I did not forgot anything did I? Wait! My purse!

God dammit! I quickly got off the car, and ran back to my room.

Perfect! I got my phone in my jeans pocket and the black purse that fit my check book perfectly.

Good safe, Andy!

I returned to the car, cranked the radio up, and drove into Gotham. It took a good while to get there, but parking under the new, humongous apartment was not a slightest problem. I did not expected that to be honest. I was expecting more of a thin, tall tower that would camouflage itself within all the taller buildings since it was made atop of Gotham's old ruins from all the villains. Anyway, I looked around and accidentally saw a twin private garages under one room, the room I was going to stay in, Room No.3B.

Oh, my. Private garages? How could he even afford this with a night job? Was the night job even a job?

I tried not to be over enthusiastic with my very own curiosity, but I could not help to wonder how sketchy it was getting, especially considering how close it was to Crime Alley, an alley which lived up to its name. Additionally, this place was white clean and the lobby appeared spectacular, opposing all of rumors I had heard. Just mind blowing to believe such a place could be near the saltiest part of the city.

Well, I could not wait to see my room and if I had the chance, the one who obviously washed the salt off the street.

I pressed on the buzz button to his room, and he answered, "Hi!"

"Hi! I'm Andrea, the person that's coming to check out the apartment," I replied.

"Right on time. Come on, in. Just press for the third floor on the elevator and knock on the door to your left. It should say 'B' by the way, not eight. The slide doors will be opening soon."

"Thanks."

The two slide doors that was blocking out outsiders opened as he said. I went through it and waited for the elevator inside. I pressed on number three as he said and knock on the door to my left, 'B'.

"Just a second!" shouted the familiar male voice from inside.

I waited and heard a little sharp 'thud' from something other than foot steps coming toward me.

He opened the door. The man appeared, and my first impression of him was the sleep deprivation he was going through. It was quite an interesting impression honestly since it almost made me forget, he was heavily built and stood about six-foot-two. On the second look, I found him quite attractive. His jet black hair with some white streak was still messy, probably from rush since he was just out of the shower from the droplets of water behind his elbow and smell of soap. His white shirt with rolled sleeves was not properly buttoned, or set, revealing partially the side of his abdomen that was slightly tanned skin. His dark jeans were probably the same one he used yesterday from the dried rain mud on the hem of it. Scars on his hands... Wait, Andy, how did a plain short description become an observation about the person in front of you? Seriously, old habits really would die hard. Well, at least, I stopped, not getting as detailed like the latest time.

However, I found the image of him in my hand too different. This guy looked as 'tough' as he sounded through the phone. Who was the 'pretty boy' then?

"Hi, again!" I tired smiling. It was a confused smile at the man who possibly had a year, or two, on me.

"Yeah. Hi."

"Hmm... You look quite different from what I've got," I uttered sheepishly. Was this the awkward feeling when an online date did not look the same in real life?

"Oh! That's Dick. I didn't have my photo handy when I registered, so I just threw his picture in. We're technically identical anyway. And, ya know, with his name and all. It's just like sending random people D-," he paused and took a glance at my anticipating eyes. "You know what, never mind. I was sleep-talking."

"Okay. Well, do you need some more time? I can wait out here if you want," I offered him.

"Nah, it's fine. Nice to meet you, Ms. Albertsons," he said, letting me in.

"Nice to meet you, too," I replied with a more friendly smile than before and a hand shake. High flexibility, great grip, a lot of wrist work: card dealer? Knife thrower? Bodyguard?

"Please come in," he ushered.

I looked into the unit's center where we were going to be sharing. Right in front of me was the full-length windows through out with a city view. It also seemed to be the smart window type that had been advertised commonly a while ago. Then, in the middle of all the city view, there was a big screen TV and an average grey couch with two matching seats on a lighter grey carpet that complimented the dark wooden floor. Although, one of the matching seats was more isolated in its own space next to the row of bookshelves, and there was nothing much more than I described. So, I turned to the left where there were two counters, one built into the wall and the other paralleled. The one built-in was the kitchen, and the other one was a bar-dinner table with part of it designed hollow to store four chairs.

