Title: With Hospital Patients Only, Will the Doctor Tango Now
Rating: PG-13
Pairing:Dr. Benzedrine/?
Summary: Dr. Benzedrine is one of 4 men working at Cork Tree Infirmary, 'the best place for girls, patients, Suitehearts, people like you'....
Disclaimer: I don't own Fall Out Boy or their songs/videos. Not real in any way, I have no connection to FOB.
Author Notes: I've also posted this on Mibba and deviantART under the screennames mionemalfoy1203 and way1203, and decided to post it here to see if I could get more readers. Got the idea from listening to Folie a Deux, decided to write about Dr. Benzedrine, Mr. Sandman, H. Shoe Crab, and Donnie the Catcher. I will title it Cork Tree Infirmary in the Subject line for short

( I literally laughed out loud and was met by and humorless look from Joey. "This is not a laughing matter Darling.")

Ch 1
Ch 2
Ch 3
Ch 4
Ch 5
Ch 6
Ch 7
Ch 8
Ch 9
Ch 10
Ch 11
Ch 12
XXXX

"Joey?"

I peered into the room and found her sitting on her window seat, gazing at the rain that pelted the windows. At the sound of her name, her head snapped towards me.

Her face went from surprise to annoyance, "Oh. It's you."

I could hear the purse of her lips in her tone and felt something awful in the pit of my stomach. I shouldn't have pushed her away like that.

"Yeah," I nodded. "I deserve that. Joey, I came here to say sorry."

"For what?" She didn't look at me.

"For what happened during graduation. I shouldn't have acted that way. I was just so overwhelmed about what happened with Dr. Benzedrine and the whole Cork Tree legend. I'm sorry and I understand if you can't forgive me. I'll leave you alone."

I turned to walk away.

"Stop."

I did.

Joey sighed, "I do forgive you Darling. But I just wish you would have talked with me instead of pushing me away. I mean, isn't that what friends do?"

Facing her, I nodded, "Yeah, it is. I'm sorry."

"It's forgotten," She sat on her bed. "Now sit down and tell me what's new. I heard that Dr. Benzedrine made you take a test." 

I entered her room and sat across from her on the bed, folding my legs Indian style as I began to explain. We looked like two little girls who were 'dishing' about hot gossip.

"He made me stand in the rain because I ran out and wouldn't tell him what was going on and why I wasn't talking to you."

Her eyes grew wide, "Wow. Was it cold?"

"It wasn't when I first got out there," I reflected, "but as I stood out there and I got more and more wet, I got cold when the breeze would blow. Anyway, he told me I had seven minutes left and I started crying."

"Aww."

"I know. Then Dr. Benzedrine, he came out to get me, and he had this big yellow umbrella that covered us and we started talking. I told him what was going on and," I looked around and lowered my voice, "he said the legend was true."

Joey's eyes grew to the size of saucers and she smiled a smile that screamed 'I told you so'.

"Yeah. Don't even say it."

She nodded, "What did you do?"

I made my voice barely above a whisper as I spoke, "I was shocked and I asked him what we do. He looked into my eyes, said that we could do nothing or we could…"

"Could what?"

"Could kiss. Well, instead of saying 'could kiss' he kissed me."

"Oh my God."

"I know. It was wonderful."

"Well," Joey smirked, "you know what this means, right?"

I furrowed my brow, "No, what?"

"You're a part of the club now."

"What club?"

Joey pulled her sleeves over her hands, "There's not really a club but there's three of us girls and, now that you're in it, there's four of us, who are dating our doctors." I literally laughed out loud and was met by and humorless look from Joey. "This is not a laughing matter Darling."

"I'm sorry, but I can't believe that," I contained myself.

"You better start," she responded in no higher than a whisper. "Look, we're not a club per se, but each of us knows what the other is up to. We've made a pact that if we don't tell the other girls then they won't tell the other girls. We mutually agree to keep things hush-hush and low key so that way we can spend time with our doctor without having to worry about someone blowing our cover and finding out about it."

I raised my eyebrows, "Seriously?"

"I shit you not."

"So you mean to tell me that there's a secret society of girls who are dating their doctors?"

"Yes," Joey nodded. "The girl who is currently dating H. Shoe Crab has been his Suiteheart for a year and a quarter. They've done it before and I only know that because she wanted me to deliver a pack of condoms and KY to him with a note that said 'for tonight' with a wink emoticon."

"Why did you deliver it?" I blinked.

"Because that's just what we do for each other. If it has to do with the three, now four of us, and our relationship with the doctors, we'll do it," she continued. "I remember I found a vibrator in her room one times, she said she uses it when she wants him but he's with other Suitehearts and can't spend time with her. But I'm not supposed to tell you that. Whatever, you're one of us now, it doesn't matter," Joey shook her head. "Donnie the Catcher's girl has been his Suiteheart for about seven months, and he's trying to downplay his love for her and not rush into things but she has told me about times when they've made out in his office."

I took in the information, "Okay and I'm now dating Dr. Benzedrine, which makes three. So, then, you're dating Sandman?"

"Obviously."

I thought back to the times when I thought I saw him grope her or the day after I'd 'fucked' William and noticed the two of them looked extremely happy, "It all makes sense now."

"Yeah," Joey ran a hand through her hair. "I haven't been completely honest with you. I would have told you that sooner but I wanted to make sure I could trust you. That not exactly business you spread around freely."

"I understand."

She smiled, "But now since both of us are dating our doctors, I can tell you. You know I've been in Cork Tree for three years; well I've been dating Sandman for two of those years. I came here at sixteen, turned seventeen about two months later, started dating Sandman around late seventeen, early eighteen, turned nineteen. We have the longest relationship as of right now."

"Cute," I smiled back.

"Yeah. As you probably have guess, the two of us have had sex. In fact our most recent time was when you saw William."

"I was just remembering that. You two looked way too happy that morning."

"I'm sorry. But now that you're one of us you'll understand."

"So," I sniffed. "Am I like inducted?"

"No. I'll just tell the girls. I'm sure they figured it out when Benzedrine said your name at graduation. We're going to have to take good care in covering you. Now that the Infirmary knows your name is 'Darling', it's going to take all of us to make sure your secret doesn't get out and we're not exposed."

I frowned.

"Don't be sorry. It's good that you're here now, now we don’t have to worry about one of the bitchy girls being Benzedrine's because, no offense, but the girls who are Benzedrine's…" she rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Don't worry, you're not like them. I'll tell the girls about you and then we'll arrange for a meeting time so you can get to know everyone. 'Kay?"

"Okay," I got quiet for a moment, trying to find a way to form the question I was going to ask. After thinking about it for a moment, I asked, "So how do you three get away with being intimate with the boys?"

Joe giggled, "We look out of each other, but mostly the boys' bedrooms and therapy rooms are sound proof. As for pregnancy scares, well, H. Shoe Crab and his girl use condoms. Donnie and his girl haven't done anything yet and as for Sandman and I…we don’t use condoms."

I gaped, "Then how do you-"

"For a while we did. When it was our year anniversary we did it for the first time, he used protection and we used it every time we had sex for a few months until Sandman suggested birth control pills. And now at breakfast, he makes sure that one of the pills I take is that one."

I nodded.

"Now when you and Benzedrine do it for the first time, if you need anything, you've got the three of us, remember that. We'll make sure you two have the best time of your life with the doctors."

I chuckled and got off her bed, "I'm going to go back to my room and process everything, but I'll talk to you tomorrow okay?"

"I'll be here."

I stretched and headed for the door feeling excited, confused, and relieved all in one. I was apart of a secret sorority type thing that consisted of only four of us. At least I wasn't the only one with the hots for a doctor. I almost walked out when Joey stopped me.

"Darling?"

I turned around, "Uh huh?"

"Just one question," Joey chewed her bottom lip.

"What's that?"

"It may not be my place to ask, but what are you going to do about William?"

My heart sank. I hadn't thought about that. 

XXX

Please comment

Title: With Hospital Patients Only, Will the Doctor Tango Now
Rating: PG-13
Pairing:Dr. Benzedrine/?
Summary: Dr. Benzedrine is one of 4 men working at Cork Tree Infirmary, 'the best place for girls, patients, Suitehearts, people like you'....
Disclaimer: I don't own Fall Out Boy or their songs/videos. Not real in any way, I have no connection to FOB.
Author Notes: I've also posted this on Mibba and deviantART under the screennames mionemalfoy1203 and way1203, and decided to post it here to see if I could get more readers. Got the idea from listening to Folie a Deux, decided to write about Dr. Benzedrine, Mr. Sandman, H. Shoe Crab, and Donnie the Catcher. I will title it Cork Tree Infirmary in the Subject line for short

(Dr. Benzedrine jerked the IV's out of my arm, his poignant way of saying 'shut your mouth'.)

Ch 1
Ch 2
Ch 3
Ch 4
Ch 5
Ch 6
Ch 7
Ch 8
Ch 9
Ch 10
Ch 11
XXXX

"Darling, that stunt you pulled at graduation did not make me happy."

I laid on my gurney, watching Dr. Benzedrine pace back and forth. It felt the first time I woke up in this place all over again, only this time I was in trouble. Every time I tried to look away from him, he would do something to make me look at him again. Whether it was yelling my real name, grabbing my toes, or even pulling my blankets off, he fought to keep my attention.  

"Stunt I pulled?" I raised my eyebrows. "Let's talk about you Dr. Benzedrine, and how you basically sung to me. Let's not forget your speech in front of everyone. You picked up 'one little girl who was left alone' on your doorstep? I can't believe you honestly thought I wouldn’t notice that shit."

