Ollie didn't even know what to say. His past lover, a criminal, a villain, sitting across from him in a stray jacket. Honestly, it wasn't even surprising.

Ollie wasn't sure about this. You were as crazy as ever, and there were many reasons as to why you were here--The Arkham Asylum. Those crazy eyes, staring dead into his own.

"You look..." What was the word? Crazy? Horrible? He didn't know. You definitely looked different. The smeared makeup, damp hair--it all screamed you.

Ollie fell in love with the crazy look back then, and he himself was crazy over you, but sadly, you became...this.

Ollie cleared his throat and and looked at you again. He couldn't bring himself to ask you anything, say anything to you. What would he even say to begin with? How was life in the Asylum? Did you miss him? No, that would be stupid.

All Ollie could do was nervously tap at the table with his finger, while his foot idly matched the beat. Boy, was this what anniversaries were like? Reuniting with your old lover who was a criminal?