Once I told her everything that had happened with Joker and Crane, Ivy looks suddenly exhausted.
"You're okay?" I ask her with concern.
She nods again. She knows I'm telling the truth. It was all true.
"I'll make some tea. Would you like some?"
"Yes, please."
I walk to the kitchen and start making the tea. The water is boiling slowly while I'm looking at the girl who used to be my sweet girlfriend. My heart aches.
I offer her a cup of tea. She looks into it, sipping a little bit before her face lights up.
"It's really good!"
I smile.
"Yeah, it's your favorite."
"How do you kn... Oh right."
"I know everything about you, Ive."
Ivy looks into my eyes for a second before looking down.
"I'm sorry, but I don't... remember anything about us... About you being my girlfriend. .."
Then she lets out a quick laugh and stroke her forehead with her fingertips. "This is so weird..."
I sigh.
"Yeah... But I understand. It's okay. We'll work it out."
"I... I do remember when we first met though..."
She twists her hair with her fingers and looks down.
"Really?"
"Yeah. You were really sweet to me. Back in Arkham...
"Oh."
I frown.
"Why didn't you say anything about it? You said you didn't know me at all!"
She smiles faintly and nods.
"I'm sorry... It was so... scary... waking up like that, in a place you don't recognize... My mind was so blurry..."
I nod.
"How far do you remember me?"
She puts down her mug of tea on the kitchen bar and thinks for a few seconds. I frown as she raises her eyes to meet mine.
"You were a psychiatrist in Arkham. I was your patient. Then, you... turned quite bad. Right?"
I nod slowly. I tried so hard not to remember these things. Not to remember my past. But it was all coming back to me now. I couldn't prevent it.
I fell in love. It was inevitable. He was the only person who needed me, who liked to be with me. My life was now between his hands. He gave me so many nightmares.
And one day… I made a completely different dream… Very different indeed… I wish I could tell it was a nightmare because the truth was so disturbing.
He has infiltrated me. I woke up sweating, but also… so… wet.
I really believed I could do it. I really believed I could change him. Save him.
In Arkham, in some dirty bathroom, I put make up on my face for the first time since college. I wanted to look nice. For him.
When he saw me like that, he smiled. And from this moment, I knew. I will succeed. Because I believed in him. I trusted him.
I laughed when I plunged my nails into his skin. He asked me why. I said I only wanted to heal his scars, but instead, I was adding new ones. He smiled and kissed me.
Later, alone in my bed, still shaking from his touch, I felt so happy. My head was full of ideas, plans, of hope. I could do it. I'll be the woman who saved him. The only one.
It was a selfish thought, but I didn't care. After I slept with my patient, I couldn't exactly pretend to be flawless and ethical. Thanks to me, he will have a reason to go out of the abyss. He only had to take my hand. In my dreams, he did. It was like a prophecy. First, I will save him. Then I will save everyone else. I will rid this city of its monsters.
"You're okay?"
Ivy's voice brought me back to reality.
"I'm fine..."
"You seemed... out for a minute."
I take a deep breath.
"Sorry..."
"Well, I was saying, after you ran out with Joker and became... well, very different, I managed to escape Arkham. About four years later, I got arrested, and we met again that day when I was thrown into your cell. I don't remember anything about us after that."
I can't say anything at the moment. I'm trying so hard not to cry.
Ivy slowly walks towards me. She puts her hand on my shoulder.
"We've been through a lot together, haven't we?"
"Yeah..." I reply with a broken voice.
I feel hot tears on my cheeks. Ivy takes me into her arms. I hold her tightly, as she holds me back. The embrace lasts for a few seconds. It feels so nice. It's like I can breathe again.
"Give me some time okay? I imagine it's really hard for you. But it is for me too. " She says with the softer tone.
"Sure."
Ivy wipes any trace of tears from my face. She then heads to the bedroom and closes the door behind her.
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Arkham Buddies
FanfictionI don't remember how long I've been locked in here. A week? A month? Two maybe? All I know is that he will come rescue me. He always does. First because he loves me and can't live too long without me and second because it's kind of his fault if I en...
