Since you met Arthur at Arkham color came back into the world. The place was filthy and sterile and depressing, utterly hopeless but you and him found light and love and art in it all. And you inspired each other...egged each other on...contributed to your shared delusions and fantasies.

In reality you two are currently in separate cells far away in dirty Arkham but you both dream of eachother...and its real.

You spin in the moonlight and starlight the sky a midnight blue above the hotel Arkham. Your dress is a pure soft white and swirls around you as you spin. A soft sweet jazz melody floats through the air as Arthur approaches. Strikingly handsome in a lush suit, his hair a bright emerald, his joker makeup crisp and luminous in the moonlight. He smiles at you adoringly and opens his hands for you, offering to waltz.