I sat on the couch, hugging my knees, and stared at the dark screen of the television in my nightwear the next morning, waiting for Jason to be home. My boss demanded me to stay home and take a day off which I knew was a good intention, but it gave me free time. The problem was, the freer I was, the more time I got to reflect upon myself that I did not want to about the night before.

Did I make any wrong calculation?

How was the girl?

How was the mother of the girl?

Were they alright?

Was he alright?

Did he die of blood lost?

Did I kill him?

As I was about to leave with Rose, 'Robin, search,' Batman declared with one hand stopping Red Hood. Robin did as command, knowing what to look for.

'How many victims he must traumatized until you will let me put that scum out of Earth's surface!' Red Hood argued, pointing a gun at the laughing mental ill. Red Hood paused a moment, staring at the Dark Knight, and continued, 'You are not taking me to the police, aren't you?'

The Dark Knight replied him silence.

'Oh, I dare you, Old Man, put handcuffs on me! It's my pleasure to spike up the suicide rate, again.'

The Joker cut in with coughs, and said, 'Sorry to interrupt your family issues. I have a question, what time is it?'

Batman realized the truth behind those words, and signaled Robin, 'The bombs are timed. Deactivate it.'

I was almost under the pull-down door when I heard a loud call from a boy above me, 'Stop!'

Second later after did what I was told, an explosion was detonated, and the whole door slammed shut in front of me. The girl screamed into my ear and eventually passed out. At that moment, I thought my ear drums would be permanently damaged, but I knew it would not. I could have been dead by now, and I really did not like the thoughts of dying young with this girl under my care. I really had enough with the lunatic. How could they endure such a nuisance?

'Thank you,' I said to whom ever warned me, after returning to my regular heart-beat.

'Aw, too bad. They lived. I'll try harder next time.'

Okay, that was it! He pissed me off so badly. I laid Rose on the furthest wall from the lunatic and stomped down the hall. I stopped in front of the man, holding the gun, and told him with my peacefully calmed tone, 'This man does not, and will never, worth dying. Give me the gun.'

Joker looked at me with the absurd grin.

'What?! Now you? Did they brainwash you, or something?'

'So you're not going to give me the gun, right?'

'Hell no!'

'Fine, I tried.'

I took the other gun in the holster while he was not paying attention, and checked the mag. There were seven bullets. 'Perfect, just what I need.'

'What are you doing?' He questioned.

'Nothing,' I replied.

'You just took the other gun from me...'

While he continued his talk, I heard the ambulance sirens coming in. I listened to the sound until it came to a stop at the back entrance. Perfect timing.

I aimed, not precisely, but I doubt I would miss at one-and-a-half meters. I shot one next to both ears, ending up in the wall, and planted one in each shoulders and kneecaps. No blood was splashed because none of them went through the main arteries. I lowered the gun down. All in total, it took me five seconds which was plenty enough for them to stop me, while I was at it. However, none of them expressed any actions, or feelings, and Joker was still laughing as if he felt no pain. Maybe one more in his vocal cord?

'Don't, the last one is a blank,' the man in leather jacket behind me said, as I raised the gun.

I let the gun go to its owner and stayed in silence where nobody was saying a word. Soon later, the nurses and doctors were dashing in and took the victims away, and one of them had Joker tied on the bed. 'Why didn't any of you stop me earlier?' I questioned at last.

'Because I did not want to, but I don't know why they didn't,' said Red Hood, the only one who answered, and the only one I could predict the answer from.

I eyed at each of them, but they just avoided my eyes contact. Nightwing turned his back at me completely and helped one of the nurses pick up the victims, which I did not mind. Robin returned my contact for a second and then shifted to help Nightwing. Batman was... no longer where he was when I turned to him, so I guessed, he was probably following the ambulance with the Clown on the plane that was also no longer here. Godspeed, Batman...

I had no idea why, but I had Alfred's voice in mind with the last sentence. But all in all I could say wholeheartedly, I did not regret doing that. I felt extreme better after, knowing that man would be a handicap for at least eight months.

Of course, I did not kill him. My calculation was perfect, and my guts believed in it. I really wanted to know Rose's and her mother's well-being though. Meanwhile I held on to those thoughts, the door unlocked.