Benzedrine stopped pacing. I watched him move swiftly to my left side, his hands reaching for the IV's in the back of my left hand. I expected him to yank them out unapologetically but instead, his hands rested on my hand.
 
"When you came here Darling," reminded Benzedrine, his tone low and even, "I told you that you'll find that my temper can be short at times. You have tested me Carleen Michel."

I rolled my eyes, hoping he wouldn't notice.

"You ran out in the middle of graduation and what's this I hear about you not talking to Joey?"

"I shouldn't talk to you, Joey, or any one in this infirm-"

Dr. Benzedrine jerked the IV's out of my arm, his poignant way of saying 'shut your mouth'. I didn't know which to protest about first, the pain or the possibility of one my veins being severed. My mouth gaped, my eyes traveling to the smug smile tugging at his lips.

"Now," He continued. "For such things, I should punish you. However, I won't if you tell me one thing."

"What would that be?" I asked through clenched teeth.

"Why aren't you talking to Joey?"

"That's my business doctor. Besides you seem to know a little bit of everything. Figure it out."

Dr. Benzedrine had his hand around my wrist before I could blink, "Since you won't tell me, I'm afraid you're going to be punished Carleen. Thankfully, I'm generous so it's just going to be a test."

I scoffed, "I'm so scared."

....

"Dr. Benzedrine!" I whined.

As my punishment, Dr. Benzedrine saw fit for me to stand outside in the courtyard. He also saw fit that I would stand out there seconds after our discussion in my room, while rain was still pouring from the sky.

He smiled, "You'll be fine, Carleen!"

Of course he was under the awning of the building, completely dry while I stood in the middle of the grass with my clothes clinging to my body. The occasionally breeze blew past and reminded me that I was soaked down to my underwear.

"Please let me in!" I cried.

"Not right now," retorted Benzedrine, his eyes fixed upon the pages of the book in his lap.

I stamped my foot, water splashing around my pants leg, "Please let me in!"
 
"I'm sorry Carleen, but I can't for another…" he checked his watch, "seven minutes. If I were to let you in now, what would you learn?"

He was right and I hated that. Whimpering, I crouched down and pulled my knees into my chest. I wanted to go home or at least indoors. This wasn't fair, he was breaking me and he knew it. I felt like crying.

"Please take me back."

"Alright, Darling."

I looked up, slightly startled, and my eyes focused on Dr. Benzedrine. He was knelt down in front of me, mud seeping into his bright yellow pants. Water stopped hitting me and I thought it had stopped raining. That is until I noticed the yellow umbrella over my head, courtesy of Dr. Benzedrine.  

"Darling, you shouldn't cry. This test is complete," he stated.

"No, its not," I murmured. "Unless each second counts as a minute, it hasn't been seven minutes yet."

Benzedrine sniffed, "The test is complete when I decide so. Now, do you want to tell me why aren't you talking to Joey anymore?"

I hugged myself, shivering in the simulated rain as I studied his appearance. I mean, really studied it. He wore the same yellow dress pants as always, but wore a yellow button up shirt instead of his white shirt and yellow jacket. Upon his head was a yellow trucker hat which he wore every day that he wasn't wearing a yellow beanie or any other hat that wasn't his special occasion top hat. As always, his lips looked soft and his eyes were gentle, this time they were behind a pair of thick rimmed glasses. Out of everything he was wearing, it was his glasses that threw me off. I'd never seen them before.

I guess I was too frustrated earlier to look at him, but right now, he looked different. He looked so sophisticated and clever, but not as cocky as he normally appeared.

"Are you going to tell me?"

I snapped out my thoughts, "I stopped talking to her because she told me about this CTI legend."

"What legend Darling?"

I was sure he knew full well what I was talking about, Dr. Benzedrine always knew. He was like Big Brother, if it was about Cork Tree Infirmary, nine times out of ten, he knew about it. I continued anyway.

"The legend that states you will never call any Suiteheart 'Darling' unless she's your world. At the ceremony, when you called my name," I looked down, playing with a blade of grass, "it was like everyone started talking and whispering. That's when Joey told me. She says that you like me."

He grew quiet for a moment before saying, "What if she's right?"

I looked up at Dr. Benzedrine, my eyes wide. Had he really just said what I thought he said? I shook my head, a disbelieving 'no' emitting from my trembling lips.

"Yes, the legend is true. There's only one reason why your name is 'Darling', Carly."

"How?" I asked. "You've called me 'Darling' from day one. No one falls in love that fast."

He opened this mouth to explain.

"Don't tell me that it was love at first sight, I don't believe in it," I shook my head.

"If you would let me," Dr. Benzedrine sighed, "I was about to explain. Most girls are here because they've lost themselves, or they need something, or because their fire has died out, what have you. In any sense, most girls understand that their fire is out and they need help. You, for whatever reason, insisted that nothing was wrong with you. You refused to accept that you are here and that you need to be fixed. You were so vehement about it that, for a while, I thought about naming you Blaze."

"Why didn't you?"  

"I got know you. Spending more time with you, I found that you <i> are </i> vulnerable. I was so happy when I discovered that all it took was an ice bath, a mixtape, and a couple of compact discs to break you. I wanted to know more about you, what makes you cry, what makes you mad, what makes you…" he shook his head, almost as if he were removing a bad thought. "You fascinate me."

"So that's why I'm 'Darling'?"  

"In a sense, yes, that's why you're 'Darling'."

I grew quiet, trying to think things over in my mind. Dr. Benzedrine basically liked me or as he put it, I 'fascinate' him. I looked up at him expectantly, "What do I do now? What do we do?"

Cupping my cheeks in his hands he sighed, "Well, one option is that you don’t have to do anything and we don't either. The other option is that you can sit there and we can do this."

Pulling me towards him, he brushed his warm lips against mine. I felt him slide one hand down the back of my neck as he leaned in, molding his lips against mine. He closed his eyes savor the taste of my lips, allowing me to feel his passion without being too aggressive. I let my eyes close, my lips pressing against his in short and passionate pecks. Dr. Benzedrine was kissing me.

I was kissing Dr. Benzedrine.

I felt my back hit the truck of the tree and came to my senses. I pulled away from the kiss, my lips tingling, something I never recall feeling with William Beckett.

"Are we allowed to-?"

I felt him pat my cheek gently, his eyes locked with mine, "Let me worry about that."

 

 
XXX

The paragraph where he kissed Darling, from Pulling to aggressive, came from my bf. He actually helped me type that part because my brain stopped working for a second. I think he did a great job don't you?

 

Title: With Hospital Patients Only, Will the Doctor Tango Now
Rating: PG-13
Pairing:Dr. Benzedrine/?
Summary: Dr. Benzedrine is one of 4 men working at Cork Tree Infirmary, 'the best place for girls, patients, Suitehearts, people like you'....
Disclaimer: I don't own Fall Out Boy or their songs/videos. Not real in any way, I have no connection to FOB.
Author Notes: I've also posted this on Mibba and deviantART under the screennames mionemalfoy1203 and way1203, and decided to post it here to see if I could get more readers. Got the idea from listening to Folie a Deux, decided to write about Dr. Benzedrine, Mr. Sandman, H. Shoe Crab, and Donnie the Catcher. I will title it Cork Tree Infirmary in the Subject line for short

(You're wrong Darling. Dr. Benzedrine is known for getting girls addicted.)

Ch 1
Ch 2
Ch 3
Ch 4
Ch 5
Ch 6
Ch 7
Ch 8
Ch 9
Ch 10
XXXX

"Attention! All Suitehearts are to meet in the auditorium immediately for graduation! Repeat all Suitehearts to the auditorium for graduation! Thank you."

Joey and I looked from the intercom speaker to each other. This was how we normally spent 'Turtle Time', in each other's rooms talking about our stay or our latest tests, but I guess it was being cut short today. Joey got up and put on her grey, Cork Tree Infirmary, ballet slippers.

"Graduation?" I stood up.

"Yes, graduation."

"What's graduation?"

Joey shot me a look, "You're nineteen, Darling. I know you're not that stupid."

"I know what graduation is," I slipped on my own pair of CTI slippers. "I just don’t know what it's like here or what it consists of."

She mouthed 'oh' and nodded as we walked into the hallway, following a number of other girls to the auditorium, "Graduation here is basically like graduation anywhere else, although most places are schools. In any case, when you graduate Cork Tree, you get to leave and see your family again. When you leave here, you're considered better. You become an Honorable Mention."

I remembered the term 'Honorable Mention' from the first time I met Dr. Benzedrine. He said I'd never be an Honorable Mention. I looked at Joey who was waving back at a girl with hair that was bleached so blond that it looked almost silver.

"Hey Joey?"  I asked. "How do you know if you're graduating?"

Joey snapped her head back to me, "There are two graduations one in the winter around December before Christmas and one now, in the summer. Either way, they normally tell you if you're graduating. Whoever your guy is, he'll tell you and prepare you for this day. They'll pack your stuff, send it back to your home, and wean you off of the drugs. Sometimes you graduate, sometimes you don't. I've been here for three years."

My eyes grew wide. If I were eating, I probably would have choked. I couldn't believe she'd been here for three years. No wonder she had such an awesome room. I felt really bad for her.

"What?"

"You've been here since you were sixteen?"

"Yeah," Joey shrugged. "So?"

We entered the auditorium and took our seats right next to a platform that held drums, three guitars and three amps.

