Reservoir Dogs: Free Agent Orange by nigeltde

[nigeltde]

Title: Free Agent Orange
Author: nigeltde
Fandom: Reservoir Dogs
Pairing: Orange/White
Rating: R
Summary: A short history of Freddy Newendyke.
Disclaimer: Never ever happened.
Author's notes: Cheers to veronamay for the beta.




This is Freddy Newendyke's most amusing anecdote:

He does security work after classes during college, like a campus cop, you know? Classes during the day, working at night, never any time for anything. Especially fucking, which is particularly fucking galling because all week there've been reports of couples, or maybe just one couple, having sex all over campus at night. Some said it was a dare thing, but Freddy suspects it's just that kinky public shit. So anyway, one night he and this other kid Patty the Fatty--real name's Patrick but he's seriously the skinniest fucker you've ever seen, so--are the only ones around when the call comes in, report of a Lewd Public Disturbance down by the library.

Now Patty the Fatty and him have been squashed into their little booth/office thing for the past two hours, watching Starsky and Hutch reruns, high as kites, and one of them, he can't even remember whose idea it was, gets the idea that it'd be hilarious to go all covert ops and shit. So they grab their huge flashlights and hut! hut! hut! each other out the door and down to the library. They follow the sounds of moans and figure out that the couple's in a dark little open-ended alleyway between two buildings. Patty starts giving Freddy these bizarre fucking handsignals, they make Freddy almost piss himself, but eventually he realises that Patty wants him to go around to the other side of the alley. Freddy goes but it takes him ages, he keeps bumping into shit and when he hears Patty yell go go go go GO! he shouts out too and runs forward, except he's trying to pull out his fucking flashlight and turn it on and he trips and falls into the corner of the building and breaks his goddamn nose.

So anyway, he gets there late and it turns out the chick is Patty the Fatty's girlfriend fucking her history prof, so Patty cracked her skull with his nightstick and then hung himself in jail. And there's a funny fucking story that happened to Freddy Newendyke.

Once he told it and even though he fucked it up, forgot to say that it was when he was at college, there was a sizeable group collected around his table and some hot girls who laughed and then looked suitably shocked and sympathetic and for a while he really thought he was going to get laid that evening. It was a good feeling, while it lasted.

Listen, you gotta face it: Freddy Newendyke is a bit of a loser.

----

After Freddy told the commode story he and White stayed at the bar, shot the shit for like three hours straight and even if he hadn't wanted to he couldn't have helped learning a bit about the guy. He went way back with Cabot, that was for sure, but he wasn't old school in the same way Cabot was. He was a Brewers fan. He was self-conscious about his thinning hair. He liked expensive booze, had a thing for blondes. Was good with his hands, had thick, blunt, surprisingly deft fingers.

His laugh was just as surprising, easy and full-throated, mouth stretching wide to crinkle up his eyes. With Joe and Eddie gone Freddy could almost relax and at some point in the evening he realised that he'd stopped concentrating on memorising shit and started concentrating on getting the guy to laugh some more. He spent half an hour trying to teach him the Zippo trick he'd practised to death in high school, simple when you've got the hang of it but impossibly cool. White was a quarter to wasted and Freddy was at least two beers beyond what he'd tell Holdaway later and every time White warned, "Kid, you'd best quit that fucking giggling," and his theif's hands fumbled the lighter again, it was pretty much the funniest thing, ever.

So yeah, maybe Holdaway wouldn't have approved, but that was what he was supposed to do, right? Become one with the character. Get in with the bad guys. Christ, you can't blame a guy for doing his fucking job.

----

Freddy has a family, a mother who was spouse-raped for five years before she packed a bag for Albuquerque and a father with fists the size of catcher's mitts. He learned to read before most of the others in his class. It set him apart early so he just kind of fell into being a loner, and some habits are hard to shake, you know? When his instincts of self-preservation finally kicked in he took up boxing, not that it helped. The only other kid from his school that went still ignored him, and it did sweet fuck all for his body until he hit fourteen, too late to start making friends.

Comics and TV were pretty good to him though, Marvel and M*A*S*H and Baretta, who was pretty much the coolest motherfucker in the entire universe. He washed dishes at a smelly diner for two bucks an hour when he was twelve, burning for money to buy his own Fred the Cockatoo until he found out exactly how expensive they were. He settled for Fred the Parakeet, who was almost pure white anyway, and spent three careful weeks teaching it to hop onto his finger and shoulder. Fred was going to be the first parakeet in the world to lean how to say supercool, but then one day he came home from school and found birdshit all over the den and a busted empty cage in the backyard, and that was the end of that.

