Sorry the chapters are so crappy lately. This one's mostly dialogue. Anway, here's chapter 6.
Chapter 6: Papercut (Linkin Park)
I marched up to Jack the next day and held out my phone.
"What?" he asked, glancing at it.
"Did you send this?" I hissed, showing him the message.
He read it and shook his head. "I don't even have your number."
I glared at him and he shrugged. "Did ya piss anyone off lately?"
"Yeah, you," I retorted. He shrugged again.
"Well I dunno. Maybe it was a-"
Just then Harley bolted around the corner and practically tackled Jack.
"Hiya Mistah J!" she said in her nasal voice.
"Hi Harley," Jack mumbled from the floor. "Get off me." Harley looked offended but did as he said.
"Is this skank bothering you puddin'?" she asked, glaring at me.
"Skank? I'm not the one who just glomped him," I pointed out.
"Shut up. Harley, go away."
Harley pouted. "B-but-"
"Go."
She sighed pathetically and sulked off.
"What a bitch," I muttered.
Jack nodded. "I bet if you poked her she'd cry."
"What?"
"She's totally harmless. Making empty threats and stuff. Like the- Wait, give me your phone."
I handed it to him and he started pressing buttons quickly. He then pulled out his own phone and pushed some more buttons.
"Huh," he muttered.
"What?"
"Well, I have good news and bad news. Which do you want first?"
"Good news."
"Okay, well, Harley sent the message," he said, handing the phone back.
"What's the bad news?" I asked.
"Um... Harley sent the message."
I groaned. "But I thought you said she was harmless."
"Yeah, but uh, she really hates you. And she's crazy. And if she can get your number without you knowing, then she can probably find out where you live."
I sighed. "Great. Just fabulous. Why does she like you anyway?"
Jack smirked. "What, and you don't?"
"In your dreams." He grinned and saluted me.
"I gotta go. Therapist appointment." He made a face and turned to leave. "Bye."
"Bye." He waved, then left.
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Jack's POV
Jack sat on the beige couch in the corner of the room. Ms. Arkham sat down in front of him, holding a clipboard and pen.
"Okay, Jack. So, why don't we talk about the little incedent that occurred a few days ago. Would you like to explain what you were feeling at the time?"
Jack stared blankly at her. "No."
She nodded and took down some notes. "Had you been under the influence of any illegal substances?"
He just stared at her. "How's your life, huh Elizabeth? Ever get tired of the child psychiatry?"
She blinked. "We're not here to talk about me, Jack. We're here to talk about your little schemes and riots."
He grinned. "I don't scheme, Elizabeth. It all just falls into place."
She scribbled something on her clipboard. "What do you mean?"
"I don't expect you to understand, 'doctor'. But, uh, you can't stop the anarchy. And Gotham will burn." With that, he threw back his head and laughed.