"Aren't you upset?" I pressed. "I mean, doesn't that bother you?"

"Not really," Joey smiled half-heartedly. "Besides, I don’t think I could live without the meds."

I knit my eyebrows, "Why is that?"

Joey rolled her eyes to ceiling, staring up almost as if she were thinking g of what to say. Sighing, she returned her eyes to me. Something told me that what she was about to say was going to bother me.

"Darling, there's something you have to understand about me. I'm ADD and OCD, and when I'm not concerned about the number of times I hear footsteps or how straight my curtains are, I'm jittering around because I can't keep myself calm. I'm a nervous wreck. That's why Mr. Sandman is my doctor; he gives me the drugs I need so that I don't have to suffer. So I can have a shot at being slightly normal."

"You don't need drugs," I began. "You can-"

"Yes I do!" Joey snapped.

I stared at her.

She took a breath, "I'm sorry. It's just… when I was admitted here, I could barely function. I mean, if it wasn't for Sandman, you and I wouldn't be talking right now, because you wouldn't be able to hold my attention and I would loose my train of thought. Being here fixed me, Darling. Thanks to Sandman, I'm not like that anymore. He gave me drugs to help with my ADD. He helped me with my OCD by giving me maximum strength doses to help with it and get it under control, before working his way down to low doses that just-"

"Make you better?" I asked.

"Make me reset. I'm a lot better than I was when I was sixteen, Darling. It's thanks to Sandman. Many other girls here can attest to that fact." She smiled. "He really has helped me, and not just with my behavioral issues and anxiety disorders. He's helped me out with other things as well," Her face reddened. "I can't live without him."

"Well," I sat back in my seat. "I'll never get hooked like that. Dr. Benzedrine can't do that to me."

Joey grew quiet for a moment before she responded, "You're wrong Darling. Dr. Benzedrine is known for getting girls addicted. Why do you think that there are only seven girls in this entire building who belong to him as opposed to fourteen for Donnie, seventeen for Crab, and twenty for Sandman? And that's subtracting all the girls who are graduating tonight. Darling, I hate to say this, but someday, you'll be in the same boat. Someday, you're not going to be able to live without Benzedrine. I'll definitely mark your words though."

I opened my mouth to retort when music began to play from beside me. Everyone, including myself, turned their attention to the platform where our doctors stood. Mr. Sandman, in all his glory, stood on the right playing a bass and H. Shoe Crab stood on the left playing the lead guitar. Donnie the Catcher sat behind the drums which were centered behind them and pounded them with his stick. And there, in the very center, stood Dr. Benzedrine. A microphone stand stood in front of his lips, his fingers moving up and down the neck of the rhythm guitar he played.

"There's my Sandman," I heard Joey whisper, a wide grin on her face.

I ignored the comment and asked, "What song are they playing?"

"America's Suitehearts. Dr. Benzedrine will sing when the Suitehearts exit."

I nodded and looked back at the platform where the doctors were playing. Dr. Benzedrine caught my eye, smiling slightly before.

"Let's hear it for our graduating Suitehearts," He said into the mic.

As they continued to play their song without words, everyone turned their glances to the stage at the front of the auditorium in time to see the graduating Suitehearts walk on the stage. Each girl wore a gown and each gown was one of four colors which represented their doctor, yellow for Dr. Benzedrine, red H. Shoe Crab, green for Donnie the Catcher, and black for Mr. Sandman. The music stopped playing and Mr. Sandman took the mic.

"I'm loosing five of my girls," he sighed. "After last winter graduation, I began with twenty-one girls. After acquiring four between winter and summer, I've since ended up with twenty-five wonderful Suitehearts. Now, after this ceremony, I will have twenty. To my graduating five, I say good luck and I will miss you. To my remaining twenty, I say I hope to have some of you graduating in the winter or if not next summer. I care about all of you."  

His eyes landed on Joey for a moment as he winked. While everyone clapped for Sandman's now ex-Suitehearts, Donnie the Catcher got behind the mic.
 
"Do they all make this speech?" I whispered to Joey.

She nodded, "It's part of the ceremony."

"Wow," Donnie began. "I can't believe I'm loosing seven of my girls, seven wonderful, precious Suitehearts. Ah, who am I kidding? You seven drove me bonkers! All the random knocks on my door for therapy, or those midnight movie marathon Oreo binges, not to mention the lengths I went through to help you TP Sandman's room."

Sandman scowled and the seven girls laughed at his jokes, at least three of them had bittersweet tears in their eyes.

"After last winter graduation, I began with twenty-one girls. While I didn't acquire anyone new, it allowed me time to get to know my twenty one better. Now, once this ceremony is said and done, I will have to deal with fourteen of you crazy chicas."

There was scattered laugher from the audience, no doubt the fourteen girls he had left.

"To all my girls, I thank you for putting up with my droll humor and my craziness. To my graduating seven, I say have fun. To my remaining fourteen, I say I'll meet you back in my office whenever you feel the need to barge in. I love you guys."  

Everyone clapped, the girls left, and it was H. Shoe Crab's turn.

"My, my," He stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I'm loosing, how many of you are up there? One…two…three…seven, carry the five, subtract two. Just kidding. I know I'm loosing freaking four of you. Like Donnie, after the winter grads left, I began with twenty one. I've got no one who's a newbie, so yeah. When this ceremony is finito, I'll only have seventeen of you. To my graduating four, I'm definitely going to miss eating Doritos with you during your therapy sessions, especially you Jenny."

A petite girl with chocolate brown hair and dark eyes smiled. 

"That girl can eat a whole bag, I don’t get it! To my remaining seventeen, this should be fun and look forward to more attention. To all my Suitehearts, don't fucking swear. It's not fucking cool, kids! Thank you."

Everyone clapped, his ex-Suitehearts left, and Dr. Benzedrine approached the mic again.

"Hello girls," he smiled.

"Hello Dr. Benzedrine," ten girls smiled back.

"Thanks to you ten, I only have seven girls left," Benzedrine tsked. "What am I to do without you? I started out after winter's ceremonies with sixteen and I even picked up one little girl who was left alone on my doorstep between then and now. Oh, how sad, that after tonight, I'll be left alone with so few."

Every single one of his Suitehearts, including myself 'aww'ed at his speech so far. He did have a thing for the theatrics.

"There, there my Suitehearts don't fret. This will be good for us, it always is. To my ten grads: Sweetie, Cookie, Pet, Angel, Precious…."

"It sounds like he's naming off cats," Joey giggled.

I nudged her and smiled.

"Pooh bear, Ace, Pudding, Bunny, and Tink, I'll miss you and you'll always hold a place in my portfolio if you ever happen to come back. Oh, it seems like just yesterday you were babies left in basinets on my doorstep, fragile, sick, and crying for someone to help her. Now look at you, all better. I will miss you my graduates, I'll miss my nicknames for you."

Another round of 'aww's began.

Joey shook her head, "He's got you girls sprung more than the inside of a mattress."

"To my seven remaining Suitehearts, I'll treasure our time together because who knows how many of you will leave me in the winter. Though saying goodbye to you will be hard for you as well Pumpkin, Candy Cane, Sunshine, Snoopy, Blossom, Froggy, and of course Darling."

There were whispers and gasps at the mention of my nickname and I felt Joey touch my arm. I looked at her and her eyes glanced at me before moving to Dr. Benzedrine, who smiled and winked at me before saying 'thank you'. His graduating Suitehearts left the stage and lined up with the rest of the Suitehearts. Benzedrine and the others began to play and he started singing.

"What was with the whispering?" I asked. "Did I do something?"

Joey gave me an apologetic look, "I can't tell you. You'll have to ask Dr. Benzedrine, I'm not supposed to say."

"Why not?" I tried to talk about the music.

"Because," she bit her lip. "It's a known thing in Cork Tree that Dr. Benzedrine nicknames his Suitehearts. Every doctor can nickname their girls but most don't. He does it just because that's who he is."

"Point?"

"He's said that he has never named a girl 'Darling' and he never will. No one knows why except for him and possibly the other three doctors. They say that he says that that's a name reserved in his heart for girls that mean the world to him, just like Sandman says 'Honey' is reserved for the one who wins his heart. In any sense, the fact that your name is 'Darling' is just…I don’t know how to explain it. I guess it means you mean a lot to him."

I felt my heart begin to pound harder than a kick drum and I looked up at Benzedrine who smiled and continued to sing, all the while, looking back at me.

"You can bow and pretend that you don't, don't know you're a legend," he smirked. "Time, time, time hasn't told anyone else yet. Just let my love loose again..."

"It's just talk, right?" I turned to Joey. "It's just like a CTI urban legend?"

She shook her head, "I don't think so Darling. I think he has a thing for you."

"How could you say something like that?" I hissed. "He does not!"

"I think so; otherwise he wouldn't call you Darling."

I pushed past her and made my way to the closest exit. She followed close behind, confused and worried, but I didn't care. I wasn't necessarily mad at her; I just needed to get away. My head was spinning with graduation, legends, and the recurring fact of Benzedrine being in love with me.

"Where are you going?" Joey followed me into the hallway.

I ignored her. Taking shallow breaths, I quickened my pace. It felt like something was caught in my throat, my head was full. 

"Hey," she pushed my shoulder. "I'm talking to you, what the hell is up?"

I faced her and realized I was crying, "Just leave me alone okay?"

"Talk to me."

Joey's eyes were full of worry by now, but that didn't stop me from yelling at the only friend I'd had while I was here. As soon as the words left my mouth, I wanted to reach for them but it was too late. They were already echoing through the halls.