Mandy Stephenson was his girlfriend in sophomore year. She had a droopy eyelid and hefty C cups and she loved him but he had to break it off. She was waiting for marriage and he couldn't take her home, not with his dad around, and he just couldn't really think of anything to do with her. There were only so many movies you could see, bowling alleys you could be bored shitless in. It was okay, though. He didn't really like her that much.

In his junior year he fucked the girl that Thomas Spence had his eye on. Spence was a senior who wore black jeans and leather jackets and listened to Black Flag, and when he found out he beat the shit out of Freddy, but not before Freddy had gotten in a few good punches of his own, learned what an equal match might feel like. Most people had the swagger, Freddy realised after that, but not the ability to back it up. Freddy was the other way around, and it was best to have both, so from then on he borrowed Spence's swagger whenever he needed it--ie., whenever he wanted to score, so pretty often.

College, well. College was just college. Better than high school, worse than the Academy; mostly just a waste of money. When he realised that he preferred his job to his degree he ditched them both and decided to become a real cop. He never really made any friends in those years but he did realise he was good at being friendly, excellent at saying what people wanted to hear and getting the fuck out. He was expert in sincere remoteness. He went for gold in the Acquaintance Olympics. Freddy is that guy in your class who you saw every day but six months later can't pick out of a line-up; the cop who looks like he knows you and exactly what you're about when he pulls you over, and you've got no fucking clue why.

Anyway, someone somewhere eventually noticed and told someone else and that someone told Holdaway to call him in. There were tons of guys in undercover, though, so who the fuck knows why they had to pull in Freddy. Maybe he just looked like a thief. Maybe they could smell it, the stench of, hey, I am empty enough inside to be able to pretend to be other people for money.

Maybe it was just fucking destiny.

----

Orange has a family too but they are theoretical. Orange came from no-one and he was going nowhere. He was just entirely, pristinely, himself. If people didn't think about him he literally ceased to exist. It's kind of a nice idea, if you think about it, and Freddy got used to becoming Orange for a living pretty rapidly.

He never would have told Holdaway but sometimes, when he forgot himself, it was even fun being Orange. Joe, White and Pink were crack-ups and Blue had endless fucked-up stories, the kind that made your mouth drop and your guts squirm in delicious horror. Once Joe had told them their jobs it was mostly just sitting around waiting for the day of the shipment. They'd conference at the funeral place, do their stakeout shifts and after hours, they'd go to the bar and drink, and it almost felt like what he would have had at the station if he wasn't so, well, Freddy. There was also this point after three beers when he stopped thinking about hiding the secret, which meant that there was no secret, which meant that he was just Orange and didn't have to give a shit anymore. Plus, Orange could make friends, Orange was great at making friends, and after that first night he and White pretty much became buddies, started to seek each other out. Pink called them faggots a couple of times but Pink called everyone a faggot.

Sometimes he wondered, though. White looked at him a lot, the kind of steady gaze that you can't help feeling, that would make the hair on the back of anyone's neck rise, make anyone hyper-aware of casual pats and slung arms. Or sometimes they'd all be sitting around and he'd suddenly realise he had an elbow braced on White's chair and White didn't even notice, like maybe personal space didn't even matter anymore. What happened was that occasionally when White looked at him, it felt like there was no point in being Freddy at all; and if it wasn't so exhilarating, that would be one scary fucking prospect.

----

Once in Vegas (don't even ask. What a mistake. Fucking sinkhole of a city) Freddy had looked down an alley and seen two men. The one on his knees also had a hand down his pants and he grunted with every quick bob of his head. The one pressed against the wall was looking down and muttering to himself, and Freddy, drunk and high, was both of them at once, heavy cock in his mouth, hips jacking forward, tense and shuddering. When the wall guy threw his head back, stared at Freddy without even seeing him, Freddy stuck his hands in his pockets and drew his coat around to cover himself. He spat on the sidewalk and walked back to the car.

When he was ten Freddy and The Other Quiet Kid make an unspoken decision to give each other's company a shot, make their outsider status work for them. Adam had glasses way too big for his face and looked pretty much like the bugs he kept in the jar under his desk. Freddy gave him a dead caterpillar at recess and after school they went over to Adam's. They rubbished DC together and then they practised their kissing technique for like an hour. Freddy thought it was time well-spent but Adam wasn't allowed to see him anymore after that.

