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"Fine, Go," he stated apathetically,"perhaps now I can get some sleep." Joker climbed back in bed in the abandoned apartment that he and Harley had broken into the night before. Just as he lay his head down he heard things being thrown and broken in the next room. "Oh damn," he muttered to himself, it sounded like Harley was leaving again. The last time she had left she had claimed it was for good and went on a crime spree with Pamela Isley better known as Poison Ivy. Unfortunately it took quite a bit of convincing to get her back and in that time he discovered how much he had come to rely on her, whether he is willing to admit it or not. "H

 "Leo, breathe, it's okay," I spoke softly to Leo attempting to comfort him. "There is a reason these dreams feel so real..." I took a breath, trying to organize my thoughts so I could explain this in a way that made sense. "This dream you told me about where you see yourself in organization XIII......its real....those aren't dreams, they're whats called repressed memories," I looked up at Leo's face awaiting his predictable panicked reaction.