"Leave me alone! Don't ever speak to me again!"

XXXX

This chapter reminded me that I graduate in May

Ch 1
Ch 2
Ch 3
Ch 4
Ch 5
Ch 6
Ch 7
XXXX

I sat at my table in the dining hall alone. Dr. Benzedrine said he was going to check my mailbox once again to see if any mail had come for me. It had been two weeks since Benzedrine and I talked about our kiss in the crashed car, and I was still trying to decide what would happen if I didn't receive a visit from him, the boyfriend who I could barely remember.

I stared down at my dinner which consisted of a ham sandwich on wheat bread and pretzels, which I already ate, and applesauce with a Diet Dr. Pepper. Dr. Benzedrine said that he was going to start me out with smaller more simple meals and then work my way up. He said he didn't want me to get sick again. I supposed that means he cares.

I sighed.

"What's got you down Darling?"

I looked up and saw Joey standing across from me, her soft eyes flicking from me to my plate. When we met two weeks ago, she told me that we would become friends. She was right and, since that day, I learned that she had a tendency of being right. 

"Nothing," I frowned.

Joey arranged my plate, my applesauce cup, and my Diet Dr. Pepper in a straight line. Her OCD must have kicked in. She smiled, "That's better. Now, this 'nothing' sounds like something."

"I'm okay," I sighed. "I just wish Benzedrine would hurry with the mail."

Joey opened her mouth to retort when Mr. Sandman came up behind her, wrapped one arm around her waist, and pressed himself against her.
 
"Honey," He cleared his throat, "Joey, we have a private session in a few minutes, remember?"

"Uh huh."

"Let's go."

Mr. Sandman smiled and Joey seemed to blush. I watched her lead the way to the door and swore I saw Sandman touch her on the butt. Before they left the room, Joey turned around and called my name.

"Yes?" I smiled.

"He'll write you, I know it."

I watched her walk away, feeling the smallest bit of doubt in my mind.  I stared at my applesauce which had my medication crushed on top. I picked up my spoon and began to eat, taking my daily dose within the first few spoonfuls.

"Darling, Darling, Darling!"

Dr. Benzedrine rushed to my table with a smile, sat down, and pushed my food aside.

"What are you doing?" I furrowed my brow.

He handed me an envelope, "You've got mail."

Snatching it from his fingers, I quickly opened it, my fingers fumbling to unfold the letter inside. Benzedrine walked to my side of the table as I unfolded it and gasped. My boyfriend had written me. I smiled and, which Benzedrine reading over my shoulder, I read the letter silently.

Hey,

It's been a while since we've talked. I'm sorry you were sent to Cork Tree Infirmary, I guess it's sort of my fault. If I hadn't have called you out about your father, you wouldn't have wanted to leave me, and you wouldn't have wanted to runaway. It's not your fault that your father abandoned you and your mother, I shouldn't have said that it was. I missed you...and I love you. I love you very much Carly. I hope you're holding up okay. Did you make friends? If you did, I hope they're as nice as you are. I've been good. The boys have asked about you. Mike whines about how he misses you, Sisky, Chislett, and The Butcher keep begging me to visit you. So, I hope to visit you soon, maybe we can catch up? You know, pick up where we left off.

Love always,
William Eugene Beckett Jr.

"So your name is Carly Michel?" Dr. Benzedrine smirked.
 
"Actually, it's Carleen," I corrected.

"Whatever. I think Darling is more fitting, don't you?"

I nodded, but continued to smile. I now knew that his name was William and I was beginning to remember what had happened before him and with him, though the fight was a little fuzzy.

"According to the visitation calendar, it looks like he's coming for dessert," Benzedrine winked.

"Tonight?" I looked up.

"Yep. Once he comes, I'll leave you alone for the night. I'll leave a sign for others to leave you alone tonight, alright?"

"Alright."

….

I laid in my hospital bed, waiting for William to arrive while Dr. Benzedrine took some of my stats.

"You had your dose of medication at dinner," He noted. "So tonight, while William is visiting, I'm not going to hook you to IV's. I imagine that they'll just get in the way you’re your activities."

I looked up at him, "Dr. Benzedrine?"

"Carly?"

"When you say activities-"

Benzedrine smiled, "I mean making out, making love, catching up, having fun, whatever you want to call it."

"Is that allowed?"

"If it wasn't, do you think I'd mention it to you?"

I opened my mouth to retort when there was a knock at my door.

"Come in," Benzedrine called.

There was a pause and then a tall man with shoulder-length, dark, wavy hair and dark eyes. He wore skinny jeans on his long, thin legs and a The Academy Is…T-shirt. He was lanky but in a completely cute way. He smiled widely, his eyes lighting up at the sight of me.

"Carleen!"

William rushed over to me, his arms wrapping me into a hug. Memories came flooding back to me when he kissed my cheek, and everything about him that was lost or broken was found and slowly pieced back together.

"Look at you," He held my face in his hands, rubbing his thumbs against my cheeks. "You're just as beautiful as when you left."

"Bilvy," I remembered. "I missed you."

Dr. Benzedrine took his cue, winking at me before exiting the room, shutting the door behind him. William and I hugged tightly once more.

"I missed you William. I missed you so much."

"I missed you too."

I looked into his eyes before slamming my lips against his. He pressed himself against me and I laid back on my hospital bed. William got on his knees, kissing me back and straddling me. He reached into his pocket.

"What are you doing?" I breathed.

I watched him pull out two small, square wrappers that were connected to each other with tear-apart perforations. Both wrappers had a circle-shape on the inside of the square and the word 'Trojan' written on it. He held them up and I smiled. William smirked and began to kiss my neck, his hands running up my sides.

"What do you say we catch up?"

XXX

Ch 1
Ch 2
Ch 3
Ch 4
Ch 5
Ch 6

XXXX

"Darling?"

Dr. Benzedrine wandered through the halls of Cork Tree Infirmary searching for his Suiteheart. After he kissed her, she ran off and he couldn't understand why.

"Darling?"

He searched the cafeteria, the gym, every lab room, even the yard of crashed cars, but 'Darling was nowhere to be found. Taking a short break from his search for 'Darling', he looked around the mailroom for 'Darling's mailbox. Every Suiteheart was allowed mail from friends, family, and boyfriends, anyone who was or is significant to her. That is…if they chose to write. Unfortunately, 'Darling's mailbox was completely empty. He walked out of the mailroom and continued down the hallway.

"Oh, Darling, please come back-"

"Bez, what are you doing?"

He whirled around and was met face to face with a confused H. Shoe Crab. His normally frizzy hair was pulled back in a bushy ponytail. He was wheeling one of his Suitehearts from her lab test.

"Can you help me? I'm looking for Darling," Benzedrine frowned. "She ran away from me."

"I wish I could, but I have to take Tasha back to her room and check her stats," Crab gestured to a girl with dark hair, light skin, and a neutral expression. "Try asking Sandy."

Benzedrine answered bitterly, "Mr. Sandman isn't going to want to help me."

"I'm sorry Bez."

H. Shoe Crab turned Tasha's wheelchair around and wheeled her down the hall towards her room, leaving him alone to find 'Darling'.

"Darling?"

Dr. Benzedrine walked down the hall and to the door of Donnie the Catcher's office. Knocking twice, he rocked on his toes, waiting for an answer.

"I'm busy."

He knocked again, causing Donnie to open the door angrily.
 
"What part of 'I'm busy' don't you understand? I have a Suiteheart."

"Have you seen Darling?" Benzedrine asked.

Donnie leaned against the doorway and sighed, "Bez-"

"She ran from me. Have you seen her?"

"I've been with Macy for the past 20 minutes. I'm sorry, I wish I could help. Go ask Sandman."

"Yeah, I guess I will."

Donnie shut the door and Benzedrine, stuffing his hands in his pockets, headed towards Mr. Sandman's office. Knocking three times, he waited for a response. He figured he'd butter him up with small talk before going into the fact that 'Darling' was…misplaced.

"Come in!" Mr. Sandman called.

Dr. Benzedrine entered timidly, shutting the door behind him. "Hey Sandy."

"Hi Bez, how are you?" Mr. Sandman smiled.

"Just Dandy, you?"

"Nothing, just working on Suiteheart's file."

"Oh okay. What's that?"

Dr. Benzedrine pointed at a small, heart shaped locket which Mr. Sandman held in his dingy gloved hand, its golden exterior smooth left unengraved. Without a second thought, he chucked it in his desk drawer.

"Nothing!" Sandman smiled. "Look, Benzedrine, what did you come in here for?"

The doctor shifted his weight from foot to foot before muttering, "I misplaced Darling."

"What?"

"I sort of kind of," he coughed, "misplaced Darling."

"You what?!" Mr. Sandman exclaimed. "How did you misplace a patient? A Suiteheart?"

Benzedrine grew quiet for a  moment, formulating a lie before stating plainly, "She wanted to explore, you know, get to know her home for the next months or however long she'll be in Cork Tree."

"Uh huh."

"Can you just check the cameras?"

Mr. Sandman was about to say 'no', when he remembered that Benzedrine saw the locket. Sniffing, he looked rolled his chair over to his computer.

"Fine."  

"Thank you," Benzedrine grinned.

Sandman clicked a few keys on the keyboard, "She met Honey-I mean Joey. Left her room…now it looks like she's in the Yard of Crashed Cars."