He fucked a stripper that night in Vegas, one with plastic tits so huge they stretched her nipples into little smilies, but you must have figured it out by now: Freddy Newendyke is kind of a faggot.

----

This one time, maybe a week after they first met, when it all looked like it might be coming together, they continued the night back at White's. He had bottle of Woodford Reserve stashed away.

"I've just got this feeling," said White, splashing considerably more than double into each of their glasses. He spoke slower when drunk, and his voice deepened. It sounded like the bourbon tasted. "I don't want you to get paranoid, Christ, that's the last fucking thing. Stay cool. I'm an old man, who the fuck knows."

"What?" Freddy asked. White was silent a long time, heavy thought in the creases of his forehead, flicking glances at Freddy that made his palms sweat, made his casual voice die in his lungs. "What, old man? Jackass, you can't leave me hanging like that."

"I've just got this feeling," White said again, and slouched back in his chair. Freddy stared at the mostly empty glass in his hand and thought, Jesus Christ, how many now? Get your fucking head examined. "Look, don't tell anyone. But Mr Blonde, I don't know what the fuck his deal is. I get bad vibes."

Freddy's hand shook in relief and he had to take a sip to cover the clink of ice. "Vibes? What kinda vibes? You mean like cop vibes? Nah, he's so spaced out he's practically comatose."

White shrugged. "Good cover," he said, and Freddy supposed he was right.

"Christ. Fucking cops. A fucking traffic cop once pulled my sister out of her car in the middle of the four-oh-five, beat the shit out of her for a fucking parking ticket."

"Jesus." White shook his head. "What a fucking society we live in."

"Amen." He clinked his glass on White's, paused a second. "Of course, my sister is an aggravating fucking bitch," he said, and he grinned into his glass, drained it, watched White startle into laughter as the warmth of the bourbon glowed in his throat, kindled in his stomach. He got up and pulled the bottle from White's hand, sloshed himself another double. It didn't really feel like what he wanted, though; neither did a cigarette, he discovered after tapping one from the packet, so he stared at it for a bit, until White stood up too. He was breathtakingly close.

"Hey," Freddy said, barely recognising his own voice. White just looked at him, at him, like he'd been doing for the past week, like somehow he knew Freddy and there was no lying going on here at all. Freddy was frozen, petrified, until suddenly White plucked away the cigarette with one hand and slipped the other under Freddy's jacket, pressed it to his chest, thumb on sternum, burning through the thin cotton, no smile crinkling his dark eyes now.

Whoa, thought Freddy, and gasped, felt his guts jump about a foot backwards. But he let White step even closer anyway, let him push the shoulder of Freddy's jacket halfway down his back so he pretty much had to wriggle out of it, had to move his arms and then he had to put them somewhere too so he ran them up White's back, kneaded the muscle, tugged at his undershirt. Jesus, this is too much, as White backed him up against the wall and kissed him, hard and pornographic, and Freddy's hand was working at his belt, White's belt, his belt, he couldn't make up his fucking mind because everywhere that White touched felt like fire, fuck, like something alive. Too far, way too fucking far, screaming through his head but then White dropped to his knees and nothing in hell could have given Freddy the strength to put a halt to that.

Freddy was a free agent, but you have to understand: sometimes he only really felt like he existed around one person, and that person was, against all odds, really, really good at giving blowjobs.

----

It's easier being a crook, Pink said once, right at the beginning. The bad guys wear uniforms, and it was all Freddy could do not to snigger. The very next day Joe told them, black fuckin' pants, ties, jackets, white shirts, yes you gotta wear the fuckin' tie. Pretend you're goin' to your momma's funeral, and suddenly Freddy had to go shopping for a tie and jacket; White too, so they went together, and it turned out that White knew every fucking thing there was to know about tailors and suits and seams and fabrics and tie knots and sweet Jesus, it would have been the most boring afternoon in the entire fucking universe if White hadn't kept shrugging himself in and out of broad-shouldered jackets, hadn't kept turning to Freddy and asking his opinion.

The whole thing showed that Joe and Holdaway agreed on one point, at least: that the clothes really do make the man. After he got the assignment and the requisite lecture Freddy went straight out and bought a leather jacket from a thrift shop, soft and black. He threw it on with a white wifebeater and a pair of blue jeans and tried out a Tommy Spence swagger. He felt naked with the leather on his bare arms; dangerous. Fucking Baretta. Fucking supercool.

