(Mel's P.O.V.)

I rolled over in my bed, burying myself further into my nice, warm comforter. Wait, my blanket isn't anywhere near this nice.

I sat up immediately. My head swerved from side to side, frantically searching the mysterious room with my eyes. This isn't my room.

Suddenly, the memories of the previous night flooded my brain. The gang. Red Hood. Jason. New home.

I thought about the gang. I watched most of them die. They were murdered right in front of me. The people I shared a home with are gone, and yet, I feel nothing. Well, not nothing. I feel a bit of satisfaction knowing they're dead. Is that normal? Not that it matters. Normal was never really my thing.

I yawned, and got out of bed. I went to my own personal bathroom, which is amazing by the way, and got in the shower.

*30 minutes later*

I walked out of my room, ready for whatever the day brought. I made my way to the kitchen to make myself some breakfast. As I pulled the eggs out of the fridge, I saw a note on the counter top. I picked it up. It read:

Hey Mel. Sorry I wasn't there when you woke up, but to be fair, I didn't know if you would ever wake up. Anyways, I have a few things I need to do. I should be back sometime between 2 and 3. See ya!

-Jason

I wonder what he needed to do. I shrug it off. I'm sure, as the Red Hood, he's quite busy.

I glance at the clock. 12:34? How long was I asleep?! Good thing I'm not with the gang anymore. They would have beaten the crap out of me if they had caught me sleeping like this. There I go thinking about the gang again…

I quickly shook my head, ridding my mind of those thoughts. Elsa had it right. The past is in the past, Let it go. What? When that movie came out, EVERYONE was singing Let It Go. Including the every citizen of Gotham. I might not have seen the movie, but I know every word to that song.

I started to hum the tune to the catchy song as I made my breakfast- well, I guess it's more of a lunch.

I finished making my food, and carried my plate to the decent sized table. I sat down to start eating my food when the doorbell rang. I sighed. Who on earth needs me right now of all times? People should know not to get in the way of me eating.

I stood up, and made my way to the door. I opened it, and saw one of Jason's men.

"Boss told me to stand guard of your place," the man stated.

"And?" It may sound harsh, but I was eating, and now I'm not. Why? Because this dude decided to interrupt me.

"And I just wanted to get to know the person I'm guarding," he said with a smirk that made me cringe.

"Oh, I see. What's your name?" I asked.

His smirk grew into a toothy smile. Well, I guess it's more of an almost toothless smile.

"The name's Rob. How 'bout you?" He asked raising his eyebrows, and leaning towards me slightly.

I smiled, and said, "I'm hungry, because you interrupted my meal to flirt with me!" With that, I slammed the door in his face. Again, I know I'm harsh, but I want food. Simple as that.

I sat down to start on my meal. Once again, the doorbell rang. I ignored it. The dude didn't give up though. It kept ringing and ringing. Finally I heard him stop, followed by a loud thud.

I finished my meal, and stood up to see what was going on. Next thing I knew, Jason walked in.

"Hey Jason. You're back early," I said trying to peek in the bag I just noticed he was carrying.

"Yeah, Some stuff didn't take as long as I expected. Was that that guy bothering you?" He asked as he pointed at the door.

"He was trying to flirt with me, but I kinda sorta slammed the door in his face 'cause I was hungry," I mumbled the last part. That sounded worse out loud than it did in my head.

Jason chuckled, and shook his head. Then, suddenly remembering what he was here for, he held out the bag.

"I got this for you," he said with a smile on his face.

I raised an eyebrow, and slowly took the bag from his hand. I peaked inside the bag, and immediately looked up at Jason grinning from ear to ear.

"You got me a phone? Oh my gosh! Thank you so much!" I said, squealing like a teenage girl. Well, I am a teenage girl, but whatever. Who cares? I have a phone!

I suddenly ran up to Jason, and wrapped my arms around him. I can not believe he got me a phone. I've never had a phone before.

"You're quite welcome. I figure it's the least I could do after what my selfishness has put you through," he said, his smile dropping.

I looked up at him, and opened my mouth to say, "Jason, I've had some time to think. I'm not quite ready to forgive you completely, but I'm getting there. I am grateful for all you're doing for me though."

He nodded, and smiled slightly. I felt something inside me. Was that happiness? I haven't felt that in a long time. I just smiled, went back to hugging Jason.

I don't deserve this. Jason is just too good to me.

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A/N: Hey y'all! Yes, I'm alive. Yes, this isn't my best chapter. I didn't really know what I was going to write when I started writing this. Oh, and I showed my sister Fanfiction account. Hi sister (whose name I can't say for privacy reasons)! I love you more than Jason loves Mel. Oops. Spoilers? Only those who actually read author's notes will know. I have a confession, I don't read author's notes 80% of the time. Okay, I'm rambling now. Please leave a review, and tell me what you think, because rappers are just gangster poets.

God Bless!