smiled.

"Milady," Suddenly he bowed with an extravagant flourish. "May I have this dance?", he asked.

Harley, eyes unmoving, cocked her head to the side. "There's no music." She murmured quietly.

Jerome looked at her quizzically, "Who needs music to dance?"

Harley cast her eyes down, "I do." She whispered.

He rolled his eyes and raised his hands up, palms facing forwards. Harley raised an eyebrow. "You surrender?" Jerome let out a laugh.

"Surrender? No Puddin, do what I'm doing."

She frowned but complied, mirroring his pose. "Do you want a high five?", she asked, voice unsure.

He just smiled.

"Place your hands on mine."

Harley looked at him, her expression was one close to fear. It was the very least evident that somewhere in her head a voice was screaming, probably the thing closest to sanity that she had, and it screamed that he was untrustworthy. But there had to be a little part of her that did trust him, because she did as he asked.

Once again the cold of her hands sent a shock through him. Was she even human? But then he interlaced his fingers with hers and in the light he had a full view of the scars and burns that graced her arms. Of course she was merely human, it was silly of him to think otherwise. She and him were the only humans who were really true to themselves.

Their feet began to move, slowly, cautious, like babies taking their first steps. At first they both refused the idea of no eye contact, but then Jerome leaned in closely to her ear.

He began to sing.

"Edelweiss, edelweiss, every morning you greet me." He began, his voice smooth as ever.

"Small and white, clean and bright..."

At this Harley closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder. He stopped for a moment, before clearing his throat and continuing on.

"You look happy to meet me."

All of a sudden Jerome heard a voice, high pitched and lilting, that began to sing the next line.

"Blossom of snow may you bloom and grow, bloom and grow forever."

He chuckled in contentment. She was more wonderful than he had ever imagined. He never knew that violence could be so beautiful.

In unison, they continued their jerky awkward movements and in unison they both sang.

"Edelweiss, edelweiss, bless my Gotham forever."

He pulled back for moment. He wanted, no he needed, to see her face. She stopped singing and calmly watched him study her. She looked exactly the same, the same fuchsia bow shaped mouth, the same pert button nose and the same eyebrows that were so much darker than the color of her hair but he must have seen something else because his eyes widened.

"What are you?" He whispered.

Harley didn't answer.

Slowly, he raised his hand to brush a stray lock of blonde hair away from her face and he tucked it behind her ear. On his own, never once looking away from her face, he began to sing again.

"Edelweiss..."

The room was covered in blood, but it was gone quicker than it came.

"Edelweiss..."

There were bodies this time, mangled rotting corpses that filled the space between their feet, but they were gone in a second and Jerome didn't care cause his eyes were on Harley and he was leaning close, closer than they had ever been before.

"Bless my Gotham..."

The blood was on them this time, dripping from head to toe But it was there and then it wasn't and then it was again, but he was so close..."

"Forever..."

And they were a hairs breadth apart but if Jerome had cared to look up at that moment he would have realized that those corpses were all the same, with the same golden hair but then...

"HEY GINGER! I'M TRYING TO TALK TO YOU."

Jerome blinked, and he realized it wasn't Harley in front of him but Barbara who was sitting on the opposite side of a table.

She didn't look particully pleased.

"Are you done with your little daydream, I need someone to have a conversation with."

He was in the rec room but all the tables were still here and sadly the inmates weren't dead. He guessed something were too good to be true. He turned to Barbara, " What about Aaron or Richie poo? I'm sure both of them would be rather eager to have a chat with you."

She frowned, "What, Thing one and thing two? You expect me to have an intelligent conversation with them? I need someone who doesn't have the I.Q of a plastic pot plant." Jerome shrugged, "Well then I see that I am indeed your only option, besides your own reflection."

Barbara's tone turned to an almost annoying wheedling pitch. "Will you please? You can even pick the topic of conversation, I can give you the answers you need." She pouted, "Pretty please? For me?"

Jerome chortled quietly. "How can I resist that?"

Quietly pleased with herself and her exceptional influence on men, she settled herself in her seat. "So ginger, what do you want to know? Who do you want the gossip on? The mayor? Taylor Swift? Bruce Wayne? Come on, give me a name, I know everything about everyone."

He didn't have time for her games. There was only one person he wanted to know about. He leaned in close, only daring to whisper her name.

"Harleen Quinzel."

/

Meanwhile, in the maximum security ward of the asylum, Harley woke up from the first sleep she'd had since she came to Arkham two years ago. Rubbing the last remnants of the Sandman's handiwork from her eyes, she abruptly stopped and sat up straight.

"I had the strangest dream." She said to nobody in particular.

She turned to the cameras, staring straight into the pair of curious eyes on the other side.

"I had the strangest dream." She said to two somebodies in particular.

Then she turned back, hunched over her knees and she began to rock back and forth, muttering almost intelligible words, the ravings of madness. But if you listened closely you could hear... "Edelweiss, edelweiss..."

/

There is something wrong.

Terribly wrong.

For if Jerome had only looked away from the girl's face for a moment he would have realized.

He would have realized that the corpses were not of the inmates...

The corpses were all Harleen Quinzel.

Notes:

Ok I know you are all going what the actual crap is this. What is going on? I know this chapter is sought of trippy but there is oh so many hints of what's to come. So please remember this chapter. And this song if you can. Like really the song is one of the most important parts of the story.

Now, some smart ones will notice that what Harleen actually said to Jerome about why she lived in the Narrows hasn't been mentioned. If you noticed that, good job, I'll probably reveal that in the next chapter, you have all been given a sneak peek into her past but did she really tell Jerome anything? Her response was probably not what you think it was... and it's going to turn the whole story on its head! If you think you know what she said, please leave comments down below.

Now on to important business... WHY HAS NOBODY WORKED OUT WHO HER FATHER IS? Come on, I made it really easy for you guys, there is SO MANY CLUES I thought at first that I had made it too easy. PLEASE TELL ME WHO YOU THINK IT IS!

Also, I love Barbara, I can't do her Justice with my writing but I love her character and how she and Jerome interact.

MAJOR LEGION SPOILERS AHEAD SKIP THIS IF YOU ARE NOT UP TO EPISODE 4!

Fun fact of the day, one of my biggest theories of Legion that I kept suggesting to other members of the currently very small Legion fandom, the one that has been shut down so many times by the others, has finally been revealed. FROM EPISODE 2 I TOTALLY CALLED THE FACT THAT LENNY WAS THE YELLOW EYED MONSTER! People kept telling me I was wrong but I kept insisting and it turns out I was correct. It is also possible though that Lenny was a real person at Clockworks, because Syd met her and killed her, but I could be wrong about that, because it appears that Syd can also see the monster so you know.

Yep, that's my rant of the day, sorry bout that.

Now I'm going to go waltz with a certain ginger, who in my ear will whisper these words...

"Edelweiss..."