Other things Holdaway said were, don't ever feel like you're invincible because what you are is a goddamn snail on the expressway and if you don't keep checking what's coming you're gonna be flatter than a fucking eight-year-old girl, and one day there's gonna be some girlfriend or something and you're gonna want to fuck her like crazy and your cock's gonna be singing and dancing all over the place and what you must do is never, ever, ever and he clipped Freddy on the head each time, EVER fuck her.

Freddy never wrote these pearls of wisdom down, for obvious reasons. I mean, Jesus, you think he's some kind of fucking moron?

----

So it turned out that Freddy loved taking it up the ass, that it made him moan like a whore, frantic like a back-alley fuck. It also turned out that White loved giving it.

They were totally fucking meant for each other.

----

Joe kept a pretty close eye on his guys, and when he couldn't, he liked them to keep a pretty close eye on each other. He and White usually took care of that for each other, even in the first week, so there hadn't been much time for going through the Wisconsin books, time when he was three thousand percent sure that no-one was watching where he went. Even then he made excuses. A couple times though he couldn't avoid it so he'd spend a few hours at the station, drinking shitty coffee, flipping pages, lingering, dreading, leaving half an hour before Holdaway was due in.

He started planning; he couldn't help it. He'd grab White before the getaway and tell everyone that they needed a decoy car. They'd get out of the state without even a single diamond weighing them down. Or he and White would sidle out a back entrance at the rendez-vous. Or he'd convince White to turn state's evidence and they'd get a WPP life somewhere. Or he'd pull out the chloroform in the morning, before they even left for the fucking job, and by the time White came to they'd be in fucking Vancouver or Honolulu or something. No-one would get hurt, except maybe he'd take a non-fatal bullet for White, prove his loyalty.

Ridiculous, right? Fucking deranged. But his mind turned it over anyway. Jesus fuck, there's what you think, and what you feel, and pity the fucker who has to choose between the two, even when he's pretending he doesn't need to. Even when he can already feel the regret gathering, thundering, getting ready to roll on into town.

----

"Enough of this shit," said White, late one night, and pulled him up by his hair. "You've got my cock in your mouth, I'm not gonna call you by some fucking codename. Orange, White, Pink, shit. I feel like I'm on fucking Sesame Street."

"Ah, I really don't think names are a good idea," Freddy said, and wiped his mouth, glad of the dark. "Don't tell me yours. I'm not gonna tell you mine."

"If it's Joe you're worried about, don't. I can take care of Joe."

"Hey, come on. I'm the new guy. The last thing I want to do is get on his bad side, gimme a break."

"All right, all right, Christ, Mr Fucking Burnt Sienna. Listen, after--"

"I don't want to think about afterwards," Freddy said and rolled onto his back, stared hard at the ceiling, wished it was clear so he could see straight though to the sky, the endless stars. He couldn't raise his voice above a murmur. "Shut up, you're gonna fucking jinx it."

"Fuck you. You're coming to Mexico with me whether you like it or not. If you don't I'll end up killing myself out of sheer boredom."

"Mexico?" White's hand was under his head, still cupping his skull, massaging his scalp. One of Freddy's favourite things was when White put his hand on Freddy's head during a blowjob, like some kind of bizarre blessing, heavy and constant, controlled and controlling. Freddy fucking loved that.

"Yeah, Mexico."

"What happened to Hawaii?"

"You wanna go to Hawaii?" White sounded surprised and Freddy realised that he'd never actually voiced that thought aloud. There were too many thoughts to keep track of, that was the problem. It was exhausting.

"Who doesn't wanna go to Hawaii?"

"Hawaii's still a state, moron," White said, but there was a smile in his voice. "We can't go to Hawaii after the job. We'll get picked up. It has to be Mexico. I've planned it."

"Maybe another time, then," Freddy said, and wanted to vomit.

"Yeah," said White, into the darkness. "Well, whatever. Go to sleep. We've got work tomorrow."

----

And there's a funny fucking story that happened to Freddy Newendyke.



The end.

Comments

[heartofslash.livejournal.com]

*kathunk*

God, that was great. I didn't think I'd ever like anything Reservoir after seeing the original (City on Fire - Chow Yun-Fat is the baddest baddass who ever lived on this earth) but now I wanna see the movie again and think about Freddie and white and hard fucking and Mexico and suits and Baretta and moaning like a whore... thank you. You nailed them both.

