|abettercriminal (abettercriminal) wrote in doorslogs,|
@ 2012-06-22 22:53:00
|Entry tags:||joker, riddler|
Who: Jonah and Sadie
What: Resting after a trip to the ER
Where: Sadie's apartment
When: Several hours after this.
Warnings/Rating: Fluffy friendship sweetness and very brief mentions of violence.
For all of her quirks and personality flaws, taking care of people that needed it was something Sadie was actually good at. And, as she should be. For Sadie still wanted to be a kindergarten teacher one day and part of caring for brats was knowing they’d fall in a thorn bush during recess. And, oh boy did Jonah fall in one giant thorn bush. Trouble might have been a hobby of theirs that they took once meeting up in Vegas, but the addition of the Riddler and Joker proved to make the whole thing just plain dangerous. Sadie should be worried, she knew that, but in a way she was relieved. Jonah might have been stuck with the craziest apple in the basket, but at least it was an apple that didn’t plan on kicking Riddler’s sweet little butt any time soon. In fact, from what Sadie could tell, the Joker and Riddler had a sort of symbiotic relationship. Joker would blow things up and Riddler would create little tiny problems all along the rubble. They didn’t rely on each other the same way Sadie and Jonah tended to, but they could co-exist. Riddler could co-exist with anyone who admitted he was a genius.
So, Sadie calmly took the drugged up Jonah back to her apartment, let him sleep in her fluffy brightly colored bed (first time she had a boy in that particular bed, mind you) and sat next to him while he slept. Her apartment wouldn’t be a surprise to anyone. It was decorated more like a manga store with brightly colored posters, grinning star lights lining the ceiling and unabashed cute stuffed animals on all the couches, chairs and of course, the bed. In her fuzzy green PJ’s, Sadie looked natural in the place, but Jonah’s generally darker presence seemed to clash with the neon colors and the cheerful atmosphere. She was blind to the contrast, blind to the torment that Jonah so aptly hid from her. The guy she was friends with had some problems, sure, but he had this incredible ability to act as though there wasn’t any of that holding him down. They were similar spirits in that sense, even if she was farther away from what anyone considered normal. How could she ever be normal? Especially now with the Riddler rolling around in her brain?
Sadie pondered this and her conversation with Batgirl as she snipped pieces of thick, purple fabric with tiny scissors. The bed was nearly covered with pieces of the Riddler costume as his hat with a glowing question mark stared at her from the coat rack. He could have made the costume himself, but Sadie wanted to do it for him. Do you still care for me, sweet Sadie? Even after the things Batgirl said? Riddler asked gently from a spot in her head near her right ear. Of course. Batgirl didn’t understand just how special the rogues gallery was because her dad never really made it. Not like Riddler did. Not like Joker, either.