Still don't own Black Cat. Nothing has changed since last time...

Chapter 2

You should have killed him.

In a park full of people, yeah right.

He saw your face. You should know that's a no no.

It's Monday. Don't I normally hear you around Thursday?

Yes, but for a moment, you wanted me to take over. Then she ruined everything.

"Waffles?"

"Huh? What?" I muttered when Robin broke my one sided conversation.

"Can I get waffles?" She repeated with a hopeful smile that could melt ice.

Too bad it was wasted on me.

"Sure whatever. Find someplace you want to eat." I think I answered, but I wasn't completely sure.

At times like this, I can never be sure who's talking: me or her. Normally I can tell the difference because she's usually rude and sarcastic, but at the moment I'm irritated. I'm not irritated at Robin. I could never be irritated at her, but I am irritated that the man from the park knows our names. Especially since an annoying part of my brain won't let that fact rest.

Don't you love it when our personalities mix?

No. In case you forgot, you're part of me. It doesn't work both ways.

That's not fair. I listen to you when you have things to say. I even took the child with us instead of leaving her with that guy who knows both of your names by the way. No one cares about Robin, but he knows who you are!

Would it make you happy if we found and killed him? Then would you shut up! There's no solid evidence of us anywhere. He has no way of tracking us.

"Let's stop here!" Robin exclaimed with so much enthusiasm that for a brief second I forced myself to tune out that annoying voice in my head. Then it started again.

I don't know how, but I forced a smile as Robin led me inside and into a booth. I had a chatterbox kid in front of me and an angry chatterbox voice in my head still complaining over the man with the hat. At least one of the chatterboxes would be gone as soon as I took my medicine. No, I have to last until at least Thursday. If I can make it until Thursday then maybe I can keep my sanity a little while longer.

I closed my eyes and leaned back into the leather seat. I needed coffee desperately because fatique was starting to catch up with me. Mondays are supposed to be my happy days. Mondays aren't supposed to be the days I feel like the walking dead no matter how much I hide it. Mondays are supposed to be the days when I'm somewhat normal. The days when I can laugh and smile with Robin like I planned the day we left. Like we use to before I became a monster. Correction, a bigger monster.

"Coffee. Leave the pot when you bring it and an order of waffles for the kid." I muttered when the waitress stopped at the table.

"Can I get one of the sweet cakes too while we wait on the waffles?"

"It's your teeth." I replied not bothering to hide the fact that at the moment, I didn't care what anyone did.

Normally I would tell her no because I really do care about her health, but she understands I think. Sometimes I'm not the woman she ran away. That doesn't mean she doesn't take advantages of moments like this. She just won't get dessert again for awhile once Thursday comes.

I'm pretty sure the waitress walked away in shock. It's not often a customer knows every move anyone makes without opening her eyes. Like right now, Robin is drawing on a napkin, and the waitress is pouring the first cup of coffee. I can hear the pen scratching away in front of me, and if the pouring that I hear from a distance isn't my coffee, there is going to be a problem.

What do you think you're doing?

Trying to tune you out, but it's not working.

Why are you trying to sleep in a public place like this? Have you forgotten you're wanted?

Perhaps because of your constant chattering, I haven't been able to sleep in days.

Really? I thought it was the nightmares.

"Here's your coffee and cake ma'am. The waffles will be ready in a few minutes." The waitress commented cheerfully.

I waited until she was gone before I opened my eyes again. My head was pounding, and even through the shades, the light was making it worse. I was thankful that Robin was completely absorbed in her food which would give me a few moments of peace. It's not that I don't like the kid, but on days like this, she would be better off back where we came. That's a lie. Anywhere is better than where we came.

I tried to lift the mug, but my hands were shaking. Not enough to be noticeable by anyone but me, but still enough to cause the hot liquid to be dangerously close to my skin. Obviously a sign of sleep deprivation and anxiety. If a lack of rest was keeping me from my coffee, then something had to be done. On the other hand, I do drink coffee to stay awake during times like this so I guess I'll just have to be careful.

I was just about to take the first wonderful sip when the door opened, and as luck would have it, hat man walked in with that kid. He really picked the wrong time to mess with me if he came to start trouble. Nothing short of a natural disaster is keeping me from my coffee.

Looks like you were followed.

I suppose it does.

You gave him fair warning, so its allright to kill him this time right?

If he causes trouble then yes.

Finally I get a chance to play!