Alice sat on the edge of the black unicorn and wrapped her legs around the pole attaching it to the ride, then fell back.  He back went beyond its molded tail and almost felt as though it would bruise given enough time, but she didn't mind much.  The rush to the head was worth it.  Boredom was a terrible thing.

Two henchmen stood guard at either side of the entrances.  They were more for show than actual threats, or company for that matter.  She watched them as she circled round and round and round again until they were almost a blur, and then until the world started to go dark.  With all her strength, she pulled herself back up.  That was at least the fifth time she had almost blacked out since she started the ride.  What in the world was taking him so long?

"Alice."

He breathed her name in her ear and at once his arms were around her waist, pulling her off the unicorn.  Another step backward and she was drug off the ride altogether.  Even though her feet were planted firmly on the ground, the world continued to tilt and twirl and she unintentionally fell further into him until she could get control of her own mind.  And that was the thing.  He didn't seem to mind.

One arm around her waist still, he produced a flower with the other.  Cheap little magic trick.  Cheap little flick of the wrist.  Unbelievably corny.

It was bound to happen sooner or later.  It was all a matter of time.  They both knew that, even though neither would admit it to each other.  A face as popular as Alice's was hard to keep hidden for long, especially when her face stayed in one spot for more than a few months.

Alice noticed her face plastered on the front page of the newspaper surrounded by words, lots of words, hateful words, and her heart sunk to her feet.  In a fit of what was a mix of fear and rage, she tore the paper to pieces.

She couldn't go back to bars and padded rooms and solitary and straight jackets.  She wouldn't be able to escape physically.  They were looking for her.  Waiting to catch her when she least expected it.  They would drag her back to a hospital or a prison or whatever they felt like calling it that day.  But they were all the same inside.

"J!"

Physically, no.  She would not be able to get away.  But there were other options.  Places where prisons didn't exist.  If only...if only...

He strolled into the room, and by the look on his face she guessed she looked hysterical.  Mad, even.  But that didn't matter.

"J.  I need to go away.  Permanently.  And I can't do it without your help."

He raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.

"I think if I take a couple extra doses of that Smilex stuff or whatever, I think that'll do it.  For good."

Still he was silent.

"I can't go back, J.  I can't go back into rooms where I can't breathe without someone watching me.  Staring.  Where I can't feed or bathe or sleep by myself.  Where they test me and talk to me and medicate me until I cannot function.  I can't go back there.  I won't."

He walked a few steps closer to her and pulled up a chair, but save for the scraping of metal on wood, he did not make a sound.

"He deserved what he got.  Absolutely deserved all of it.  And more.  I wish I had been more careful when I killed him.  I wish I could have made the moment last longer so that he could suffer the way I had for all those years.  He killed my family, J.  He killed my sister and my mom and my dad, and hell, he even killed a part of me.  He's the murder.  Not me--"

"Alice."

J's hand traced the air around her face before settling on her shoulder.  She was so silent that she could hear her tears plop to the ground.  Her eyes fixed on his mouth for several moments--he was barely smiling this time--before meeting his gaze.

"We can fix this."

‘✉’ for an unsent letter from my character to yours.

J,

I can't do it anymore. It's all too much, you know? The crime, the danger - ruling the city is your dream, not mine. You tricked me into thinking it was for a while, but I see now. 

Goodbye.

‘♥’ and a name, and I’ll kiss them.

‘♡’ and my character(s) will cuddle yours!

‘Crush?’ for any romantic interest my character(s) might have for someone.

She has a major school girl crush on J, as you know.

‘Confess?’ and my character(s) will have to confess something to yours. (whether it be feelings, opinions, a secret — whatever; feel free to specify)

"I don't think you're ever going to control Gotham."

♛ and I’ll summarize our muses’ relationship with a gif.

✖ and I will give you a fear that my character has in dealing with yours

Send me ± for a headcanon about our characters

Baby enjoys forcing the food she likes on J, as a small act of revenge against all the things he makes or tricks her into doing. She doesn't particularly care if he enjoys it or not.

Send me ♥ for how my character feels about yours

She doesn't really know how she feels about him - she feels this awe, following him around, joining in on his plans. She feels, sometimes, that she's feeding off the confidence that he has, while she's a very weak person. At the same time, she doesn't know what she would do if she didn't have him around.

Her first reaction is anger. No he's not. 

He wouldn't dare do that, wouldn't give in so early or easily. What had happened to all his big dreams, his plans for the future? Did this stranger mean to tell her that he was gone, in a single moment? It was a lie.