I arched my back on the back pillows and looked at him upside down with my arms waving down. 'Hey, Jason! How are you?' I pushed myself up to sit back right, but it was too much. I started tipping over with my head first on the ground, maybe, so I closed my eyes upon impact. 'Whoa!'

I let my body slide down the back of the sofa and stood on my hands that touched the ground first, instead. 'Wow, that was on hell of a save!' I opened my eyes again, and he was already not in front of the door. I turned my head left and right and looked below me. 'Oh, there you are! Why are you on the floor?'

'I'm here to catch you. I didn't know you could do a hand stand like that.'

'I was surprised myself! Anyway, I don't know how to come down.'

'Just bring your legs down.'

'You made it sound so easy. I don't even know how my anatomy works, right now!'

'Okay, hold on,' he said, trying to stood himself up, but bumped his head onto me instead.

'Ow!' I cried and sent my hand to cover where it hurt. However, doing that made me imbalance, and gravity took me down with it. I belly flopped right on top of Jason who was laying below me.

'Well, that works, too,' he commented.

His face was so close that the tip of our nose almost touched. 'Thanks.' I looked at his eyes, and they were... blue. 'What?! I thought your eyes were green all these time!'

'Not really surprised. Some's said that before.'

'I swear, they were green! No one've ever made me doubt my observation this much before. Tell me, what did you do to them!'

'I didn't do anything! What's with you! You didn't panic when you got kidnapped, and now, you're out of your mind because you found out my eyes were blue?!'

'I can stress out whenever I want...,' I said, before realizing a possibility. 'Wait just a second. Come into the shade,' I requested. I put one hand over his eyes, and they turned turquoise. 'Ohmigod!' I squealed out loud, cupping his cheeks. 'The first central heterochromia, I've ever seen in my real life!'

I just could not take my eyes off them, now!

'Quit staring,' he barked, taking my hands away from his face. 'Get off me, you're heavy!'

'Are you serious?! Am I that heavy?!' I exclaimed, sitting lightly on his stomach, and believed him completely. He glanced at me and then down with a smile on his face that gave away the whole truth. 'I'm not that heavy, aren't I?'

He gave me an innocent look and replied, 'Who knows?'

'Come on, Jason, please! Am I really that heavy, or not? Or else I'll plant my roots here, if you don't answer.'

He laid on his head back on his arm, chilling out. 'Do whatever you want. I'll just enjoy the view from here. Maybe unbutton two, or three, buttons for me, and I won't mind, if you stay here for the whole hour.'

'Fine, I'm getting off you... You didn't have to mess with an insecure girl like that,' I pouted, lifting myself up.

He took my hand, before I got off his body, and spoke, 'I apologize for my misbehave earlier. I just can't let an insecure girl off insecurely.' He stood up carrying me on my waist and sat me down on the kitchen chair. 'You're a lot lighter than you look. To be honest, I wouldn't mind carrying you all day long like a princess.'

Severe unprepared-heart damage served in front of my eyes. 'Thank you,' I softly responded, probably blushing.

'We'll talk later. I really need a shower. Look, I didn't even get my shoes off!'

While I wait until he got his business done, I rolled on the sofa, repeating the moment over and over again in my head, and stretched my legs out. Minutes later, he stood on the far end of the sofa from my head with his hair still damp from the shower and a towel around his neck.

'So, you didn't answer my question yet. How are you?' I questioned, placing my phone on the table.

'I'm fine, thanks, and you?'

'I'm fine, both physically and mentally in case you want to know. No harm done from the incident.'

'Great! Tug your legs in a bit,' he spoke.

'There's more than enough of room here. We can share.'

'That's my point.'

'Oh, sorry! I forgot, I had my legs out,' I replied, bringing my legs together.

He sighed and asked, 'Want some pizza?'

'Sure! Thanks for asking, but be quick, I'm waiting.'

He took out his phone from a coat on the hanger. 'What are you waiting for?' he quested, sitting down with my legs behind his back.

'Waiting for someone I could talk to,' I answered and located him with my eyes.

'Don't you have... Oh, right! You don't,' he replied with a sly smirk.

