Heyyyyy, so I'm back. I apologize a thousand times for my absence. I was pretty much overloaded with my senior year of school and stuff but now that its dwindling down I can concentrate on everything. And also, I was blanking out because I didn't remember what came first in the movie and what not. Luckily, I have really smart friends and they gave me a link to watch it! (WHOOP!)

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-yesiamweird

Last night was a complete and epic failure of events… first, after seeing the commissioner on the rooftops of the MCU where the old and rusty Bat-Signal rotted, I thought I'd test my luck with Gordon's knowledge of the Batman and Dent. He didn't pay me any attention and instead rerouted our conversation around the missing congressmen.

After a long night and no luck in finding the rich politician, I went back home only to get the silent treatment from Maggie. I should have known my outburst in the shop would cause her to go all hormonal, but still. Women…

"Ah, well they wash up here a couple times a month or more when it gets colder 'cause the homeless find shelter in the tunnels!" The sewer control man explained to my partner as we slumped through the murky sewer water. "We pulled him from the base. But otha then that we didn't touch him!" The man jumped to a concrete base to avoid any water while I continued to look at the dead body I had been called in to examine.

Bending down at the opened gate, I looked to the boy shaking my head with a frown. "What?" My partner questioned. I took a deep breath and a sigh before I answered, "His name's Jimmy. He's at the boy's home that I coach ball at." To make my day even worse, now I'd have to go to the orphanage and explain to his brother and the other kids Jimmy's fate. Plus, finding out why Jimmy was down in the sewer was on my list of questions as well.

"Well I guess we better get going. Thanks for your call. The recovery team will be here shortly to remove the body." My partner nodded and pushed me forward through the cold smelly water. "We should head to the home. I think-"

"Already planned that. But I think I should go alone." My partner gave me a confused look indicating for me to explain myself. "Whenever I come to the home I'm in my normal clothes. When I come in my uniform they'll know something's up. I can only imagine that they'll get really upset if they see two cops though, so I'll go on ahead." He nodded and we split ways. Thank goodness he had gotten his own car this week. "See you at the station." I waved and shook my pants from the cold water before stepping into my own car.

As I started the engine, the smell of the sewer water filled my nostrils and I could only roll my eyes of the thought that the smell would linger in the car. I smiled to myself while shaking my head imagining the bickering Maggie would say when she sat in the car next. As much as she complained and nagged, I had gotten used to it by now and instead found amusement in the way her nostrils would flare and her tone of voice would change as she complained about nothing.

The drive to the orphanage was like usual. Most people would drive normally when I wasn't in their sight, but as soon as they noticed the cop car they would drive like a moron. At first, it was funny but now it was proving to be a bitch to try to pass up these scared ass idiots. But I guess when you don't have to worry about getting a ticket you can drive however you please. Well, without breaking too much of the law, of course.

Pulling into the parking lot around the back, I noticed a few of the boys stop suddenly from their basketball game to stare in fright at the cop arriving on the scene. They weren't used to me driving in my car since I usually met them at the park or walked to the house. As soon as I took a step out, however, the boys smiled and waved at me and I of course did the same back to them.

As I walked to the front entrance a few of the kids ran to the gate separating their sanctuary of a playground from the streets. "Mr. Blake! Are you here to play with us!?"

I attempted to smile and try to hide my anger from them, "Nah. Not today kids. I have some work to do…"

"Oh."

Another little boy spoke up, "Is anyone in trouble?" Of course, orphanage kids have to stick for one another. That's why I became friends with Maggie. "Nah. No one is in trouble. Go back to your game!" I nodded and then continued to the front entrance. The secretary at the front stood at first glance but then noticed who I was and waved me forward with a smile. If I had to guess, she probably assumed I was here straight from off of work. Little did she know I had a few questions for the owner.

"Ah! John Blake!" Frank Reilly smiled after opening the door to his office. "Oh should I say Officer John Blake! What brings you here in the uniform?" He sat back at his chair and I made a point to shut the door but continue to stand since I was visiting on the clock.

"Sir, I have some news about Jimmy Grant…" Reilly tilted his head in a concerned stance and nodded for me to continue. "His body washed up in the sewer cavities." The older man's eyes widened and he nodded with a frown. "I've gotten word that a few of the boys live underground in the sewer. Why hadn't he been here with you?"

