𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

Gotham, New York

GOTHAM, NEW YORK
Jane and Ansel stand in the streets of New York. They're by the airport. "Goth-Fucking-Am," Jane mumbles, smelling the gun power in the air. "Home sweet fucking home," she continues as they step into a beat up taxi bar.

Her and Ansel made plans to visit their hometown in hopes to find Ansel's old friends. They, also, are immortal. "How is it being back," Ansel asks her as she looks out the window.

"..Like reopening an old wound," Jane replies after a moment of silence. Sighing, Ansel takes her hand. "Maybe this can help you heal," he says. "..Yeah. Maybe," she whispers, looking down.

THE GOTHAM HOTEL
Jane sits on the squeaky mattress as her and Ansel rummage through their luggage. "Okay. Let's see," she sighs, looking through a map that was given to her at the airport. "We have.. Narrow's Bar, Siren's Lounge, Fish Mooney's strip club. Ooh, that sounds interesting," she mumbles.

"Vampires don't drink," Ansel comments, sitting beside her. "Well, duh. But, we could still have a little fun. Meet with some old friends, if you catch my drift," Jane winks, smirking.

"Hey! Ivy and I were nothing, but a fling," Ansel quickly defends himself. "Yeah, why was that? You two looked like you were meant for each other. Except for the part that she was an inmate and you were her therapist," Jane stops to think about it. "Giving me some major Harley Quinn and Joker vibes," she mumbles.

Laughing, Ansel shakes his head. Jane laughs with him, enjoying the moment. "Hey. So, is Merry Andrew still a big fan of her," he asks, smiling.

Merry Andrew is a personality who dresses like a harlequin and always carries a bat and toys. "A fan? Honey, no. Harley is her. Harley Quinn walked so Merry Andrew could run," Jane replies, chuckling. Her and Ansel sit and talk for a few hours before they head out the motel.

EGYPT
Carlisle and Esme visit another coven in Egypt. "Amun, please," Carlisle begs his friend. "I cannot help you, Carlisle," Amun tells him. "I wouldn't ask if it weren't urgent," he tells him. "You must go," Amun shakes his head.

Suddenly, Amun's son, Benjamin uses his powers to make the water in their small house pool rise up like a wall to block the doorway. "I'd like to hear about it. I never get to meet any of Amun's friends. He likes to keep me hidden," Benjamin says with a genuine smile.

"I can't imagine why," Carlisle replies, amazed by his beautiful gift. Benjamin makes the water fall back into the pool and walks up to Carlisle. They shake hands. "Carlisle," Carlisle introduces himself. "Benjamin," he does the same also.

GOTHAM'S STREETS
Jane skips through Gotham's streets, remembering what it was like to live in the dump. Ansel drives to his friends' homes, seeking assistance. He agreed to letting her stay alone.

"Woah," she gasps, accidentally bumping into someone. "I'm so sorry," she apologizes, looking up. A small gasp escapes her lips as she sees the man in front of her. "Oh my God," she whispers, shocked.

"Jane," the Mad Hatter asks, unsure if its really her. "Oh my fucking God! It really is you," she squeals, throwing her arms around the serial killer. "Hold the fuck up! What the hell happened? Harrison told me you made a plan with Ivy. Did it work," she asks.

"My dear, Jane. Curious as ever. Well. It did, for a while. We ended up getting caught, but I did my time and got released. What about you? Streets haven't talked about you in a while," he says, pulling away from the hug.

That's when he finally noticed the red tint in her eyes, though they're covered by brown eye contact lenses. Jane's skin color has also changed. Her naturally tanned skin now looks pale, though she looks just as beautiful. The Mad Hatter always thought of Jane as beautiful, but now she's gorgeous.

"Yeah. Well, a lot has changed. I'm, actually, living in Washington at the moment. I moved in with my uncle and cousin. I'm also married now and a mother.. two kids. Eden and Rosalice. I know- who would've thought," she blabs, smiling at her old friend.

The Mad Hatter places his hand on her shoulder. "Jane, I'm so happy for you. Seriously," he tells her, every bit genuine. Him and Jane speak for a while before they part ways with one another.

Jane's figure walks through the night's streets as she stuffs the Mad Hatter's phone number into her jean pocket. By now, it's already dark. As she walks deeper into the night, she watches a church appear in the distance. Her feet stop mid-walk as her smile drops. Almost as if she's in a trance, she stands in front of it, unable to move.

FIN