[nigeltde]

hey, thanks for giving it a chance! I'm so happy to hear that it might enhance the viewing experience for you :-D

[izzybeth.livejournal.com]

fucking gorgeous and brilliant and the DETAILS and i sort of love you. i hope that's ok.

[nigeltde]

ok factor 100%. Glad you enjoyed it!

[duckgirlie.livejournal.com]

Wow. Resevoir Dogs slash. I think I love you.

[nigeltde]

I'm certainly not the first, and I hope I'm not the last! veronamay's written some great stuff, and check out resdog_fic and orange_white :-)

Thanks for commenting!

[hlglne.livejournal.com]

heartofslash rose from the dead practically to rec this, and I can see why. Damn good.

[heartofslash.livejournal.com]

Rumours of my demise are greatly exaggerated. Clearly I'm not dead. I'm just mostly dead.

As any good slasher knows, the first stage of recovery from mostly-death is the resumption of slash-reading activities. The piece above is excellent for its rejuvenating powers. I'm so glad someone came over to read it - work like this should be read and enjoyed by many many many people!

[speccygeekgrrl.livejournal.com]

....oh, wow.

This was simply perfect. ♥ A little heartbreaking, but so perfect.

[nigeltde]

Those two don't know how to do anything but break our hearts. Bastards. Thanks for reading!

[sad-soliloquy.livejournal.com]

good god. thank you. i had one awful awful day. but this .. was fucking worth every shittiest minutes of it.

thanks, really

[nigeltde]

dude, thank you. I'm so glad to hear that it helped redeem your day somewhat for you! I hope you have a better one tomorrow :-)

[maddiec24.livejournal.com]

I'm here by way of heartofslash. This is my first Reservoir Dogs story *ever*. And it's excellent! Orange and White are my favorite characters, and this story is just so *right*.

[nigeltde]

I'm so glad you enjoyed it! First times are precious *g* I pointed duckgirlie to some other RD fic in a comment above, if you're after some more :-)

[yogurtrifle.livejournal.com]

Oh my GOD that was GREAT. Please tell me you write more. Please. That was wonderful.

[nigeltde]

Wow, thank you, I'm glad you liked it! Unfortunately I haven't posted any more Reservoir Dogs fic, just House and lotrips.

[sushis.livejournal.com]

I loved that! I remember thinking that that movie was a tragic lovestory between those two, what with White being so sure that Orange wasn't the rat, and White's anguish at being betrayed, but no one else seemed to have noticed...Thank you!

Hope you don't mind if I rec this on my journal.

[nigeltde]

How could I object? Thank you! Every time I watch it White's surety that Orange isn't a cop breaks my heart. Total tragic love story, you're completely right.

[navigatorsghost.livejournal.com]

*blinks* Now, see, this is what I love in fanfic. When I feel like the author has actually shown me something about the characters that was there all along but that the canon didn't have room for or forgot to mention. This feels so very real.

Love it.

[nigeltde]

Oh, thank you! Working out Freddy's backstory was fun if tricky so I'm very glad you hear that you feel it fits with canon.

Carte blast

[ecce-homosexual.livejournal.com]

This is great, like a mature blast beat, or a fine Cuban blast beat.

Re: Carte blast

[nigeltde]

Finely Roasted For Her Pleasure, but only in the ironic sense.

Thanks though :-)

[thegeekgene.livejournal.com]

I've read this about six times, but am a terminal lurker. So, after stalling for a decade, I'd just like to say that this kicked me in the stomach and broke my heart then ran away with my soul. In a really, really good way. And now I want to go lay down in the rain, but it's not raining. So I'll just shut up and go away, now.

[nigeltde]

While I am intimately acquainted with and understand the lurker impulse, I'm so glad you delurked, because your fb is overwhelming, really, it's really, really lovely. :-)

[gorgon-mythos.livejournal.com]

Shamelessly love Orange/White, and this fic is entertaining and a great read. I cannot help but giggle and reread the line All right, all right, Christ, Mr Fucking Burnt Sienna. hee!

Thank you for writing!

[nigeltde]

Hey, I'm glad you like it! Thanks!

[alienchrist.livejournal.com]

i've never even seen Resevoir Dogs but this was rec'd by a friend and i loved it. thumbs up.