Without thanking him, Benzedrine rushed out the door. Finding 'Darling' and making amends was his top priority. He turned right at the end of the hallway, went out of a door on his left, and entered the Yard of Crashed Cars. Surprisingly, the Yard of Crashed Cars wasn't full of cars. In fact, it only had four crashed cars. One for Dr. Benzedrine, one for Donnie the Catcher, one for Mr. Sandman, and one for H. Shoe Crab. These cars were only slightly crashed and were still useful on the interior. Therefore, they were used for multiple reasons including a place where some Suitehearts made love to their boyfriends if they visited, a place to remember, and even, in 'Darling's case, a place to get away from everything for a moment.

"Darling!"

Dr. Benzedrine ran over to the bright yellow crashed car with 'Benzedrine' painted on the side in large dark letters, where he found 'Darling' sitting in the driver's seat. Opening the door, he sat on the passenger side and smiled at his Suiteheart.

"Thank heavens Darling! Are you alright?"

"Fine," 'Darling' looked at the cracked window.

"If you're fine, then why did you run?"

"You kissed me, Dr. Benzedrine. I highly doubt that was professional or part of my routine check up."

"I'm so sorry…but not really. Thought that was an amazing kiss, I understand why you're not happy about it."

"I'm sorry. I just…nevermind."

"Just what Darling?"

"I just don’t want to start something with you because a, I don’t like you, and b, I'm pretty sure that I'm with someone."

"Pretty sure?" Dr. Benzedrine raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Darling nodded. "I remembered him when you played the mixtape. He sings-"

"I sing too."

"Not the point. I was with him. He wrote songs about me, he loved me. I don’t want to throw that away, especially if he remembers me."

"Did you love him?"

"Yes!" Darling stared at him.

Benzedrine held up his hands, "I was only asking because you said 'he loved me', it made me think that…well-"

"What?"

"That you didn't love him back."

'Darling' raised her hand to hit him but Benzedrine grabbed her wrist. He wanted to make out with her, but he didn't, he couldn't. Not now, not in a crashed car.

"Now, now Darling," He breathed. "We wouldn't want you to hurt someone."

She struggled against him for a moment before snatching her arm back, her face pulled into a pout as he folded her arms.

Benzedrine leaned in towards her, "Well Darling, if your boy comes back to visit you and shows interest in you, I'll stop."

"And if he doesn't?"

He got out of the car and walked back to the building with 'Darling' following behind him, eagerly waiting for the answer.

"If he doesn't?"

Benzedrine wandered through the building without saying a word and 'Darling' in tow.

"If he doesn't?" 

He stopped at her door and pushed her inside.
 
"I'll let you decide."

Ch 1
Ch 2
Ch 3
Ch 4
Ch 5
XXXXX

My head was spinning with lyrics. Dr. Benzedrine had made me remember something I had been trying to forget. I was beginning to hate this place more and more each day. Sighing, I rolled over and stared at the clock realizing I had been awake for about 20 minutes.

Why, oh, why, you wear sunglasses in the home when the sun went down about an hour ago? Life should not be that way.

I knew his voice, I kissed his lips, but I couldn't remember his name or what he looked like. I couldn't even remember how he felt when he touched my cheek or hands. I just remember his singing and spiral-bound notebooks of lyrics.

"Reminiscing Darling?"

I sat up quickly and faced the doctor.

"I didn't mean to startle you Darling."

I kept quiet and slouched in my bed, a curl tickled my cheek as I brushed it away hastily. I felt weight on the side of my bed and looked up.

"What's wrong Darling?"

"What's it to you?"

"I'm supposed to look out for you. I'm your doctor."

"Yeah, some doctor you are. You put me in ice water, make me puke, make me remember."

"I'm supposed to. At Cork Tree Infirmary-"

"Just shut up with the cork tree crap,"  I looked down at the IV in my hand, "and leave me alone."

I took a deep breath, removed the IV, and gasped. It was stuck.

"Here."

Dr. Benzedrine took a small gauze pad and placed it on my skin where the tip of the needle was, "This will hurt a bit." He gently pulled and the needle slid out. Throwing it away, he placed a butterfly bandage on my hand and kissed it, "There you are Darling."

I stared into his eyes, trying to figure him out. I didn't see him move and I didn't feel myself move. When I snapped out of whatever I was in, I pushed him away. My heart thrummed.

"Darling, I'm sorry. Please-"

"No!" I shouted, shaking my head. "Don't touch me."

"I confess, I messed up."

I stood up on shaky legs and stumbled towards the door. I headed down the hallway, hearing my bare feet patter on the tile. My heart was beating so loud I thought my ears were going to bleed from the noise of it. I thought of nothing more than to get away from him as fast as I could. I couldn't look at Benzedrine. Groaning, I opened a door and threw myself into the room behind it.

"You're not Mr. Sandman."

I shut the door hesitantly and turned to face the voice. The strong steady voice came from a short girl with dark hair and a fragile build. She wore the same attire as me, only her pants had a maroon number 20 on them. I began to wonder where I had seen her before when I realized that it was the girl from the cafeteria, the one who stared at me.

"I-I-I'm sorry," I bit my lip.

"Whatever," She blinked.

Her room was carpeted, but it was bright as mine. There was a window with a window seat, a hospital bed with a purple and red bedding, and balloons that said 'Get Well Soon Joey'. The first thing that entered my head was 'how in the world did she get suck and awesome room?'

"Who's Sandman?" I questioned.

The petite girl rolled her eyes, "He wear's all black leather and has painted on mouth over his mouth. He's my doctor."

"So his name is Mr. Sandman."

"Yeah, he's-" She stopped and stared up at the TV. "That's the fifth time they've showed that commercial in the past thirty minutes," She flicked her eyes towards me, "What's your name? Who exactly are you, number 94?"

"Umm, Darling- I mean-that's not my name."

"Then what is your name?" Her eyes moved towards the window. "There's a branch from that tree that's beating against that window and its really starting to piss me off. What's your name then Darling?"

I stopped, "I-I can't remember."

"Then Darling you shall be. You're a fellow Suiteheart, yes?"

"No…I mean yes!"

"You're confused."

"I know," I sat on her bed and moved her comforter slightly before she slapped my hand away and moved it back. "What?"

She sighed, "It bothers me when the comforter isn't lined up with the sheet."

"Is your name Joey?"

"Yeah. Hey, you're going to have to leave."

"Why?"

"Because, in the course our time together, you've asked four questions."

"You've asked more," I retorted.

Her eyes narrowed for a second before a creepy smile broke on her face, "Touché. You and I will be friends."

"I have to go," I headed for the door.

"Why so soon?"

I said nothing. I exited her room, rushing down the hallway as I swore I could hear her yell something after me. I'm not entirely sure, but I'm certain it was along the lines of:

"Run Darling, but you and I will be friends. You can be sure of that."

Title: Parasitic Psychos Make for Planless Fireworks 23/?
Author: mionemalfoy1203 (or way1203 as I'm known on  other sites)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Joker/OFC, Bruce/ OFC
Genre: Violence, Supsense, Horror
Warnings: Spoilers very minor
Disclaimer: Nolanverse, so Nolan and WB are the true owners. If i was the owner, the Joker would live in my closet.
Summary: ( Bruce couldn't believe he had allowed things to get this bad.)

Ch 1
Ch 2
Ch 3
Ch 4
Ch 5 
Ch 6
Ch 7
Ch 8 
Ch 9 
Ch 10 
Ch 11 
Ch 12
Ch 13
Ch 14
Ch 15 
Ch 16
Ch 17
Ch 18
Ch 19
Ch 20
Ch 21
Ch 22
Ch 23

XXX

Normal POV…

With every stitch, she winced.

With every dab of alcohol, she cried.

With every movement of her body, she cringed.

Bruce didn't bother with admitting Elizabeth to a hospital. They were crowded and they certainly wouldn't allow him to stay with her every second she breathed. Or, if he wasn't careful, the Joker might discover which hospital she's in, kidnap her or worse, stuff it full of dynamite and watch the fireworks. Not to mention the questions and the press he'd have to endure when someone noticed that it was Bruce Wayne who was admitting a battered, bruised, and possibly dying Elizabeth into Gotham's General Hospital.

No.

Instead, he carefully brought her back to his penthouse, strategically entering through the backdoor so he went unnoticed.  And now here he was carefully mending her wounds, as she lied ailing on his couch. He was saving her mouth for last, knowing that that would take up most of his time and her strength. Bruce couldn't believe he had allowed things to get this bad. He couldn't believe that he had allowed this to happen. After what happened to Rachel, he made a promise to himself to not let him outside Arkham. Now, because he got Elizabeth back, keeping that promise was going to be extremely difficult.

"Master Bruce."

Bruce turned around to face his butler, "Yes, Alfred?"

"I think you need to see the news," Alfred replied worriedly.

"You know, I can't do that."

"May I ask why not?"

Bruce pitched a bloody cotton ball into a nearby wastebasket and looked up at Alfred with tired eyes. He had been crouched beside Elizabeth for the past hour and a half; each cut and bandage reminding him of the Joker. If he were to watch the news, he'd see how quickly the Joker kept to his word.

"I can't," he replied simply.

Alfred nodded, "Alright. But I must tell you that your enemy is causing a lot of damage in Gotham."

Bruce didn't bother to say 'how much'. He had a feeling he already knew how much and that the Joker was just getting started. After all, he had three days to wreck havoc. Three days without repercussion.

Three days without Batman.

XXX

Ch 1
Ch 2
Ch 3
Ch 4

XXXXX

"What are we listening to?" I questioned.

