First, the good. Today was my first day as a legal consultant for Wayne Enterprises. It went... well. It was interesting to see this side of the company, when I'd formerly been employed here as a mere secretary (by the way, Bruce, you're still ass for that). No one has given me any trouble about the fact that I'm dating the guy who signs my paycheck. They've all been pretty friendly and welcoming. I'm excited about going in to work for the first time in a very long time.

And now for the not-so-good news. Lex is in Arkham. I think he'll be okay in the end, but for now he needs some intensive therapy. Leland promised me she would look after him personally, so I'm not too worried.

At least things are more or less finally settling down.

I am now an official member of the Wayne Enterprises legal team. They gave me a really nice pen that has the department name and everything on it. I got a phone call this morning asking me if I could go in for a follow-up interview, but I guess they'd already made their decision. I met my co-workers today. They all seemed... very professional. The tone here is unspeakably different from that of the twelfth floor (all of whom I shall miss dearly). Of course I'll be doing actual work this time, not simply fetching Bruce's coffee and dry-cleaning. But I'm looking forward to it. At least I'll have something to do during the days.

Work begins Monday.

Now, I know what you're thinking: who's going to hire a disfigured serial killer? The answer, of course, is my boyfriend. Heh. What I mean is I'm interviewing for a job tomorrow with Wayne Enterprises, as part of the legal team. Bruce will have some input, of course, but the final decision lies with the head of the department.

Wish me luck!

That was strange.

I'm not exactly sure what just happened or how, but... I feel a bit better. I think it's just me and Two-Face for the time being. Which, as far as mental roommates go, isn't all that bad. I think we can work with this.

Joan even said I might get released soon. That's— God, it would be fantastic.

I probably shouldn't get my hopes up.

I mean, it's me again. Harvey.

I'm not exactly sure how long it's been, or how long I've been gone. I don't remember anything since I— I don't remember anything after the Batcave. But I'm living with Lex now, so that's good. There's some woman here I don't recognize, and she seems to strongly dislike me, but... I'm living with Lex.

Joan, I'm ready to work through whatever it is that happened, if you are. I mean, I'd like to get well, maybe even come to some understanding about why it happened. Please, I need your help.

Bruce. God, I've missed you. I love you. Whatever happens now, I need you to know that.

Also, where's Clark? I haven't seen him once since I, er, woke up. Is he pissed off at you again, Lex?

I will be profoundly disappointed if this isn't who I think it is. In other news: Lex, is it okay to leave the safe house yet? I'm running dangerously low on Visine and vodka.

Oh my God, I'm so BORED. Nothing to do right now but laze around the safe house and think of new and inventive ways to piss off Lex (and Kitty). I've long since gone through his liquor, and I'm reasonably sure that there are honest-to-God lasers guarding the food, so that's out. And his idiot girlfriend already reprogrammed the DVR (goddammit, Kitty, Lex and I have no interest whatsoever in watching America's Next Top Moron). Let's see... The other rules involve either rape or cruelty to animals, so no luck there. Damn it. That leaves us with two options: defile his bed or kill someone. Or maybe I'll just "borrow" one of his credit cards again. Yeah, that works.

Batman, stop crying. We'll let you win the next game of Battleship, all right?

Drama queen.

Dent isn't around right now. I guess that asshole is leaving me to deal with... all of this. It's okay. I don't mind. We always knew I was the stronger, more resilient one. And to be honest, this didn't really come to me as much of a surprise. I think I knew from the start that we're fucked-up, and to pretend otherwise is to invite misery. Not that I'm miserable. No, this comes rather as a confirmation.

Sincerest apologies, Joan. You know I would never hurt you if I could help it. And don't worry, your secret is safe with me.

Bruce... You know I didn't want this. For you or him.

I'm sorry.

I did everything you asked of me. I stopped killing people, for one. I attended therapy regularly, despite my loathing for psychiatrists. I changed for you. And what did I get in return? Not a damn thing. You think you can placate me with kind words and empty promises? I'm done with this.



I'm back, sweetheart. And there's nothing either you nor anyone else can do to stop me.

mastahwayne (2:50:24 AM): It's just some work I had to do when I was away from Gotham...
itsharveydent (2:50:40 AM): ...Work. What kind of... "work?"
mastahwayne (2:51:00 AM): Work. The kind where you get money. For food and shelter and clothes.
itsharveydent (2:52:33 AM): And what sort of duties were you performing, Bruce?
mastahwayne (2:52:51 AM): Oh, nothing too difficult.
itsharveydent (2:53:18 AM): Manual labor? Translating? Sex acts?
mastahwayne (2:53:28 AM): Maybe that third one.

I always knew that was all you were ever any good for.

Alex, do be specific and explain to your father why this was on your hard drive:



I know I've cut you a lot of slack in the past but this is simply unacceptable.

EDIT: I WILL KILL YOU ALL. HERE IS AN ITEMIZED LIST:

HUSH
HUNTRESS
STAR
LEX
SUPES
LELAND
RORSCHACH
IVY

BASICALLY EVERYONE WHO ISN'T RACHEL OR I.

ETA;; BITCHES ARE BANNED FROM MY JOURNAL. FUCK OFF.

Lex may have been onto something.

I think I really do need to see a doctor. Not only am I exhausted all the time, but... there are chunks of my memory that appear to be missing. Not just hazy or indistinct, but actually not there. I found myself in a city park today with absolutely no idea how I got there. It took me twenty minutes just to figure out what part of town I was in. I got back to the office before my lunch break was technically over, so that's lucky. But, um... I'm slightly worried. Gotham isn't exactly safe these days, and I can't afford to find myself down the wrong dark alley at the wrong time.

I think I'm going to try to get in to see a doctor this weekend. Maybe, um... Joan? Any suggestions?

I just got back from my bi-monthly Men Against Wayne meeting. I guess I should probably stop going now that I'm actually dating Bruce Wayne, but I paid my dues for a whole year, and the cupcakes are absolutely delicious (thanks, Rach!). Come to think of it, I haven't been "against" Wayne in quite a long time, at least not in intended sense of the word. Strange that my fellow members still welcome me with open arms while I'm sleeping with the enemy. Huh. Well, I guess it's not too serious of a betrayal; Leland leads the Women's Auxiliary Men Against Wayne chapter, after all.

I've met some really nice people there so I guess I might as well keep going. It really is a very friendly organization (for people who aren't Bruce).

I'm in New York City for the first time since... Well, it's been a while. Bruce and I decided to get away for a weekend, so we're staying at Four Seasons. I tried to get him to reconsider when I realized how ridiculously expensive a single night would be, much less three, but he wouldn't hear of it. I guess as long he's paying I might as well enjoy it. We have a fantastic suite with a minibar and jacuzzi, and the bed is enormous, and immensely comfortable (we took a little time to get acquainted with it). Anyway, I just wanted to let everyone know that we'll be out of town until Monday. Rachel, you and Alex are more than welcome to stay at the apartment for the time being; I figured you'd be safe enough there.

Until Monday, everyone!

So Joan, Bruce and I were talking about you and we realized that in addition to caring about you deeply as a friend and ally, we would both totally hit that. So, you know, that's something to keep in mind.

P.S. We'll be at the Manor all day. You know, in case you feel like stopping by for a visit, or... Yeah.

That went well.

God, I feel like shit right now. I mean physically. I have a raging headache and I haven't eaten all day out of sheer nerves. I'm going to go sleep for as long as possible.

Oh, and I almost forgot... Jon. I'll be happy to look after Maggie if you want. If you want her back and can promise me that you will take good care of her, then we might be able to work something out. It doesn't matter to me either way.