Gotham And The Underworld (Book 4 finale)

Chapter 1

It's been just over a year since Harley and I escaped Arkham. I'm coming up for 17 in a few months time, it's just been christmas and it's freezing out. I don't think it's ever been this mad. We're in this quiet, abandoned-ish little city in new york called Hook. It's kind of nice, not a lot of people around which in me and Harley's case, it's a good thing. We live in some apartment that we got for our van. We traded it with some random crazy guy who said that there were dead people living in this town, but mostly his apartment. So we gave him our van and told him to get out of here, and we took his home in return. It seems ok to me, it doesn't bother me in the slightest. When we first moved in, there was only one bed so we Harley and I used to share for a while. Then Harley got a temporary job at the local store, and the money eventually brought me my own bed. She starts up her career as a psychiatrist again next week, meaning better pay and i'll see her for a few extra hours each day. We live pretty normal lives now, Harley has dyed her hair back to the blonde it was before, but her brown roots are starting to come in. We both cover up our tattoos with makeup everyday before we leave the house, just in case. I have quite a normal life too. I used to go to school, but I only lasted a week. They kicked me out because I kept getting a little out of hand. I mean I had people there who liked me, but I influenced the other students badly, I used to tell them everything Harley and I would get up to instead of listening. I just didn't like the environment. They caught me on camera trying to set fire to things. They decided I had to go and now I just walk Harley to work every morning and hang by myself all day. I usually do what Im not allowed to do much anymore: I put on my old outfit and pretend I was still the Princess of Gotham. I pretend that Barbara is still alive and that she's coming back any minute. I do miss her. Harley took the letter she wrote for me away and hid it, because she thinks it'll stop me from moving on, but I found it under her bedside table the other day and I read it over and over. She tried to take the coat as well, but I begged her and she let me keep it, though she's still trying to get me to give it up.
"It's so unhealthy for you to hang onto it. You won't ever be able to move on," She tells me.
This is where everything starts to go south. We had an argument about it when Harley got home from her shift.
"I don't want to move on yet, it's still fresh on my mind and i'm not ready,"
"Well it's been over a year, how much longer do you need?" She sighs.
"How am I supposed to know? This hasn't happened to me before," I tell her.
"Well I have. And honestly, Lucy, just let it go, it's not worth it,"
"Let it go? How long did it take YOU to move on, huh? You haven't let HIM go and it's been what? 3 years?"
"That was different, we were made for eachother," She tries to defend herself.
"Oh listen to yourself! You think I feel any different to you? You know what, i'm done," I yell.
"Lucy, I am a psychiatrist. I do know what to do," She says softly.
"You're so different now! You don't understand me anymore. Just because you're a psychiatrist again and you managed to fix your life and change!"
"You need to tell me if you're not happy," She says to me.
"Well clearly i'm not! Neither were you at first. I really thought you would be supportive of me through this," I tell her.
I pick up my bag.
"Where are you going?" She asks, slightly alarmed.
"I need to breathe," I cry, going to the door.
"Lucy, come ba-" She calls after me. I shut the door and just walk.