She Doesn't Even Know His Name - Blog Posts
every cloud has a silver lining ; but there’s still hope, even in the strangest of circumstances, coming from the uttermost unexpected individuals. for a moment there, all hope seemingly dimmed into nothingness, overshadowed by the fear of not attaining her goal. it was, after all, beyond barbie’s subjectiveness since all barbielanders’ lives could be at stake. as soon as he responded, relief comes washing over her, a burden no longer weighing on her shoulders – and she finally exhales the air that was chocking her just a few moments ago. he was also so kind to have noticed she was a doll! therefore, the chain reaction of sheer kindness pulls at the rims of her rosy lips, her smile growing wider in return.
❝ oh, wow, thank you! that’s seriously amazing of you to help me out, i really appreciate it! ❞ ceruleans flickered to look at him properly – after all, he was the savior she needed in this time of crisis. and she notices the eccentric makeup upon his visage in a quick but meticulous scan. the bright smile stayed still, as if engraved on her own countenance ; what a time to be a plastic doll, right? barbie shifts her position to stay beside him – a showcase of equality and amity intertwined. ❝ i love your makeup, by the way! you know, when i was still studying to become an actress in the theater, i used to go beyond the lines i’ve been given. kinda like your makeup. it was bold, but it got me the role. are you also a performer? maybe we can play together sometime. ❞
innocence envelops her body and it leaves with the words she has spoken. despite hearing stories, this barbie doesn’t know much about the real world. sure, she has learnt scripts by heart and she poured out emotions she doesn’t naturally feel – and all for the cameras. despite her notoriety, barbie was only a doll. she was manufactured to be kind and friendly and definitely not aware by the reality. she was made to give little girls hope – and to be played by little girls. her knowledge didn’t expand much further than what a kid knows. there was kindness and recklessness and happiness and also politeness. cue the alarm that rings in her mind, and she’s quick to follow up, ❝ i’m sorry, i completely forgot about introductions. i’m barbie! and you are? ❞
He didn't believe in coincidences.
The thought sent him back to one of his recent bank heists. A very busy day, lots of customers. The whole operation went smoothly, none of the hostages acting foolishly brave, nothing remarkable. Except one thing. The girl looking at him with those enormously big blue eyes. She didn't look scared of him like most kids would. Her gaze was full of sheer curiosity that was impossible to miss in the whimpering crowd. He stopped right in front of the girl crouching a little to her level making her mother scream and pull her daughter closer to her chest. The little girl, though, gave him her most charming smile, a smile that was missing a baby tooth, but pretty nonetheless, and lifted her arms to give him her most prized possession - a Barbie doll.
He mouthed "For me?" and solemnly accepted the gift, throwing the doll in his blue duffel bag on top of the money bills and a couple of guns. In return, he fished a shabby-looking potato peeler out of his pocket and slapped it into the girls tiny hands. "For potatoes." He whispered conspiratorially, making all witnesses watching silently hold their breath. "And skin."
The doll would sit on his desk among various objects cluttering his workspace -- a collection of knives, a map of Gotham, a couple of burner phones, blueprints, duct tape, latest issues of The Gotham Times, a Mehron makeup kit, a bunch of crayons, piles of newspaper and magazine cutouts. He didn't pay much attention to the doll. Sometimes the toy would be tossed aside or fall on the dirty floor during the chaotic energy of his work in progress but life was never meant to be easy even for a doll, now was it?
The moment when he turned around and saw her made him blink. It couldn't be. He couldn't be imagining this. Even her clothes looked similar. He didn't believe in coincidences. He only believed in chaos. He also believed in Gotham. And she provided.
"Well, hello there, beautiful." He gives her his most amiable smile flashing the yellowed teeth. 'The sir' knew every corner of this city like a back of his own hand and he needed to act fast. "This is your lucky day, doll, because I'm headed there myself. Would ya care to join me?"