'Why don't you just stab me with a knife? I got this one and only one issue with me that I'm not very socialized, and you always picked on that,' I empathized sadly. 'Well, at least, I'm not dead and brought back to life with daddy issues,' I sympathized.

'Ouch! That's tripled of what I said to you!'

'Well, you shouldn't have said it to start with!'

'Oh, Sweetheart! You'll never sleep with your eyes shut again!' he exclaimed, standing on the seat.

'Wait, time out!' I said, making a "T" with my arms as I pushed my body up. 'Did you order the pizza, yet?'

He sat back down and answered, 'No, not yet. In a second.' He dialed the number and ordered them. 'Whatcha want?'

'Pepperoni with pineapple.'

He continued ordering. 'Done. Okay, where were we?' He said, placing his phone next to mine.

'You said, I'll never sleep with my eyes shut again.'

'Yup, and this will be my first revenge,' he declared, locking me under him.

'For your information, I'm hardly tickli...,' I fixed my eyes on the hand creeping up to me. 'sh...Ahh! No!'

'Hardly ticklish, or no one had ever tickled you?' He mentioned, wiggling his fingers by the side of my neck.

Okay, I admitted the last time someone ever tickled me was like middle school, so let us say, I failed terribly. 'Jason... Please! I can't.. breathe!' I tried to escape him by crawling on my belly, but it did not really help. He was strong, and I was weaken by the numerous and continuous attacks. I realized I could not defend myself like that, so I adopted a war defense strategy, choke point.

It was true that there were no geographical advantage, but the main subject was to give your enemy no space to attack. I wrapped my limbs around him as tight as I could at that moment.

'Hey! I can't do anything if you koala me!' He responded just what I wanted hear.

I caught up with my breath gradually and replied nothing. Meanwhile, he laid down on the side, stroked my back, and stopped teasing me. 'You're mean...,' I described with my tiring voice.

'I thought, you already know that.'

'But you're also kind,' I admitted, releasing my grip, and used his arm as my pillow, starting at the white ceiling.

'We'll talk about that concept later. What do you wanna talk 'bout?'

'About last evening.'

'Did that scum do something to you?'

'No, no! He didn't. He was going to do something to the girl though, so I wondered how is she.'

'She's fine.'

'And how is he?'

'The girl's father? The guy you chopped his neck is also fine.'

'No, I didn't mean that guy. You know who I meant.'

'The bullets didn't go through any main arteries, but he possibly might not walk, lift, or hear like he used to again. More, or less, a living hell for a normal person.'

'But he's not normal,' I concluded.

'We don't know what he'll do next, but he wouldn't be escaping Arkham anytime soon.'

'How could he escape the prison at the first place?'

'There was a jail break last two days, but the police kept it under the media. Also, authors seemed to like letting him out a load more when I'm in the story.'

'You stepped over the line.'

'What line? I don't give a shit.'

'The fourth wall line.'

He rolled his eyes at me. I sighed in defeat and let it go.

'So what did you do to him before we were there?' he questioned.

'He was going to spray something on me. I took it and sprayed it on him. Turns out, it's a sleeping gas. Yeah, I think that's it.'

'So did he get any on you?'

'No.'

'Good.'

'My gut says, there's something more than that. What do you think?'

'Sometimes there is. Sometimes there's none. He lived his life like it's a joke.'

'But does he not normally have poisonous laughing gas? Why is it only sleeping gas this time?'

Suddenly, the notification was sent to his phone. He sat up and reached for the phone with me in between. He checked it casually and left the phone alone despondently, after reading its content and laying back down. 'Two days in a row?' he questioned himself.

'If it's an emergency, I'm not going to hold you back. I'll get the pizza once it arrived, if you wanted,' I told him.

'Nah, they don't need me. It's just a bird can't even literally fly.'

Then, there was a ring from the lobby. 'That must be the pizza. I'll go get it,' I volunteered.

'They had already been paid, so just give the delivery man tips, if you want.'

'Okay,' I replied, heading down the elevator. I picked up the pizza and gave the delivery girl five bucks. She looked like a high schooler, but she already got a responsible and badass aura with her. Anyway, I liked her, so I gave her another ten dollars.

I placed the two round pizzas on the table and gave Jason fifteen dollars. 'That's for my pizza, included tax. Keep the change.'

