"You can what?" The Warden sat on the edge of his bed, one hand on his head.

"Um... Erase memories?"

He shook his head, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "That's wonderful! Is that it? Or is it all you tried?"

I considered it. "It's... All I tried. Do you have something else in mind?"

He nodded and patted the place next to him. I went to him and sat down, watching his face while he took both my hands and laced our fingers together. "Ya know," he said. "I've always wondered what it was like to be someone else."

"You want to switch bodies?"

He shrugged. "Maybe not entirely, but... You know. Just a little?"

I rolled my eyes. "Alright, I'll try. Come here." I tugged my hands free and shifted, pulling him closer and moving to sit on his lap, arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around my waist while I carefully removed his hat and glasses.

The Warden looked up at me, completely trusting. It hit me then how easy it would be to just... Tear him apart. I laid a hand on his cheek and he nuzzled his face against my touch with a happy coo. I brought my other hand up, then laid my forehead against his, closing my eyes in concentration. I focused on him, on where our bodies pressed together, and then I could feel him, how his heart beat, how his mind worked, how his shattered soul drifted through him...

I shook off his thoughts and needs, firmly reminding myself that they weren't actually mine. Gently, I wrapped myself around his being and nudged him out of his own body and into mine. It wouldn't work all the way. Part of me refused to let go of my body, and part of him refused to let go of his. But for the most part... We were each other. I relaxed the shields I'd put up and just... Let it be.

A raging pain ripped through me, but it was quickly smothered by an onslaught of rainbows and flashing lights. Memories flickered across my thoughts, memories I'd never gone through but that were, at the same time, mine. Harsh words, stinging slaps, lashed on my legs, a puppy, killed quickly to save it pain, criminals I was forced to hang, a cold cell, a mother's grave. The memories were cold and I recoiled from them, tucking them away like always, moving towards the warmer memories, of Superjail, it's construction, it's completion, it's beauty, the chaos that reigned there, the prisoners that kept me from being alone... And her. (Y/N). (Y/N), dancing when she thought no one was looking, frolicking through flowers, ripping people apart, wringing blood from her hair, smiling, laughing, and just being.

I got lost in the memories of my life... My life? Was it... My life? Of course it was. Whose else would it be?

-The Warden's (?) P.O.V.-
Everything was so ordered here that for a moment I considered smashing it into disarray. Everything was separated into dark or light. Good or bad. Curious, I touched the bad memories first, but the raw fear and rage and agony made me recoil, whimpering. I fled to the other side, slamming through her thoughts into a whirl of memories.

I remember when I was little and Daddy would make pancakes in the morning. I would wake up and go downstairs and he'd smile at me, the smell of pancake filling the air. Mommy always loved it when I brought her flowers so sometimes I got a whole bunch to make her smile, because Mommy has the prettiest smile in the world.

No... No, I don't have a Mommy. Daddy... Father never cared, I was never good enough... But, he made pancakes? He loved me... Yes, and Mommy liked the purple flowers the best.

The Barbie dolls were always so easy to tear apart, not nearly fun enough. At least I could built them a jail out of Legos. They shall never escape! Haha!

Committing crimes was so fun. I almost miss it. I don't regret it though. Superjail is my home. The Warden is here... He's so perfect, so warm and sweet, so much like me. Forgive me for the Wuthering Hights quote, but whatever his soul is made of, mine is made of it too. I can't imagine being away from him now, he is me in the purest sense of the word.

... Is that right? Is he... Am I? Am I the Warden? Am I (Y/N)? I don't... I am... We are... Who are we?

-Your P.O.V.-
Something crackled like static along my awareness and a bolt of understanding ripped through me. I am (Y/N). I threw up my guard, keeping out the Warden's thoughts and memories enough to remember who I was. I could feel my head starting to ache from the effort of keeping our spirits separated from our bodies as I gently began to ease him back into his self. He fought for a moment, no doubt thinking he was me, but I wrapped myself around him once more and carefully tucked him back where he was meant to be before slipping back to my own body, weary to my bones.

Groaning, I let him go and backed off of his lap, laying down on the bed and covering my eyes with an arm. "My head..." I peeked out at the Warden. He was still sitting in the same place, staring blankly up. "Warden?"

He blinked and looked at me. "... I never did read Wuthering Heights."

My face flushed bright pink and I rolled onto my stomach, burying my face in my arms. "I forgot about thinking that..."

The bed shifted and I grumbled quietly as he settled down half on top of me and grabbed my hand. "That was exhausting," he mumbled, just loud enough to hear, and I grunted in agreement.

I closed my eyes and the darkness of sleep pressed in on me. Just before I was gone, I heard him murmur, "You're my everything, too..." I barely had the energy to squeeze his hand before passing out.