Derek washed the dishes after April left, and slipped into his room to clean off his costume. Derek's costume, a two piece flexible suit made to fit tightly to skin and protect him from the elements, was stained with dark red blood. He quickly treated it and threw it into the washer, hoping to finish before April returned. He absentmindly touched his neck, finding his collarbone healed, and settled down on the couch to watch some TV. Reruns of Seinfeld seemed appropriate for the day, as Derek needed to give his brain a break. He spent almost five hours last night fighting off his foe from robbing the bank. Even if he was suppose to hate her, he couldn't help being impressed by her skills. He loved any woman who took control of life and didn't follow the "damsel in distress" stereotype. Maybe that is why he liked April so much. When he first signed up to become her flatmate, he thought her to be an incompetent woman with a very weird habit for being fired from jobs. Thankfully, first appearances were not everything with her. She was incredibly intelligent and set upon finding a permanent job. With her ambition, Derek didn't feel too bad putting forth the majority of rent money. She was always very headstrong and beleived that she needed to prove to herself she could et a job and keep it. The buzzing of the washer shook him free of his thoughts, and Derek left the living room to go finish the chores for the day.