After Dr. Benzedrine had removed me from the ice water, he told me he had a way to get me warm. That way was to put me back in clothes and have me sit in one of the Therapeutic rooms with him. This particular Therapeutic room was probably about 70 degrees maximum, making me not exactly warm, but not exactly cold either. The room had a therapy cot, a desk, a stereo, which was behind the desk on a shelf next to a sound system, wooden walls, and a carpeted floor. Dr. Benzedrine sat behind the desk and operated the sound system while I sat on the therapy cot and listened to the music.

"A mixtape Darling!"

"Why?" I sneezed.

Dr. Benzedrine took out his clipboard, "Because, this particular mixtape is known to jog the memories of many of our Suitehearts. Sometimes they can identify a band, a member of a band, a particular song, it just depends. It's your turn to listen Darling. So shut your mouth, close your eyes, and open your ears."

I did as I was told as I lied on the cot, listening to the music for anything memorable.

Your mouth it moves but fails to speak, and when you use your lips they better be on me, GET FAMILIAR!

Countless lyrics and lines flew by as pieces of songs played in the mixtape. I may have nodded off a few times, I probably daydreamed, I'm not sure. Either way, when the music stopped, Dr. Benzedrine's voice snapped me out of it.

"Any songs stick out at you?"

"The one that said something about falling from the heavens and chopping off the branches," I looked at the ceiling. "Then another was the one about kissing a boy to start shit."

"Any others?" Dr. Benzedrine grinned.

"Well, the one about automatic eyes and hands in the cookie jar."

"Yes, Automatic Eyes by The Academy Is… and Cookie Jar by Gym Class Heroes."

I blinked, "Say that first one again."

"The Academy Is…. What's wrong Darling? Do you recognize that band?"

"I don't know from where, but yes. That jogs a memory."

Dr. Benzedrine scribbled something on his clipboard, "Alright, any other songs that you would like to talk about?"

I shook my head.

"What about this one?"

You can bow and pretend that you don't, don't know you're a legend-

Dr. Benzedrine stopped the song and looked at me expectantly.

"I heard that on the tape," I yawned. "It sounded like a pretty odd song. It was talking about Suitehearts, like what you said the patients here are."

"Alright," he placed a new CD in. "What about this song?"

Why, oh, why, you wear sunglasses in the home when the sun went down about an hour ago? Life should not be that way-

I sat up immediately. I had heard that song before and I was pretty sure I knew who sung that song.

"Recognize it?" Benzedrine's eyes gleamed.

"Yes," I nodded. "Keep playing it."

Always up or down, never down and out. Dream of demons while you sleep, that make you stutter when you speak-

"It's me," I whispered.

"What's you, Darling?"

"The song," I stood up. "He said, when he wrote it, it was me…about me. He said it wasn't-"

"Wasn't what?" Dr. Benzedrine looked intrigued.

I wrapped my arms over my stomach and looked away from him, "Fair."

"What wasn't fair Darling? This?"

Speak now or forever hold your piece in pieces…

"Stop it!" I said a bit too loudly.

Dr. Benzedrine quickly turned it off and looked at me, "Are you alright?"

I shook my head. The mixtape and the song made me remember. It made me remember everything I was trying to forget. I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"You can tell me."

"No, I can't," I headed for the door. "It's not important!"

"Darling! Get back here!"

I ran out of the room and down the hall. I had to get back to my room, to the cafeteria, anywhere where Dr. Benzedrine wasn't. He couldn't know about me. I heard the lyrics in my head and everything was beginning to flood back to me.

….

It had been about two hours since Dr. Benzedrine let 'Darling' run away from him. For one, he didn't feel like chasing her and then, if he did, she probably wouldn't let him in. Either way, it wouldn't be worth it. He knew that she had run off to her room and now, since he'd given her time to compose herself, he decided to check on her. Maybe, if he were lucky, he would get a few answers.

"Darling?"

Her door was shut. None of the Suitehearts doors at Cork Tree Infirmary were supposed to be shut at anytime, for any reason. It was one of the main rules that they had put in place to prevent accidents or anything that was deemed undesirable while the Suitehearts were trying to get better.

"Darling, open this door immediately!"

Dr. Benzedrine waited for a response before grabbing a ring of keys out of his pocket and unlocking the door.

"Darling, what do you think you are-"

He stopped. She was lying in her bed, tossing and turning in a not so peaceful sleep. Benzedrine sighed and walked to the medicine counter in her room, pulling a peripheral IV line out of the drawer. 

"Darling, Darling, Darling, what am I going to do with you?" He inserted the IV into the back of her left hand. "You run out on me during your therapy session, you don't want to talk to me. How am I supposed to prevent you from becoming a lost cause?"

He watched as 'Darling' shifted her position once again, facing him as she lay on her side, her legs bent slightly.  'Darling' looked up at him with wide, glossy, eyes and for the first time Benzedrine saw the look in her eyes. The look that some Suitehearts had in their eyes when they were desperate, the look that said 'Help me'.

"Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Benzedrine?"

The medication was already taking affect.

"Shh," Dr. Benzedrine looked down at her. "Go to sleep."

He watched her close her soft amber eyes as she fell asleep and smiled. Her hair fell around her face and shoulders in curls. Benzedrine pushed her auburn hair away, examining her freckled face and chewed lips. He scanned her body, noticing her slight stomach, her thin calves, her medium thighs, her average breasts, before touching her arm. She felt warm.

He removed his hand quickly, and shook his head. He wasn't going to get involved with a Suiteheart, he couldn't. They were considered forbidden to the staff of Cork Tree. Besides, he was only there to help her and then after that he was done with her. Right?

Right.

'Darling' was tempting. He could never fall for forbidden fruit.

Well, maybe not never…

XXXXX

Ch 1
Ch 2
Ch 3

XXXXX

When I woke up, my head was spinning, my mouth tasted like vomit, and I wasn't quite sure, but I think I was back in my bed. Blinking, I looked around and noticed the bland walls around me. I had to have been back in my bed, but how?

"When did I get here?" I groaned. "How did I get here?"

Dr. Benzedrine patted my arm, "You'll never remember, Darling, your head is far too blurry."

"My head is just fine," I lied.

He was right; I was having trouble remembering what happened before I blacked out. I remember running, puking, and a strange girl from the cafeteria, but not much else.

"If you say so," Benzedrine wrote something down on his clipboard. "Now, I have another test for you."

I opened my mouth to retort, when he grabbed my arm and placed me in a wheelchair.

"Come with me."

Dr. Benzedrine wheeled me through the fluorescent-lit halls of Cork Tree and pointed out things along the way, but I wasn't paying any attention. My mind, along with being blurry, wouldn’t stop spinning. I couldn't figure out what was going on, I mean, I knew he was taking me to a test, but what kind of test? What kind of place was I in, besides one for girls like Suitehearts, honorable mentions, and me? And why did I have to be here if nothing was wrong with me?

I groaned and placed my head in my hands, "Where the hell are you taking me?"

"To a test Darling," He reminded. "At Cork Tree, we try to get to know what type of girls we have and what's wrong with them, that way, we can accurately fix them."

"What if I don’t need fixing?"

"Nonsense, every girl who comes here needs something fixed."

"I don’t need fixing," I shook my head. "I'm fine."

"Obviously you do, otherwise you wouldn't be here."

"Obviously I don't if I can easily talk back to you and tell you what an inconsiderate jackass you're being for forcing me to go through these tests when nothing is wrong with me. Obviously I don’t, if I can tell you what a prick you are for not listening to me when I tell you that nothing is wrong with me!"

Dr. Benzedrine stopped my wheelchair and brought his face close to mine, "Look, Darling, it's not like I don't respect your opinion, but you're just so quick with your lips that your words do nothing but rip me apart. And that, is most likely one of the reasons why your dear mummy and daddy admitted you to Cork Tree."

I resisted the urge to punch him as he stood up and opened a door to a testing lab.

"Okay Darling," His sunny demeanor returned. " We're here for your next test."

The door shut behind us and Dr. Benzedrine took my hand, helping me stand up before collapsing the wheelchair and placing it to the side. The lab was definitely brighter than my room, but darker than the halls. It had all the features of a normal doctors exam room, an exam cot, a sink, a counter, a rolling stool, with the exception of blue laminate floors and a metal bathtub full of fresh ice water.

"What's the tub for?" I questioned.

"Your next test," Dr. Benzedrine grinned. "Darling, I need for you to take off your clothes and sit in the bathtub for me."

I stared at him critically, "Excuse me?"

"Darling, either you undress yourself, or I undress you. Either way, I will see you naked at one point or another during this particular test."

I motioned for him to turn around, which he did, as quickly undressed myself. Once I was done, Dr. Benzedrine told me to enter the tub of ice water. Doing what I was told, I sat down in the water and immediately felt goose bumps rise up my arms. Sitting down on the rolling stool, Benzedrine rolled over to me with his clipboard.

"Darling, I need for you to stay in there as long as you can. When you can't bear it any longer, tell me. And I'll exam you on the exam table."

I nodded, I felt so exposed. My body went rigid from the cold; chill bumps covering every inch of my skin. I shivered as my breasts felt the air around me for a fraction of a second, my nipples hardening when I adjusted my position in the water. I quickly sunk down under the water and placed my hands under my armpits, my arms covering them.

"Darling are you cold?" Dr. Benzedrine noticed.

"Shut up," I shivered.

"If you can't take it, get out of the water Darling."

"I'd rather get frostbite or hypothermia than for you to examine me naked."

"Suit yourself."

