#pixelatedpersephone

She had been looking forward to this for so ages. Ever since they had talked back a few months ago about these possibilities, Nikhita had been planning this for ages. She had pulled out her favorite red dress and had done her hair. She had asked her new roommate if she could come home early that day.

It was December 10th and the holidays were already in full effect. People were in the moods, people were requesting certain visitors to come in. Several inmates were on the phone calling family, friends and lawyers. There were plenty calling lawyers to see if maybe they could get furlough. Sure, Zhora Mercer hadn't gotten it, but maybe the Mayor would reconsider after all the bad press.

Still, Nikhita Lahiri still had a job to do. She did her paperwork, got activities ready and monitored some as well. The holidays were a time where everyone was stretched a little too thin so the guards appreciated it. Nikhita didn't mind. There was too much fun being in Arkham during the holidays.

And she had been asked a few things recently. So as she walked in and spotted Zhora in her cell, she smiled. "Hey" she whispered, looking around before wrapping her friend in a hug. "Just wanted to see how you were doing. Would you like anything?"

Arkham made it a regular habit to not openly celebrate birthdays. There was plenty of reasons why. Some of the inmates didn't like the attention and could be targeted. The biggest one being that Holly Day had a habit of targeting those people. The most recent example was Davis Dusk from last month getting shanked and nearly killed by Day after she managed to sneak into his cell.

Yet there was a birthday Nikhita Lahiri wanted to celebrate in here. The staff liked her and she was behaving these days. They wanted to make sure after the ISO/Furlough double whammy nothing else happened. Nikhita just wanted her to be happy.

☯ : Do they believe for every darkness there is a lightness? If not, why?

Yes, she does. If there is darkness there must be light in order to find some balance. She thinks back to the story her grandfather told her of two wolves for that very reason. There is a light and dark in everyone.

✉ : Do they tend to rely on words or actions more?

She relies on both but more so on her actions backing what little word she has to say. Action speaks a helluva lot louder than words do.

♆ : Are they prone to violent outbursts or thoughts?

Name: Rebel One

Blog link: pixelated-persephone

Face Claim: Caroline Grace Winkler

Canon/Original/Verse: Canon (Batman Beyond Unlimited)

Multiship/Singleship: Amenable to shipping

Max’s legs swung in the air, searching for purchase where she knew she’d find none. Her mother’s grip tightened minutely around her throat and Max returned her gaze to her face. She reached for Cecily and only managed to brush her arm. It was cold.

“We left you because we had to, Max. There was no other way. It was best for all of us.”

“Mom,” Max rasped. “Mom, don’t do this.”

“I have already raised my mother. I won’t do it again.” Cecily’s face twisted into an inhuman snarl and she stepped closer to the edge. Below them Max heard nothing but wind.

“I’ll be good. I’ll be so good, I’ll do anything, Mommy, please.” Max’s vision grew hazy as she begged. “Please,” she repeated in a whisper.

Cecily gave one last squeeze. “I love you.” She let go.

Max’s entire body spasmed as she woke up, still positive that she was nothing more than a smear on the concrete. Zhora’s voice seemed far away, and her mother’s twisted image still burned in her mind. She’d had a lot of weird dreams when she’d first had to adjust to living alone, but she’d considered them to be long behind her. And they’d definitely never been that odd.

Slag. I’m sorry about that. Sure, I’ll check on your sisters and make sure they can stay at home.

Character my muse would have a one night stand with