'Keep it. The pizzas are on me. You've already tipped the girl.'

'Thanks! How did you know the delivery person is a girl? You were saying guy before.'

'Not just that, I know you gave her fifteen bucks.'

'Impressive. What gave away?' I said, bitting the slice of pizza in my hand.

'You gave me three five dollars notes, but you always have a ten and four five with you. That means you don't have a ten, and your wallet is empty.'

'That's true. I usually have my money on debit, but that doesn't answer how you know the gender. Oh! It's the security camera, wasn't it?'

'Yup, you gave her tip twice.'

'You're very good at what you're doing, no wonder why you could live as a P.I. Are you also a bounty hunter?'

'Sometimes. Now, I don't understand, do you know what my job is, or you don't.'

'I think I do, but I don't want to admit it. So bare with me until I could coop with the truth.'

He hesitated, before agreeing. 'Sure.'

'You know about my Instagram, right?'

'The one full of lies?'

'That's not full of lies!... Just not the whole truth...'

'I know. I also know you got more followers ever since you went to the gala. Be careful of those weird followers.'

'You mean "Timothy" that's the like the only one ever since the day?' I questioned, searching in my phone and saying only the name, not the ID.

'That's the tech guy. The creepiest guy of all us. He doesn't sleep.'

'Let's see, then,' I took a photo of focusing on the pizza I hold with the pizza box blurred as a background. "Healthy breakfast of the day!" I typed as a caption, and posted it. Millisecond after I posted, there was one view. I had been collecting like a hundred random followers over the course of two years, but I had never seen anyone check my post this enthusiastically! 'Wow! That was fast!'

'Told you so.'

'This is the guy that passed out on the stage, right?'

'Yeah.'

'Amazing! You got a brotherly-loving guy, a paragon, and a tech guy. That's just a perfect full house!'

'A paragon? Who?'

'Damian.'

'How is he perfect?'

'Didn't you see, up from the tip of his hair to the bottom of his shoes, nothing was available for evidence of where he had been. You really need practice to perfect such an effort. I can't even do!'

'I see what you mean.'

'You, sir, On the other hand, got plenty of clues for me. I wondered, can you comb your hair and make it stay?' I questioned, running my fingers in his damped hair.

'There were combed perfectly yesterday!'

'But it didn't last. It stayed only like two, or three hours. I think, I can do it with your hair still damp.'

'Give it a shot,' he said, scooting to the edge of the sofa, and gave me some space behind.

I ran to my room and picked up a brush and comb. I seated myself on the back edge of the sofa. I started by rubbing my hand on his hair to the side, but when I let go, they popped back up. I repeated multiple times, but it did not seem to understand the concept of laying low. 'Okay, I literally just smooth them down and they just went back to the same place!'

'Try drying them.'

I took the towel around his neck and shuffled it swiftly on his head.

'My hair won't dry, if you do it like that,' he turned to me.

'Pfft!' I held on to my stomach, trying not to laugh at the outcome. His hair was all over the place and stayed like that, spiky and unorganized.

'What are you laughing about?' he quested. I stretched for my phone and reflexed his face on the camera. He tried to smooth it down, but it would not move an inch. 'Holy shit! My hair really won't settle down does it!'

We laughed at the outcome for a while, until my stomach hurt. I looked at him, and I could stop myself to giggle a little more. 'Turn back. I'll dry them,' I spoke between my laughs.

I eventually got them dried with my hair dryer, and at last, his hair fell toward the ground slightly, becoming messy long-short hair with bangs. I ran my hand through his scalp once more, after his hair were nicely dried, and I felt this nice addictive rough surface created by the short cut. 'Seriously, I could play with your hair all day!'

'Ha ha ha, no. You're not playing with my head,' he said sarcastically.

'I wasn't going to,' I responded, sitting back down properly. 'Do you have anything, I could help with, today? I'm very bored. My boss won't let me go to work.'

'No, not really,' he answered, as there was an humongous crash outside in front of our window, and followed by a huge bird-like robotic foot.

'What was that?' I looked up to the window, and there was a giant robot penguin stomping along the road and destroying the what ever in front of him. I turned around, expecting Jason, but he was gone.