I can't even express how grateful I am to all my reviewers. Thank you so much for the feedback. You are why I keep doing this! I know it''s kind of depressing right now, but it will get better.

P.S. If you haven't already figured it out, I do not own Batman or the Joker. But Selene, Melissa, and other future characters belong to me. :)

When they got to Melissa's house, Selene relaxed a little. She took in the familiar smell of the cozy house. She walked over to the living room, running her hand over the couch and the plush pillows. Melissa put a fire on, and suddenly, she felt very homesick.

"You're not the only one who feels lonely."

Selene's mother came in from the kitchen with two mugs. Her face lit up and she had a slight flashback to when she was a little girl. "Hot chocolate?" Melissa smiled and handed Selene a mug.

"With extra marshmallows?" Selene brought the mug to her lips and sighed as the sweet, warm liquid went down her throat. "It hasn't changed a bit." Selene said looking around. She jumped a little as a loud crack of thunder sounded from outside. It started raining hard again and she joined her mother on the couch, snuggling up to her like she did when she was little. "It's so comforting."

"I didn't have the heart to do anything. different. Your father painted these wall himself, and it's all I have left of him." Melissa wrapped her arms around her daughter and they sat there, enjoying each others' presence. All of a sudden, Selene started crying.

"Mom, I told that cop that I loved Andrew. But, I'm not sure if I was just angry or if I really did. But now I'll never find out." Her voice broke at the end of her sentence

"Selene, what happened to him was tragic. But, he wasn't well. I've seen people like that before, and I knew as soon as I met him that it wasn't going to end well." she looked up in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"Andrew was Schizophrenic."

"What? I've been with him for four months and he never showd signs of Schizophrenia!

"Selene, I was a nurse in a psych ward for fifteen years. I know what I saw. Andrew didn't show signs of it because he was on medication."
"How do you know all of this?" Selene was standing now, hot chocolate now cold and forgotten. Melissa sighed and looked away from her.

"You're not going to like my answer."

"Mom, I have had the worst day of my life. Please, just tell me."

"Okay. I actually got him alone the first time he came over here. He told me he was seeing a therapist. He didn't say why, so I got curious. I contacted his therapist, and it turns out, she went to high school with me. We got to talking, and thing sort of slipped out. She didn't tell me much, confidentiality and all that, but she did tell me that he was sick, and he even admitted to earlier suicide attempts."

Suddenly, Selene felt very weak. She sat on the couch and put her head in her hand.

"Why wouldn't he tell me? Couldn't he trust me?" she said to no one in particular.

"Selene, I know you're upset. But Andrew didn't know how to trust you. You're lucky he was with you at all." Selene shook her head.

"I don't want to talk about this anymore. I need to go to bed." she ran upstairs and closed the door to the guestroom. Melissa sighed and brought the two mugs to the kitchen

Selene climbed into her bed in her old room and stared at the ceiling. Was what her mother said true? If it was, why would he keep it from her? Did he even care about her? he seemed so loving at the beginning of their relationship. But, in the end, that wasn't enough. As all these thoughts ran through her head, she silently cried herself to sleep.