Nothing looked out of place, except the throwing knife on the wall about a centimeter above the kitchen table that was almost unnoticeable. Anyway, it was probably the thing that caused the sharp 'thud' I heard before. So, a knife thrower? But, seriously, did he see me a such a threat that he had to keep a weapon at reach?

Did it matter to know though? I did not think so.

I followed him inside and thought it would be polite to take my shoes off since the owner did not have any on. He walked parallel to the wall on our right that separated the living area to the the bathroom. It was quite spacious considering that it contained double sinks and a separate shower and bathing areas.

"There's a common laundry room at the basement. Now, let me show you, your room," he stated.

My room's door was ninety degree and a few steps toward the window from the bathroom door. He used a keycard to unlock the electronic and pulled the door open.

Man, that was probably the closest I would get to a love at first sight. "Oh, my God! It's marvelous!" I kept in cool to a couple degree.

"Just take your time and check it out. I'll be having some coffee at the kitchen. Do you want some?" he questioned politely, but not energetically, or awaken.

"No, thank you, Mr. Todd. It's a bit too late for me."

"Just drop the 'Mr. Todd' thing," he said with his hand quoting the words, "Please call me Jason."

"Okay, Jason. Mine's Andrea. Andy for short, but I rarely use it." If you were wondering why the 'y', then there was a long story to it. But, well, in short, I just happened to be the type of person to ask why not.

"Well, if you have any questions, I'll try to be as helpful as I can," he said before he left.

"Thank you."

Wow, I needed to give myself a second to think about how huge my room was. It was the size of a master bed room! It was also already furnished with a queen size bed frame, a built-in closet, and a dressing table that matched with the other two furnitures. It was just amazing to see a place like this in such a big city. I could already see myself living here!

So, I decided and stepped out of the room. He was sitting at the bar table, enjoying his coffee and scrolling down on his phone. I also noticed that the knife was gone, so maybe, I was no longer a threat to him.

I caught his attention with my presence and questioned, "I'm not really sure how is the rent fee really six-hundred dollars a month. Is there any other extra things I have to pay for?"

"It's six hundred dollars a month, and everything will be under your name. I'll even sign a three-month contact with you, if you think I'll ditch the pay and put you in debt. By the way, free WiFi, water, and electricity. Sweet, isn't it? However, I will really appreciate it, if you could make me three meals a day and put them in the fridge," he firmly confirmed.

Hmm... I really could not appreciate this deal enough. Six-hundred dollars was obviously no where near half the price of the full rent of the apartment. But, everything under my name sounded like a huge risk and super weird. It was like he wanted to be a ghost in this city. Anyway, as naive as it may look, I wanted to try trusting this stranger. What could happen?

"Sure! Three meals a day. What would you prefer?" I replied. It wouldn't be that hard right?

"Wait, I was joking," he was surprised as I took his joke seriously.

"So, you don't want the meal?"

"No. Just put some notes on which ever is yours, if you need to put any of your left over in the fridge, and as long as, you clean up after yourself, I'm totally cool with everything."

Now, that was even more sketchier. The hell with it.

"Okay. Do you accept checks?"

"Yeah," he said, finishing his coffee and waking up fully.

"Here," I handed him the written check, "when can I move in?"

"Anytime," he took the check. "Here's the keycard for the slide doors, the door, and your door. The only room it won't let you in is mine. My card had the same function."

"Thank you. Tomorrow, then. About this time of the day," I settled and glanced at the sunsetting around the corner. I was about to bid my good-byes when I saw him peering at my outfit, smirked, and looked away.

"Care to explain that little smirk of your, Jason?" I mentioned playfully, but not really at the same time. I used the same tone again with a tint of sadness only to be dramatic, "Or maybe, we're just not meant to be roommates."

For reassurance, that could never happen. The deal was too good to be turned down.

"Cool, Lady. I just like your outfit. You know, that psychotic, anti-hero doesn't have a lot of fans, right? I'm just glad- I mean, surprised to see one. That's it. Really," he said with a firm, sincere voice.

"Ha, I was just teasing you. But, yeah, thanks for the honesty. I'll be back tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow," he bid with a smile, as I left with the keycard.