Reputation (a Nygma Story)

Dress

All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation
My hands are shaking from holding back from you (ah, ah, ah)

I walk back into the aparment, because I forgot my jacket. When I get it, Kat looks at me in a different way. It's like...

Suddendly, she punches me. I think she now remembers who I am, and everything that I've done to her. I deserve this. She is finally kissing me as I remeber her.

- The next few days, we will be dancing with our hands tied. I will love you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us. Do you think we can dance through an avalanche?

- We will. We got this. I know we do.
- You know? Now that I remember, I figure that I'm a mess, but I'm the mess that you wanted.
- Forever and always.

We stay in silence for a while, we sit in the bed, holding hands.

- I'm really sorry it took me this long. - She sais. - I was coming back when...
- I understand.
- I can't stand the fact that I have to leave now.
- It makes it even better. We are going to be certain that we are there for each other.

All I want to do is lose myself into her eyes. Her deep blue eyes.

- How are we going to do this?
- First, you need to hate me.

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It's been a month now. Kat left the apartment with the same clothes she was wearing when we escaped the hospital. She had to runaway, and at the same time I did as well. She ran to the first cop she could find, went to present an abduction report, blaming me. I ran away to Penguin's, as I usually do. Hope he loves me for a while, because I need him more than ever. He is the only one who can protect me now. - Us. I personally think he is our best partner... but you insist in make our life complicated.

After she was released, she went back to her parents' house in Metropolis. This is the second time we are away, in different cities... But this time, we are going to make it work. We agreed in an efficient, but secret way to comunicate. She had to make public statements, that include certain key words, so I would know if everyone believes her story. At the next day, I participated in a robery, leaving a key workd in the crime scene, letting her know I recieved her message. We both are exploting our reputation and the love of the media for us to be able to stay in each others life. Tabloids love the intrincated things they can't understand. - So far, they think I'm leaving clues to the police... not that I haven't done that before. This is really fun. - Fun? We might be dead one of these days... - But happy.

Once the media leaves her alone, she will start sending postcards every day after I leave a message in a crime scene... She will be sending those to Tara, her friend in Gotham. I have to intercept those, before Tara gets her mail. That is not hard, since she leaves to school early in the morning, and comes back at 4 pm in the afternoon.

Every morning, after we pull a robery or a crime, I put on my "going out" disguise. Today it's the third time I have to go intercept a postcard. I get down to Penguin's kitchen to take a cup of coffee before I leave. He is there, having breakfast.

- Do you realize you are going out in the most dangerous day, after we just stealed the new major's house, right? - Oswald is always worried.
- I do.
- I don't want to be rude, but... Have you lost your mind?

Exactly my way of thinking...- Shut up, Riddler.

- I haven't. I have everything under control.
- Taking off your glasses and puting on a hoodie is not going to hide you forever.
- I'm in control. Trust me.
- I don't want to pull another extraction from the GCPD. Please, run if they see you. - Oswald seems even... caring.
- I will.