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-yesiamweird

I contemplated my hand on the doorknob of my apartment not sure what to expect on the other side. It would be quite hilarious to see Blake and this girl naked on the couch attempting to make it seem like nothing was happening, but I would know the truth. Actually, I knew the truth at the moment. He and she were in there together…

I turned the knob slowly and peaked through the crack of the door not seeing a body in sight. "So far so good…" I whispered stumbling in as quietly as possible. As soon as I crossed the threshold of the door, I fought to hold back my dry-heave at the muffled sounds on the other side of the wall.

A moan and a soft feminine gasp plus the steady rock of the bed indicated to me that the two were still in Blake's bedroom…and awake.

"Ugh. Yuck." I rolled my eyes and slammed the opened door into position. The small noises ceased in the next second. With a confident smile, I walked through the kitchen pass his room on the right and towards my own with my heels digging hard into the floor.

I could hear it now. The woman, Peggy, would ask who was it that just came home and Blake would have to reveal that the woman at the bar was his only roommate of eight years. If that didn't scare her off then he should really invest on keeping this Peggy around in the future.

My bed somehow felt better than it usually did. I lay on the faded quilt top of my bed for a few seconds staring at the rotating white fan above me. Mindlessly, my tired and blurry eyes attempted to catch a glance of one of the fan blades and follow it as it spun rapidly, but I quickly stopped after feeling like my head was about to spin right off my neck.

I sat up reaching for the bottom of my purple shirt and pulled it messily over my head. Now my hair was messed up, I cursed and then strained my arms behind my back to unhook my bra. Who the hell invented these things, and why the hell did they make them impossible to get off and on?

Removing the rest of my clothes to the floor I slid into my hot pink sports bra and sleeping shorts that were at the foot of the bed as always. I hadn't even bothered to take off my makeup or brush my teeth. I would just do all of that in the morning like I always would on a drunken night.

The darkness of sleep came welcoming easy after I turned off the light, but as the sun woke from its own slumber, I noticed the light peaking through my curtains through the lids of my eyes. "Damn…" My voice was croaky and horse.

"Urgh…" I quickly counteracted the light of the sun by throwing my face onto the pillow. I didn't have to work today so why the hell was I up at the crack of dawn?! For once I just wanted to sleep in.

Then my stomach growled forcing me to moan once again. I was about to question my hunger when I realized I hadn't eaten anything for dinner last night and I would probably sober up more now than later if I got up and made something to eat. And apparently I had way too much to drink last night because after throwing the covers off of my body, I wobbled to the door.

How in God's name I made scrambled eggs for myself was beyond thinking as I stared into my plate of yellow mush on the table. There was a small shift of movement in Blake's room but I didn't offer to raise my curiosity beyond that. My heavy and tired eyelids wouldn't allow it. I rested my chin into the palm of my hand with my elbow leaning against the table and fell asleep.

I probably sat there for a good twenty minutes before a door closed jumping me back into reality. I was in the kitchen. I had been sleeping…I had made eggs?

I pushed the cold soggy mush on the plate in front of me and then looked to the source of the noise. "Peg-gy?" I groaned seeing the woman in her clothes from last night.

"Well," Her smile could only be described in one word: Bitchy. "John hadn't told me that you were his roommate. He only said you were a friend."

I smiled and nodded. "Yup. Lived with him for eight years." I pushed my plate around on the table making a scraping noise and having an inner debate on life's hardest question at the moment: Was I going to trust my drunken-self and eat the eggs or continue to stare at the plate?

"So I have to ask like I do to the other woman," I raised my eyes to the woman now walking towards the front door. "On a scale of one to ten?"

Peggy sneered at me for a moment holding her purse in hand, "A five. Have a great day, Maggie."

I nodded looking down at my eggs once again. "You too, Peggy." The door opened and closed and I stood to lock it back into place just in case this woman decided to come back. As far as I was concerned, she wasn't welcomed anymore. "A five?" I looked to John's room folding my arms over my chest and sitting back in the chair. "John, you are losing your touch."

With a groan I stood from the table reaching for the knob of Blake's room pushing the door aside silently just to make sure he was still alive. For all I could have known, this woman could be a vampire or another costumed vigilante that killed him cold in the middle of the night.

Instead, he slept in silence with his bare chest not protected from the blue cotton sheets of his bed rising up and down slowly. I smiled leaning on the side of his door frame and watched him for a moment until my eyes dropped like they had at the table a while ago. "Damn." I muttered and walked into the room bending down and placing myself in-between the sheets of his bed.

At first, Blake had stirred opening his drunken eyes and turning onto his chest to see the intruder, but the sleepiness proved to be a better fighter forcing him to sink back down into the welcoming sheets. I did the same.

I closed my eyes resting my foggy head against the spare pillow facing in the direction of the door while his chest faced my back. Out of everything in this disgusting mess of a room, I always found comfort in his bed. The feel of the worn and cozy cotton sheets, the scent of his lingering cologne imbedded within the fabric, and of course the warmth of his body alongside of my own.

We fell still in the next moment only our soft breathing filling the dead emptiness of the room. His fan never rotated and it always bugged me that he didn't have it on. I loved the white noise it provided and instead he found it annoying. One of the many clashing thoughts we had.

I thought crossed my memory and I shot my eyes open from the recurring nightmare. A white painted face threatening me to blow up a boat full of people in order for me to survive. His crackling laugh echoed through my head as I pushed the trigger killing and blowing up the many lives stuck on the ferry boat. I had never been scared of death as a child, but the fact that in this dream I had wanted my life over a hundred innocent ones terrified me now as an adult and even then when I first had the dream as a 15 year old. This was the same nightmare I had the night I had gotten off of the Gotham Ferry Boat. And every so often it would haunt my dreams.

I sighed in dismay knowing it would be impossible for me to fall back asleep now that my mind was focusing on this memory.

Usually when I had the nightmare I would wake in cold sweat and then wander into Blake's room, just as I had just done now. It was a tremendous amount of comfort I found in his bed while the two of us slept alongside of one another. It was, at first, awkward and intimidating, but soon after those first couple of minutes the tension would fade as well as my mind.

"Blake?" I whispered turning to face him. "Blake?" I whispered again placing my hand on his chest. He only moaned and turned to lie on his back in the attempt to ignore my call like always. Instead of bickering like I usually did, I crawled to his side resting my head in the crease of his arm and chest.

He was warm; one of the few benefits about this man, especially on a cold Gotham City night and I found myself caressing his sternum in the middle of his bare chest. His arm I was resting on moved and his hand made its way on the top of my head, tangling what was left of the spots on my blonde head that weren't tangled already.

Deep within his chest I heard a moan vibrating through my ears and I hadn't a care to any of the words that came from his mouth until he tapped my head with his fingertips. "Mag?"

"Hm?" I closed my eyes holding my hand against his right peck. "I'm sorry," I whispered nudging my head closer to his neck. "I didn't hear you."

He sighed with a smile, even with my eyes closed I could tell when he was happy, angry or calm. "I said, did you scare her off?"

I shook, "No, you did that for her." My eyes roamed to his brown ones above me, "She rated you a five tough guy. You're losing your touch."

His smile faded and the hand on my head pulled my back closer into his warm side. "Or maybe she just wasn't the one for me."

"Maybe…" I sighed closing and wrapping my hand on his chest to his shoulder. "Blake?"

"Hm."

"I had the dream again." I whispered with my eyes closed.

He pulled me even closer than before pressing his lips to the top of my head. His worried sigh indicated his protection over me. "You okay?"

I only nodded and lay in the silence that fell upon the two of us. For a moment, I contemplated the thought of raising my leg to mount over his hips and kiss him, or even wrapping my left leg around his right as we lay along with one another. My body did nothing of what my thoughts commanded. Instead, my voice seemed to have a mind of its own. "Do you remember that night?"

His voice was deep and for once I couldn't tell if he was still being over protective or if he was angry. "Which one?"

"The night after the first nightmare, in the alley." I pushed myself up and onto my elbows to get a better look at him while I spoke. "After the Ferry ride, you remember?"

He nodded with his jaw clenched and his hand roaming the exposed parts of my back from the pink sports bra. "I never forgot."

My smiled grew and then I dared the question I had never asked but always contemplated, "Why Robin? You asked what my last name was and I never had one. So why did you suggest Robin?"

He and I lay still once again staring at each other. I noticed in that moment his ears. He never quite grew into those slightly bigger ears of his. I would have offered to call him Dumbo when we first met, but I believed that teasing a person that was willing to help you escape from hell couldn't be all that dumb.

"Say something…?" I reached for the left side of his face tugging at his ear since my thoughts were focused on the body part.

"I just- I just thought it would be nice. Margaret Robin." He looked to the ceiling breaking our gaze from one another. "It sounded cool."

I huffed, "It sounds like a hooker name now." I gave his cheek a light slap and then scratched the top of his head like you would do to a dog. "But I guess in the mind of a 17 year old, Maggie Robin does sound cool."

Blake nodded and then attempted to sit up while pulling me out of his personal space. As he rested his elbows on his knees, I watched the sheet fall from his waist exposing the bare side of his legs and hips.

"Jeeze, you would think you would have some damn decency and sleep with boxers." I sat back on the empty side of his full sized mattress smirking at the frown he gave me with the turn of his head. "Well, I wasn't exactly expecting you to barge in uninvited."

"You dick!" I laughed, "I fucking live here." His glared turned into a cocky smile and messily he threw the sheets over top of my head. "Like I said!" I squealed feeling his arms hold my head underneath the dark blue sheets while his legs straddled my hips. Our bodies separated by the dark cotton sheet of his bed.

"Don't look. I'm self conscious." He whispered giving me a slight chill from the huskiness in his voice.

"Tsk." I rolled my eyes as I felt his legs dismantle my body, "I don't think you can ever be self-conscious around me since the night I caught you masturbating on the couch, you twit." I pulled the sheet off half hoping to catch a glance at his tight ass again but I was too late. Officer Blake already had his blue boxers on.

"Yea…" He nodded not even bothering to put on a shirt. "Did I ever mention how much I hate you?"

"Did I ever mention I've never told anyone about that?"

He walked back to his side and pulled the covers overtop of his body turning to my side, "Did I ever mention how much I love you?" I could see pass the sarcasm and I rolled my eyes as the only answer. "Oh I've been meaning to tell you, this week I'm graduating from training so I'll be out on duty staring this weekend."

I turned to him with a half-hearted smile. "That's great."

"Getting a police car and everything. So now we don't have to walk everywhere."

"I like walking."

"You like walking ten blocks in the cold? I know that the coffee shop is right next to the store, but come on Maggie, you have to be cold most of the time."

I only shrugged. "I don't mind the cold. It was always cold at the orphanage." We both grew silent and I cursed the fact I mentioned the word 'Orphanage' in the first place. "I-um, I'm sorry…" I sighed closing my eyes. "Blake?"

"Hm?"

"When you get the car, will you drive me around in the back with the sirens and lights on?"

He chuckled at my request and pulled me closer to his figure. "Mags," He whispered in my ear making my head twitch as his warm breath clouded my neck, "I'd do anything for ya. 'Specially throw you in the back of a cop car."