I sat in the freezing water, feeling my body go numb. My toenails were turning a light bluish purple and I could only guess that my fingernails were doing the same. I groaned and shivered.

"Darling," Dr. Benzedrine announced. "It's been almost ten minutes. Do you want to get out?"

I shook my head. I could barely feel my lower half but I didn't want him to examine me naked. Before I could react, I felt someone's hands on my upper arms, pulling me up towards the ceiling.

"Darling, I don’t care if you're not ready, you've been in there long enough if your lips are beginning to turn blue."

"Let me down!"

Benzedrine said nothing as helped me out of the tub and onto the exam cot. I felt my body shake was pressed my upper body down.

"Lie down."

I did as I was told,  "I'm so cold…"

Dr. Benzedrine smirked, patting the side of my face gently with his right hand, his left hand on my side.

"Don’t worry Darling, I have a way to get you warm."

XXXXX

Please comment :)

Ch 1
Ch 2

XXXXX

"Quite a live wire you brought in Benzedrine."

A man with dark eyes, short dark hair, and a painted on mouth, known only as Mr. Sandman, glared at Dr. Benzedrine. After her little incident in the cafeteria, Dr. Benzedrine placed 'Darling' back in her bed where she was currently sleeping it off. It was then that Sandman decided it was best to have a little chat with the infamous doctor.

"Look, I didn't bring her to Cork Tree," Dr. Benzedrine corrected. "Darling was brought here by her guardians, just like the rest of the girls here. Besides, if you're talking about her throwing up, it’s a simple mishap. She had just finished her first test and she hadn't eaten in days."

"Whose fault is that?" Mr. Sandman spat.

"She slept on and off for days, so this is the first day where she was awake long enough for me to give her the test! Give Darling a chance. She-"

Mr. Sandman rolled his eyes, "Ugh! Why do you call her Darling? Do you even know her real name?"

"Well," Dr. Benzedrine looked up thoughtfully. "Now that you think about, I don’t."

"You didn't even bother to read her file, did you?"

"A simple file doesn't matter in her case."

"Are you serious? Bez, you're singing just off the key of reason!"

"I think I'm pretty close to reason actually."

Mr. Sandman continued to press the issue, "With all the girls who are admitted and sent to me, I look at their file first. Donnie does it, same with Crab. That way, we can give them the right kind of treatment."

"I know her type," Benzedrine argued. "I've seen in the past girls."

"In all the girls who have been admitted to Cork Tree and sent to you, how many have had her characteristics?"

The doctor grew quiet, biting his lip in thought.

"You can't think of one, because there haven't been."

"Actually there has been one."

"Who? Did you just make her up?"

"Sarah Ysper and no, I didn't just make her up. She was mine about three years ago. She fought at first and then she got better. All it took was a little-"

"You don't know without looking at her file what her best treatment interests are. Did it ever occur to you that maybe she might be better off with Donnie, Crab, or myself?"

Dr. Benzedrine was as stubborn as ever and Mr. Sandman wasn't about to see another patient become a 'lost cause'.

"I don’t need to look at her file," Dr. Benzedrine stood up. "Darling will be just fine with me. I know it. I feel it."

"I don’t care what you feel. If you don’t read her file, I will and after that I'll have her assigned to the right person so she can have the right treatment." Mr. Sandman stopped. "Unless, your plan is to keep her here because you don’t want her to be treated."

"I never said that I didn't want her to be treated," Benzedrine walked towards the door, "I'll talk to you later okay? I need to check up on Darling."

"Benzedrine, why don’t you want her to be treated?"

He continued to walk away without looking back for even a fraction of a second.

"Get your ass back here and tell me what you want with her!"

Benzedrine knew he was only one that could help her and he didn't care what her file said, Sandman wasn't going to stop him. He was going to help Darling.

Even if it meant her becoming a 'lost cause'.

XXXXX

Ch 1

XXXXX

My bare feet hit the soaking wet 'grass' as I ran from the front wall to the back wall in the recreation room. Dr. Benzedrine said that I was to test my endurance. I said it was just to see how long it would take for me to slip and fall. Either way, the 'grass', which was more like artificial turf, felt like it was pricking my feet each time I took a step.

"Darling," Dr. Benzedrine watched me carefully. "Just seven more minutes alright?"

Easy for him to say, he was sitting on a stool, observing my progress, every so often marking something on a clipboard his held in the crook of this arm. I didn't answer; I just slowed my pace and jogged. I was running out of breath and energy, not to mention I was also extremely hot. The outfit I was wearing didn’t help much either. All 'Suitehearts' have to wear sweatpants with pockets and a long-sleeved shirt that had a turtleneck that stops about mid-neck. Both are gray, both are 90% cotton/10% polyester, and all of them have a specific number on the left thigh of the pants. For instance, mine has a 94 in maroon numbers.

Focusing on my lap count, I took my mind off the pain radiating through my legs and the possible shin splints I was receiving from this test. I guess I was concentrating too hard because, as I pivoted to run to the other side, I slipped on the damp turf and fell.

"Are you alright Darling?" He called.

"Fine!" I came of harsher than I intended.

"Alright. Three more minutes then, Darling!"

"Alright!"

Sweat ran down my face, dampening my hair and sweatshirt while I ran. I touched the front wall when he called time.

Benzedrine jotted down something on the clipboard, "Are you hungry Darling?"

"Not exactly."

"Nonsense," he pulled my arm. "You haven't eaten since you arrived here, you must be hungry."

While I really wasn't hungry since I had just finished running, I couldn't disagree with him. I hadn't eaten. In fact, I couldn't remember the last time I had. I followed him to the refectory. There were three other girls scattered about in the cafeteria as well, one was accompanied by the man I nicknamed Mr. Sandman, one by a man all in green with shaggy hair, and the final girl by a man in red and fro-like hair.

"Sit here," Dr. Benzedrine patted a table, pulling out my chair. "I'll get your food and your medicine."

I did as I was told, taking my seat only to notice the other three girls staring at me. I wiped sweat away from my forehead and touched my wet ponytail, sighing when I realized that my hair wasn't going to be straight when it dried. I glanced down at my fingers and then back up again. The girls didn't take their eyes off of me.

"Newbie, girls," The man in the green stated. "Leave her alone."

The girls continued to stare, their eyes scanning me. It was like I had a label on my forehead that said 'Fresh Meat'. Dr. Benzedrine returned, placing the tray down in front of me with a definite slam.

"Hey!" He barked. "What are you all looking at? Didn't you hear what Donnie the Catcher said? Leave. Her. Alone."

Two of the girls turned their attention back to their food while the girl who was with 'Mr. Sandman' continued to stare at me.

"You heard him," Mr. Sandman stood up.

He went behind the staring girl and pushed her head so far forward, that I was afraid that he was going to push her into her food.

"Leave her alone."

I swore I heard her retort, "But I think I know her."

"Darling," Dr. Benzedrine touched my hand. "Please eat. Don’t let those other girls bother you."

I looked at the food in front of me and suddenly I was starving. The tray contained Jell-O, a peanut butter and honey sandwich, a ham and cheese sandwich, a green apple, a salad with bacon bits and ranch dressing, a Dr. Pepper in once of those small 12oz bottles, a Diet Coke that was in the same size bottle, an oatmeal raisin cookie, and a bowl of ice cream with sprinkles.

Dr. Benzedrine smirked, "Hungry Darling?"

My only answer was the immediate grabbing and chewing of the ham and cheese sandwich. Once I was finished with that, I took random bites of everything, alternating until my stomach began to churn. I realized then that maybe I shouldn't have eaten so fast, especially with my body being overheated.

"Darling?"

I placed the Diet Coke to my lips, taking a small sip before spewing everything I had just downed all over the table.

"Oh Darling!"

I felt the stares of the girls again and the footsteps of the other three men in the room, as I fell to the floor and continued to vomit.

"Is she alright Benzedrine?" The man in red asked.

"She didn't take her medicine," Donnie shook his head.

Dr. Benzedrine sat on the floor and grabbed my upper arms, sitting me between his legs with my back to his front. I panted and held my stomach, heaving every so often. A bitter taste filled my mouth as yellow bile dripped off my lips. 

"Shh," he whispered. "There's nothing left. Take your medicine Darling, you'll feel better." 

"No," I breathed.

I heaved again and nothing else would come out. Taking his chance, Dr. Benzedrine took a pill, put it in my mouth, and placed his hand over my mouth, before tilting my head back.

"Swallow!"

His voice was dark and I didn't dare challenge him. I swallowed.

"Good girl."

I felt Benzedrine's arms around me each time I attempted to heave, hearing him tell me 'no' or to 'stop it'. It felt like hours but it was probably only minutes or even seconds when my body stopped and I began to feel tired. My eyes closed and the last thing I remember hearing was that girl who stared at me and said:

"If we don't take the medication, we won't sleep for days."

XXXXX

Please comment :)

Title: Parasitic Psychos Make for Planless Fireworks 23/?
Author: mionemalfoy1203 (or way1203 as I'm known on  other sites)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Joker/OFC, Bruce/ OFC
Genre: Violence, Supsense, Horror
Warnings: Spoilers very minor
Disclaimer: Nolanverse, so Nolan and WB are the true owners. If i was the owner, the Joker would live in my closet.
Summary: (Her body landed with a thud that resonated through the eerie vicinity. )

Ch 1
Ch 2
Ch 3
Ch 4
Ch 5 
Ch 6
Ch 7
Ch 8 
Ch 9 
Ch 10 
Ch 11 
Ch 12
Ch 13
Ch 14
Ch 15 
Ch 16
Ch 17
Ch 18
Ch 19
Ch 20
Ch 21
Ch 22

Normal POV…

The Joker groaned as he carried Elizabeth to a 'soccer mom' van marked 'SLaughter is the BEST Medicine'. She was going in and out of consciousness and that pissed him off. He wanted her awake for all of this. Tossing her into the open van door, he watched her stir.