[nigeltde]

That's wonderful to hear! I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for commenting :-)

[ninamalfoy]

Perfect, and it weaves into the movie's canon so wonderfully. Aw. Just the right kind of backstory for the movie where you don't go 'huh' but where you go 'yes, that's it', because, otherwise, how much more perfectly could you get into Freddy Newendyke's head? :-)

Recced this also on my LJ, hope you don't mind.

[nigeltde]

oh, I'm delighted! You've gotten my day of to a wonderful start, thank you :-) I'm so happy that you thought it was a fitting backstory for Freddy.

[box-dweller.livejournal.com]

Loved it, and also it's reminded me of a fic I wrote about a year ago!
Might post that now, it's nowhere near as good as this though.

[nigeltde]

oh, post, post, post!

Glad you liked this one--if it prompts more res dogs fic then it's done its job!

[gribouille.livejournal.com]

... *brain explodes* I just LOVE this story !! Wow I can't find anything else to say.... just... wow !

[nigeltde]

Nothing more need be said! Thanks for commenting :-D

[dreadypoi.livejournal.com]

Wow, so I just watched Reservoir Dogs for the first time last night, and this fic tremendously WHOMPed me. I think I'm going to incorporate this into my personal canon for RD; you've perfectly captured Freddy's dorky charisma, the sort of charm propelled by hurt & insecurity. And the interaction between Orange and White segues from hot to sad to hot to sad so fast it gave me whiplash, and it makes me ache for what might have been.

[nigeltde]

I'm really happy to hear this Freddy gels with your Freddy; I really wanted to flesh out that Freddy in the movie that White, this hardened old timer, would lay down his life for. So thank you very much for your comments! :-)))

[argyleheir.livejournal.com]

This is fantastic! You really nailed the voices -- I love that Freddie finds himself filling the role of Orange so effortlessly, and also that White's been doing a bit of planning of his own. Thanks for the great read.

[nigeltde]

Thanks so much! I'm really glad to hear the voices rang true to you :-)

[dragged-up.livejournal.com]

Finally getting off my arse to comment on this - I'm a huge lurker, but I feel I must say SOMETHING because this is, quite frankly, one of the best things I've ever read. It fits perfectly into the slashy interpretation of the film, and I love how you fleshed them out and the narrative voice and oh god, the ending is just utterly shattering. Magnificent and heartbreaking.

So yes. WELL DONE. *thumbs up*

[nigeltde]

Oh wow, thanks for such stunning fb! You've made my day! I'm so glad you enjoyed it!

[shadowpoet89.livejournal.com]

Well holy shit, that was fucking brilliant. Honestly, its left me kind of speechless.

[nigeltde]

Hey, thanks! That's lovely :-)

[lo0o0ony-lauren.livejournal.com]

Well, fuck. Stumbled across this while lurking about in someone else's memories (don't ask, I can't explain), and I just, oh good god, I'm incoherent. It was amazing, the whole thing - funny and hot and beautiful and sad, so so well characterised and, more than anything, it just made my heart hurt.

relkrnylkrknr. Might try coming back at not-almost-midnight and leaving you a comment that makes more sense, but we'll see.

To summarise, though: YES.

[nigeltde]

Incoherence must be catching! I can't thank you enough for this lovely comment!

[angel-guerrera.livejournal.com]

I'm really glad you received all those reviews, you deserve them!!

What can I said after that? In all sincerity, I do agree with all of them.

Such a wonderful work, excellent written, excellent portrayals, I loved your style (Writing with style!)

Works like yours give us a whole new concept about fanfiction.

[nigeltde]

Thank you so much for taking the time to give such wonderful feedback! You made my night!

[xxtaintedtayxx.livejournal.com]

This is likely the most in character, canonically accurate, and purely iconic Orange/White story I think I've ever read. You nailed every aspect of the relationship, even solidifying some facts about his past that really added to his character that we saw in the movie. The writing was perfect, the characters executed flawlessly, and you deserve some Joker-esque applause for this. Seriously. Hopefully maybe you'll come back and do some more? Overall, I loved this just so much and you receive the award for most epic person. <333

[nigeltde]

Hey, thank you very much! I am really glad to hear you liked it and that it worked well with canon for you. Thank you!

[bionic.livejournal.com]

oh my god.... that was absolutely amazing. I uhhhh...errrr..... YEAH. I have no words for how fucking glorious that was.

[nigeltde]

thank you! I'm so glad to hear you liked it.