"Blake, Jimmy hadn't been here for months!"

"Oh yea, why?"

"You know why… he aged out! We don't have the resources to keep boys after 16."

I shook my head feeling the lines of my forehead buckle, "Yea but I thought the Wayne Foundation gave money for them?"

Reilly shook his head once again, "Not for the past couple of years." I frowned even deeper lowering my head. Since Bruce Wayne went missing in the past few years, the status of his company did as well. I thought about Jimmy and how that money from the Wayne Foundation for young boys could have saved his life. And then I remembered Jimmy had a little brother that would come and watch his games, "He has a brother here, doesn't he?"

"Mark." He nodded his head slowly, "I'll tell him."

"No. I'd like to…if that's alright?" Reilly stood with a sigh, "Yes of course…I believe he's on the roof…follow me." As he led me upstairs, I noticed the fear in some of the boy's eyes as I walked pass them. Some knew me before, and others were just afraid that a cop was in their presence. I know because I was afraid of them when I was a kid. If only I could make them understand I am a good guy then maybe they wouldn't look at me with such a glare.

When we arrived on the roof, I noticed Mark right away because he was the only one sitting on the rusty bleachers to the side. He looked just like his older brother and that only made it harder for me to tell him. Reilly only mentioned with his hand for me to walk over and with a slow and steady stride I did so.

"Hey Mark. Remember me?" I asked standing before him.

"You would teach Jimmy ball at the park."

I nodded, "Yea that's me."

"But I don't remember you being a police man?" He looked at me up and down examining my uniform. I chuckled softly to ease the moment, "Yea. I got a new job. You mind if I take a seat next to you? I have something important I need to share with you." The small boy scooted to the right and I smiled while taking a seat next to him. "Well Mark…" I started to say and then paused shaking my head. "Your brother…Jimmy. He was found this morning in the sewers…"

From the frown on Mark's face, he already knew what that meant.

"I'm so sorry buddy, but he passed away. I know-"

"It's alright…I heard what happens when you get kicked out. You go down to the sewer."

I looked taken aback by his mature and calm statue. "Do you know what he was doing down there in the tunnels?" I questioned. Maybe he would be an important factor in trying to save the lives of any more kids meeting the same fate.

"A lot of guys just go down in the tunnels when they age out. They say you can live down there because there's work." He had pulled out a piece of chalk from his sweatshirt pocket and began to draw on the other side of me. Almost as if he was trying to forget the pain of his deceased brother.

"Work? What kinda work are you gonna find in the sewers?" I asked with an almost sarcastic tone but then changed midway to not hurt the poor boys feelings.

"Well more than you can find up here, I guess."

Looking over his shoulder I noticed the images he had been drawing. Bats. "So, you know about him?" I decided to change the subject so that Mark wouldn't feel like I was hounding him with questions. After all, I got enough of a lead to know that orphan kids go to the tunnels and get some sort of job.

"Of course." He nodded and then looked up to me with glazed eyes, "You think he's coming back?"

I turned my head to look down at my shiny black shoes and then sighed. "I don't know…" I quickly looked up at the sky to avoid his hopeful gaze and to make sure I still looked tough. I'd never hear the end of it if the kids went back saying that a cop cried in front of them. "But I hope he does one day."

"Me too."

Throwing the door closed with my foot, I silently placed my keys on the wall and then threw my jacket off onto the couch. With a groan, I knew Maggie would get mad at me for leaving it there, but I honestly didn't care at the moment.

Her bedroom door opened and she walked out with an empty plate in her hands and a glare on her face. "What's wrong with you?" She muttered and continued to walk down the hall to the kitchen and I silently watched her wash her dish in the sink facing the window. My thoughts couldn't stop rampaging in my head as I wondered how she could look so desirable in pajama bottoms and a grey tank top. It was morning after all, and morning sex is always the best…

"What time do you work today?" She questioned turning off the water and shutting the dishwasher door.

