Things have been quiet lately. Well, quiet for me at any rate. I can't say the same for the patients at Wayne General... But for me it's been nice. Peaceful ( Read more... )

Just a quick update to say that Jon's okay and I'm back on my meds. All in all, things are going really well.

What in God's name made me think I was capable of helping anyone when I can't even help myself? Jesus Christ, I think I'm trying to help Jon where I couldn't help Crane. And surprise, surprise: it's not working ( Read more... )

Jon moved in with me today. I was able to get my old apartment back with very little trouble, and to tell the truth, I'm pretty excited. It'll be nice to have a place of my own again, rather than staying with Lex or Bruce. Or in Arkham. This means, of course, that I'm going to have to get a job, and quickly. I'm not just supporting myself anymore. ( Read more... )

Today I moved out of Arkham...and in with Rachel. I don't know exactly how it happened, or even why; I only know that she offered and I found myself accepting, and being genuinely grateful for it ( Read more... )

I know I should be absolutely furious with Doctor Leland for using me as leverage, but I don't think I can really blame her for it. It seems like she's had a difficult life, and she probably really does deserve a promotion. Of course I despise the way she went about attaining it, but the fact remains that she has actually been incredibly patient ( Read more... )

It appears that my two disparate personalities may be finally assimilating, but not at all in the way I'd expected (or hoped). Two-Face is no longer the little voice in the back of my head who helpfully provides instruction and advice; he is me now. Rather than taking turns, we've just sort of combined forces and I'm not at all convinced it's an ( Read more... )

My life is rapidly turning to shit. My boyfriend dumped me, my best friend hates me, and Tony is once again probably going to kick my ass because I can't keep my damn mouth shut.

Comments disabled because I don't think I care to hear any more about the goddamn approaching dawn.

So Bruce came by after Mags did, and we watched a movie together (I refuse to tell you what movie; we got enough flak over just the pillow fort). But the more the evening progressed the more I began to realize that spending time with Bruce felt exactly the same as spending time with Mags. Which means either both were dates or neither was ( Read more... )

It has been brought to my attention that my previous post could be interpreted as slightly...risqué. I assure you, it was nothing of the kind.

Bruce and I did not do anything of a sexual nature. I steadfastly refuse to tell you what we did do, because it's irrelevant. And embarrassing.

So... Please don't hate me, Tony? D: