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Brandon took the clothes from me warily. "I wont even ask if these are stolen."

I smirked. "That's probably for the best. I'll leave you to it." I said as I got up and went for the door.

He held up a hand. "When you come back bring your laptop."

"You want me to come back?"

"You didn't think I was gonna let you go that easy did you?"

I rolled my eyes. "I guess not."

I left the room.

Brandon's POV

So many thoughts were stirring about in my head.

How could you even consider the notion that you are in love with HER? She's evil! Joker Spawn! She is the one who brought you to this house of madness! She is the one who will be responsible for your death! SHE. WILL. END. YOU.

But she obivously cares. She brings me food and clothes. She wants to be around me and talk. She's... Great.

I shook my head and muttered to myself. "Great doesn't mean not evil."

As I pulled my new shirt (Button up light blue) over my head I thought about all she had said to me.

"I'm not like my dad in a lot of ways."

"Don't think you're any better than me."

"My dad would've killed a baby girl."

"She's not evil." I decided. "She's just a victim like everyone else."

Now it was just the matter of whether she felt the same.

I eventually decided that I would closely watch her to see.

Zachary's POV

I walked back in with my laptop.

"Really?" He said, gestureing to himself. "Kahakis?"

Again I just rolled my eyes. "You're not on the runway. What matters is whether or not they fit."

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes. "They're fine."

"Good."

"Alright." Brandon declared. "It's still my day to ask the questions."

I sat down. "Have fun with that."

He bit his lip. "You have such horrible shit in your life daily. How do you get through it?"

"Can I have a lifeline?"

"No, come on. I'm being serious."

I laced my fingers together. "So am I. I really don't know how I survive."

He sighed. "What I mean to say is that most teens would've commited suicide if they had to go through even an eighth of the shit you go through."

"Oh, well I can't say I haven't contemplated it before." I said non-chalantly. "Hell, I even have the added bonus that no one really would care if I died."

"So...?"

"I just felt like I was betraying myself. Every day I train to be the strongest I can be and even in a psycho household like mine you are still taught to never give up. I would be betraying myself by showing weakness and giving up if I ended myself."

"That's amazing."

"Thanks."

"No I mean really. I used to talk to schools and stuff about teen suicide. I hate it. It's a permanent and drastic solution to a temporary problem. So it's really cool to hear that even Joker Spawn has standards."

Brandon's POV

I realized what I had done before it even came out of my mouth.

A look of pure rage filled Zachary's face.

She grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and got in my face.

"I don't care if you're my friend or not." She growled. "If you EVER call me that again, I'll cut your tounge out."

Girl or not I was scared shitless. "S-sorry. I didn't mean it that way."

She let me go.

"Hey," I tried again "did you just say we were friends?"

She looked up and smiled. "Are we?"

"Yeah, yeah we are."

Her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "That's nice."

Zachary's POV

What am I doing?

Friends...

I'm gonna kill my only friend...

But I have to.

Don't I?

"Hey I found a freakin' sweet band. Or, well a couple, I guess." I said

He smirked. "Show me whatcha got."

I opened up my laptop and clicked on my files when Brandon stopped me.

"Wait," He said. "Why did you name your main folder "My Skunks"?"

I shrugged. "Why not?"

Brandon just laughed. "Okay then."

So Brandon and I sat there and listened to Within Temptation and Linkin Park untill three in the morning. I shut the computer off, bid him goodnight, went into my room and changed into my pajamas and cried myself to sleep.

Joker's POV

I got up hungry in the middle of the night when I absentmindedly glanced at the one-way mirror.

My daughter and the Bird boy were talking. Laughing. Flirting.

I walked into Zach's room.

Her room was so neat it was easy to find what I was looking for.

I picked up the purple, green and pink book and flipped through the pages.

I found it:

Dear Diary,

I never meant to fall in love with Brandon. Before, He was just Robin...

I didn't read the rest of the entry. I had the information I needed.

I stalked back into our bedroom and began to laugh loudly.

Harley stirred. "What's up Puddin'?" She said sleepily.

"Oh, nothing." I said with my signature hundred-wat smile. "Just that tomorrow some serious shit's about to go down."

By the way, I know this chapter was boring but it will have mucho significance later.

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