"Late." My answer was brief and I found myself avoiding her gaze as I walked down the hall to my bedroom on the left. As much as I wanted to tell her about Jimmy and all of the interesting questions I learned today, I was still hurt by her turndown a few days ago. From what I thought, that was honestly the best sex we'd ever had and I was sure she'd change her mind about us. But of course, I was wrong.

I closed the door and turned on the light sighing at the reflection of myself in the cracked mirror on my wall. "Damn woman…" I cursed under my breath unbuttoning my shirt and throwing it into the dirty clothes hamper in the corner of the room. As I pulled off my belt and reached to un-zip the fly of my pants, the door opened and Maggie rested her shoulder on the frame. "What's wrong?" Her voice was concerned but hushed.

I only shook my head still refusing to look at her while walking to the closet to find a pair of athletic shorts to change into. Hearing the floorboard creek, I knew that she had walked up behind me. "Blake." She threatened and pulled my shoulder to turn and face her. "Tell me."

"Nothing." I only grunted turning back and pulling off my pants. "Get out of my room."

She growled and then turned, "Well fine then! Be hormonal then! See if I give a damn!" She yelled backing away and then slammed the door shut on her way out.

Sighing deeply, I leaned my head and back on the wall thinking of the countless ways I could have avoided this fight. Pulling on my shorts, I walked out of my own room and towards hers. Of course, the door was locked.

"Mags… come on I didn't mean it like that."

She didn't respond. She was probably getting ready for work. Only a few more days of inventory at the shop and then she'd be jobless. Another thing to add onto our never-ending list of stress.

"One of the kids I used to coach was found face up in the sewer this morning. I went and talked to his brother at the orphanage just now…"

I could hear faint footsteps and then the click of the lock. As she opened the door I expected her usual glare but received a concerned look instead. "I'm sorry. That sucks."

"Yea, I looked at the paint of the doorframe with a nod and then looked back to her. "You ever hear of work being done in the sewer for aged out kids?"

She raised an eyebrow at me and crossed her arms, "No. Must be new. Why? Is that what happened to the kid?"

"I think. He aged out a few months back and Reilly said the Wayne Foundation stopped giving money towards the older kids."

Maggie rolled her eyes and walked into her room towards her closet, "Well that's what happens when a billionaire decides to live under a rock." She pulled off her tank with her back turned to me and then pulled on a green collared shirt, "I have two interviews set up at the mall this week and then three more days of inventory at the shop… hopefully with that nice salary of yours," She turned to face me while un-tucking her hair from out of her shirt, "Will cover me. After all, you owe me." She winked.

"Yea, yea." I nodded sitting on her neatly made bed, "I got ya." I watched in amusement as she turned her back once more to look in her never ending closet of clothes for a set of bottoms. All the while I had to contain my thoughts of walking behind her and pulling her close to me as I would caress and kiss her tender neck. As much as I tried to get my feet to stand and perform my thoughts, they wouldn't and instead my manhood buckled and throbbed instead.

"Did you guys ever get a lead about the congressman?" Maggie pulled out a pair of grey suit pants and then walked over to the bed to place them onto. "He's been gone since the Dent Day celebration, right?"

I ignored the thrusting feeling in my hips and nodded, "Yea. And no, still nothing…" I watched in awe as she stripped her pants and pulled on the new ones as if she hadn't a care in the world to my staring. "Mags… I just-"

"I'm not talking about us, Blake."

I cursed my predictability and turned my head to look at the carpet of the floor below. "Ya know… I just don't understand."

"I just don't want to get hurt." She responded causing me to look back at her. "Again." After hearing her say that I stood to my feet reaching my hands to grab and pull her waist to me.

"I will, never. Ever, hurt you Maggie. I promise."

She nodded and then buried her head in the crevasse of my neck. "I know... But still. I just don't want anything to happen…between us. You're my best friend. I can't lose you." She sniffed and then pulled her head up to look at me. "I really need to get ready, John." I smiled kissing the top of her forehead and let her go. By the way she would say my name was dependent of her mood. When she was angry or annoyed with me, she'd call me Blake. But whenever she was seducing or unbiased of her mood, she'd say John. "Will I see you when I get back?"

I shook, "Probably not." And then turned to the door, "Have a good day, babe."

"You too, Officer Blake."