MANY MONTHS HAD PASSED since he had allowed her to come stay with him, just so he could help her regain the LIFE she had once had, life before the JOKER. 

        Of course, she’d occasionally slip up, and commit a crime or two, but he would not judge her. He’d bail her out, and take her back to his place, and begin rehabilitating her once more. He just wanted to see her get better, to see her FINALLY become the person she once was again. Sitting beside the former criminal, he looks directly at her; they need to talk about the Joker. She hasn’t seen him for months, and Bruce needs to know if she stills harbors any FEELINGS for the clown prince of crime.  

It was sunny, but not too sunny. It was cool, but not too cool. It was just about perfect, Mohinder noted as he sat there, sipping his chai latte and enjoying the weather from his favorite park bench. In his messenger bag was paperwork and his laptop, but for the moment, he was too busy people watching and setting his inner thoughts straight.

Before long, there was a wet tickling at his hand, startling him and almost causing him to drop his drink. The offending tickler seemed to be smiling up at Mohinder before giving a pitiful whine. “Well, hello there. Are you lost?” he whispered to the dog as his hand searched for a collar. Nope, no identification. With a sigh, Mohinder petted the animal, scratching behind its ears and under its chin while trying to figure out how to handle this.

In the next moment, the dog jumped up onto the bench to get comfortable, halfway into Mohinder’s lap. “Hey--alright, I suppose we can wait here for your owner, at least for a little while. You certainly are a peculiar breed. I do not think I’ve ever seen a canine like yourself before.” But really, what other kind of dog-like animal could have been walking around freely in a park? Mohinder pushed those thoughts aside as he felt someone staring at him.

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Oh, it was only a little pack of cigarettes. One little pack, which he needed- he really did! He couldn’t understand why the police were so angry over this one little thing being missing from the store shelves...

...And some gum. A candy bar. A magazine. Two pens. One of those scratch-off lottery tickets. Maybe the store clerk’s wallet.

Details, Schme-tails.

   Only, he’s running now, and it’s a little hard to stay inconspicuous with arms overflowing with merchandise. People stare at him as he dodges them on the sidewalk, weaving through the crowd with ease. But there’s no effort to stop him, less stares than he’s used to, and Jude wondered what city he’d ended up in this time. The details from last night were a little foggy...

Oh, he should think about this later. There’s sirens behind him.

                                              It’s almost flattering. 

He needs to get rid of some of this stuff but he can’t just drop it; that would be like Hansel leaving a trail of breadcrumbs for the witch to find them.

So, he does the next best thing.

“Hey-o there miss, have I got a deal for you!” Jude pants, out of breath from his sprint. “Today only, for the next twenty seconds, half the things in my arms are free! That’s right, you can be the lucky owner of all this stuff, as long as you leave the wallet and cigarettes and run in the opposite direction. Deal?”