"Where are we going?" Elizabeth muttered for the twelfth time.

"We're going to the toy store. You're getting fixed."

She said nothing, her eyelids meeting once again, her head lolling forward. He slammed the car door and laughed maniacally as one of his henchmen in a smiling clown mask, Hugo, saw to it that she was in her seat.

"No seatbelt," The Joker ordered. "I want her as damaged as possible."

"Hang on toots," Hugo grinned. "You're in for a bumpy ride!"

With that, the Joker stepped on the gas pedal, flooring down the dark streets of Gotham. As he took quick turns and drove manically to their destination, Elizabeth's body slammed violently against the car doors, headrests, and Hugo.

"She's getting blood on the seat sir," Hugo informed.

"Where's it coming from?" The Joker asked.

"Uh…"

The henchman with a straight-faced mask in the passenger seat, Dennis, turned around, shivering at the site of Elizabeth's broken body. Old blood was crusted around her mouth yet new blood was oozing from her lips; above her right eye was a nasty bruise that was beginning to bleed. Glancing at the window behind his seat, Dennis saw where her head was colliding, he could see the sunburst look of soon to be shattered glass. Her body was limp in a disturbing form, it was almost as if she were twisted, her waist in no way looked as if a sturdy set of ribs were holding her together. Dennis faced forward and said nothing.

"That bad huh?" The Joker glanced in the rearview mirror. "Fan…tastic."

He turned one last corner and stopped the van in an alley, where a door to a loading dock was waiting open for them. A two other henchmen in clown masks appeared and opened the van doors, allowing the Joker, Dennis, and Hugo to get out.

"Take 'em down," the Joker whispered to Hugo. "Leave her for me."

Hugo nodded and went over to Dennis, who slyly handed him a gun before reaching behind his back for its twin. While guns fired, the Joker turned his attention to Elizabeth. Reaching into the van, he pulled her out, picking her up bridal style, a groan escaping her lips.

"Hush little Lizzy," he rolled his eyes. "You're going to be just fine."

Her head rolled to his shoulder as she coughed, blood spewing from her tainted lips. He said nothing, only carried her through the loading dock and inside the abandoned building. He walked swiftly; he needed to get her there so business could be done. Passing empty packaging rooms, he entered the elevator and made his way up to the top floor. The elevator doors opened and he stepped out, casually walking to the center of the room a wide grin plastered on his face.

"I made it."

"What do you want with me?" A guttural growl questioned.

A man in a black Kevlar bat suit stepped in his view.

"Ah, Batman."  

"What do you want with me?" Batman wasn't in the mood.

"I just wanted to make you…" the Joker dropped Elizabeth, "an offer."

Her body landed with a thud that resonated through the eerie vicinity.

"What did you do to her?" Batman snapped.

"Do you like the view?" The Joker stared out of the dingy windows.

"Shut up."

"It's the penthouse, if you will, of this building. You should be comfortable. At least look at the view."

"What did you do to her?"

Batman rushed to Elizabeth's side and, before he could place his hands on her, The Joker kicked his foot and produced a blade from the toe of his boot. The Joker placed it at Batman's neck.

"Ah, ah, ah," He shook his head. "You can't have her that easy."

"What do you want?" Batman stood up, his fists balled tightly.

"I want to offer you a trade off," The Joker's eyes locked with his. "You can take Lizzy…if you allow me free reign of Gotham for three days."

Batman said nothing.

"Orrrr, if that doesn't tickle your fancy, then you can get her back if you tell me who you really are. That doesn't guarantee Elizabeth's health or safety."

He retracted the blade and kicked Elizabeth in the ribs, causing her to roll over and face Bruce as she coughed up blood. Batman twitched.

"Then again," The Joker considered. "None of these options do."

He couldn't do that, he couldn't tell his identity…he just couldn't. But then again he really needed Elizabeth back.

Bruce really needed Elizabeth back.

He told himself he'd do anything. He was desperate.

"Or," The Joker continued. "I will keep Elizabeth and uh…judging by her condition, she's only got a few hours. Maybe a day, if she's lucky."

"What would you want with her?"

"Me? Nothing. I've…fucked…herrr," The Joker smacked his lips. "I'm done…with herrr"

"You bastard."

"So," the Joker ignored him. "What's it gonna be Batsy? Door number one, two, or three?"

Batman stared down at Elizabeth. He didn't want his identity out, but he didn't want her in the Joker's hands where she'd inevitably die, nor did he want the Joker to get free reign over Gotham for three days. Heck, he didn't like it when the Joker had reign for three hours!

"Have you chosen?" The Joker tapped Elizabeth with his foot.

Batman nodded. He was going to choose the lesser of the evils.

"If I do this," Batman swallowed. "Will you-"

"I'm a man of my word. Whatever you choose, you bet your Kevlar ass I'll keep to what I proposed."

"Pleasure doing business with you Batsy..."

XXXXX

i have cramps and im on my period to top off my great sunday *sarcasm*. please comment to make me smile.
(sorry to say that for any guys who are reading. or anyone who didn't wish to know that info and doesn't care to sympathize)

Title: Parasitic Psychos Make for Planless Fireworks 22/?
Author: mionemalfoy1203 (or way1203 as I'm known on  other sites)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Joker/OFC, Bruce/ OFC
Genre: Violence, Supsense, Horror
Warnings: Spoilers very minor
Disclaimer: Nolanverse, so Nolan and WB are the true owners. If i was the owner, the Joker would live in my closet.
Summary: (Before I knew what was happening, he placed his hand over mine, our fingers pull the trigger.)

Ch 1
Ch 2
Ch 3
Ch 4
Ch 5 
Ch 6
Ch 7
Ch 8 
Ch 9 
Ch 10 
Ch 11 
Ch 12
Ch 13
Ch 14
Ch 15 
Ch 16
Ch 17
Ch 18
Ch 19
Ch 20
Ch 21
 
(Elizabeth POV)

"Lizzy! Talk for me Lizzy!"

My ribs were still aching from the last clown who had tried to hurt me, and this particular clown didn't seem to care. I whined and begged for him to stop but he didn't care.

"Lizzy!"

The clown continued to kick my already previously damaged ribcage.

"Stop," I panted. "Stop, st-"

I coughed and rolled over, a warm liquid seeping out of my mouth. I blinked a few times, noticing the copper like taste and the crimson on the floor.  I was coughing up blood.
 
"Turn over, I'm not finished with you," The clown growled.

"HEY!"

I looked up and immediately felt a foot hit my face with a loud crack. Blood erupted from my nose but I didn't dare raise a hand to touch it. I was too scared.

"I said hey!" The same voice from before continued.

I heard movement and mustered up the courage to look up again. It was The Joker.

"Get up Lizzy," He had a gun in his hand.

I groaned and followed his instructions, coughing up more blood in the process. The clown who was hurting me was standing completely still, his eyes following The Joker.

"You know Lizzy," he stood behind me, "you really need to learn how to protect yourself against these…clowns."

He smacked his lips in my ear and grabbed my hands, placing the gun between them.

"Shoot him."

"What?" I gasped. "No. I-I-"

"Don't tell me you're religious."

The Joker took the gun, placed it in my right hand, and guided my hand to my head until the cold steel was pressed firmly against my temple.

"Look, you'll be going to hell either way, puddin'. Whether it be because you follow my directions and shoot Scott over there, or because you'll shoot yourself."

Before I knew what was happening, he placed his hand over mine, our fingers pull the trigger. It clicked and I jumped.

No bullets.

"Shoot him Lizzy," The Joker whispered. "There's no bullets. Just do it. It's okay."

"You promise?" I asked.

"I pinky promise. You can trust me Elizabeth."

I pulled the trigger and the gun went off, the clown staggering to the floor as blood exited his chest. My heart stopped, I dropped the gun, I couldn't breathe. What had I done?

"Oh, God. Oh…oh…shit."

The Joker clapped, his laughter echoing through the room.

"Russian Roulette is not the same without bullets," He cackled. "You honestly thought that there wasn't a bullet in there?"

"Yes," My voice cracked.

I fell to my knees, tears pouring out of my eyes and into my cuts, immediately stinging my cheeks. The clown's blood began to run in a path towards me.

"I've broken you haven't I?" The Joker asked. "I've taken you, my little tinker toy, and I've played with you and made you mine, and now look at you. You're broken."

"I'm not-"

"Yes you are, admit it. I ruined you like hotel honeymoon sheets."

I sobbed and felt blood trickle out of my mouth. I sniffed and felt immediate pain flood through my body from my broken nose. I felt hands touch my shoulders.

"You're broken Lizzy," The Joker pressed. "I ruined you. Just admit it."

I shook my head, I felt like I was going to pass out from blood loss. I swayed and decided to lie on the cold ground.

"Oh no you don't!" The Joker picked me up. "You're not going to stay here. After all, all broken toys must go to the toy shop."

I tried to kick but things were growing dark. I wasn't sure if it was this room or my body.

"Where are you taking me?" I groaned.

"To get you fixed. Besides I changed my mind, I haven't finished playing with you just yet."

XXXX

Sorry for not updating. I know you're probably getting tired of waiting like this.