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Toga Himiko escapes Arkham Asylum on a rainy day, a piece of paper clenched tightly in her hand and blood forming a slow scarlet rivulet from the slash in her stomach. She gasps for breath, stumbling through prison wardens upon prison wardens, their eyes listless and gazing into nothing in particular, footsteps echoing through the corridors.
You should time this perfectly, the pretty girl clad in a skirt and shirt told her after pressing a piece of paper into her hands during their last appointment. The other doctors feared her, never giving her any of the blood she asked for, but Ochako-chan gave her all she wanted and more.
It's the thought of Ochako-chan that makes her hurry, rushing past the endless corridors of the Asylum until she finally, finally makes her way to the gates where Ochako-chan meets her. There's a knife clutched in her hand, looking dispassionately at the security guards slumped on the ground. Himiko has never been more in love with her.
Ochako-chan meets her eyes across the stretch of ground, her grin becoming wider and more manic as brown meets yellow. Himiko runs the remaining distance, Ochako-chan dropping her knife just in time to catch her in her arms and swing her around, both giggling madly from the adrenaline.
Himiko feels the paper slipping from her fingers, but makes no move to pick it back up—she didn't need it, now. Ochako-chan draws her into a kiss that tastes like the salt of blood. Himiko sighs, opening her mouth and letting Ochako-chan's tongue slide in. Her hand comes up to grasp the back of her head, gripping her hair tight enough to hurt. Ochako-chan only moans, and Himiko runs her tongue through the inside of her mouth, tasting the blood and sweat that lights her saviour from the inside.
Ochako-chan draws back, and catches Himiko's gaze in hers.
"Let's get out of here, shall we?" she murmurs, soft and sweet, and Himiko is more than happy to oblige.