This is perfect for me

So they say, I guess he's pretty okay

After years of stormy, sailing have I finally found the bay?

There's no happy ending, so they say

Not for me anyway

Should I stop pretending

-Doctor Horrible's Sing-a-long Blog

I frowned as I sat up. I was gonna kill her. She kept tapping though.

Tap tap tap. Tap tap tap. Tap tap tap.

"Seriously. It's called overkill, kid." I told her, popping my window open with a sigh. Hit Girl was followed in by Big Daddy. He cast the dozing boy on the floor a glance.

"Is he going to be a problem?"

"Who?" I asked, "Toddie? Nah, I'm pretty sure I could jack hammer a hole in the floor next to him and he'd sleep through it."

He let out a noise, but let it go. "We hear you've been having some trouble."

"Someone put a hit out on me."

Hit Girl lifted a brow at me under her mask. I couldn't see it, but I knew it was happening because she was using her 'eyebrow lift' scowl on me. "Why would anyone want to kill you?"

For some reason, I was insulted. "Because I'm awesome, Hit Girl."

She scoffed at me, "Yeah, I bet. I mean, you're kind of boring to be getting threatened, aren't you?"

Way to gun for the ego, Girlie. Ouch. I crossed my arms, "I'm not that boring."

"It probably has to do with your father," Big Daddy- god I hate that name- told me, inspecting my room carefully. "He has plenty of enemies."

Déjà vu hit me like a truck but I couldn't place it. "Yeah…"

"Plenty of enemies that could go after you as collateral."

Is it terrible that I appreciated him down talking me? "Like who?"

"The mob, drug cartel, it could be a number of people." He said. His frown deepened as his gaze once again settled on Todd. "Does your dad know you let little boys sleep with you?"

"He's on the floor, and no, he does not." I tucked my hands in my back pockets, "we're not on speaking terms anyway."

"Oh?" Hit Girl looked up at me. Gosh that little mask is adorable. "Why not?"

"Because he's an insensitive prick, but that's okay we've never been that close." Seeing the wheels turn in her tiny head I went on, "not like you and your Big Daddy."

Ugh, it's like it's her pimp's name. And not the good kind. I shouldn't feel dirty when I tell a child she's close to her dad. It's weird.

"Is that all?" BD asked, "What makes you think someone put a hit out on you?"

"Well, my sister's in the hospital. She said they were trying to send a message."

"Does anyone know your secret identity?" Hit Girl asked.

"Yes." I nodded, "but they're all in the business so I'm not worried."

BD tilted his head, still talking in that odd kind of Adam West drawl he has, "the business?"

"Superhero business." I expanded, adding, "And my mom…but I don't think she'd rat me out."

They nodded. Code of honor among supes and all that jazz. "Well." Big Daddy shook my hand firmly. "We'll keep an eye out for any suspicious characters."

"Thank you." I nodded to them before walking them to my window. "I appreciate it, guys."

"Yeah, just try to keep your ass out of trouble," Hit Girl chided, climbing out first. "And maybe you won't end up like your stupid sister."

I almost did it. I almost shoved her out the window. BD must've noticed because he hurried her along. "Come on, sweetpea, time to go."

I grinned at the pet name and watched as he lowered her to the ground carefully. Aw. Shaking my head, I slipped back into bed, Todd's faint snores lulling me back to sleep.

When I woke the next morning, Todd was going through my drawers. Unsettled, I glared at his back as he continued to toss things on my floor. Why was everyone so set on snooping? Hit Girl was wrong, clearly I was interesting, or people would stay the fuck out of my dresser.

"Toddie."

His back stiffened, "Yeah…yeah, Carm?"

"What're you doing?" I asked calmly. Sitting up I eyed a bowl of cereal on my night stand and snatched it. "I'm eating this."

Todd turned to me, rolling his eyes in the process as he spun a pair of my underwear around his finger. Kid's a multi-tasker, I will give him that. I frowned as he spoke, "I got it for you anyway." He plopped down on the edge of my bed. He's lucky I didn't spill any milk or not only would he be doing my laundry, but I'd have to cut a bitch.

Like that chick from Atomics.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Todd asked, an uneasy look in his eyes as the red cleared from my vision.

"Huh?"

He waved a hand in front of his face, "All angry and murderous. Not a good look for you, babe."

I flushed. "Oh, no I was thinking about something else, sorry."

"No problem," His shoulders bobbed as he shrugged. A moment passed as we stared at each other. "So…Tanis is up. She's watching Cats Don't Dance in the living room…"

"You wanna go watch it with her, don't you?" I smirked. It widened with he cleared his throat and nodded. "Alright, fine, let me put some pants on."

"Awesome." He patted my knee through my comforter and went to leave the room. Todd stopped in the doorway as I threw off my blanket, revealing a pair of black and red boxers that Chris had left here during our…rendezvous.

"Yes, Toddie?"

"Did…was Ian…" He fumbled over his words a moment.

"Yes, Toddie?" I repeated, mocking him as I picked a discarded pair of pants off the floor.

He cleared his throat again, "did you and Chris really hook up?"

"You heard that, huh?" I tightened the drawstring on the track pants. "Yeah. We did."

A guarded look past over his boyish features a moment. But he bounced back quickly and grinned at me. "You go girl!"

I quirked a brow at his choice of congratulations. "Okay…so…Cats Don't Dance?"

The trip to the living room was a short one, and I found myself smirking at the sight of Tanis, staring intently at the screen. Too intently, as she kept missing her mouth when she rose her spoon to her lips, attempting to shovel in cereal. She had a kind of glazed look over her eyes. Whether it was from lack of sleep, too much sleep or just good old fashion worry, I couldn't say.

Todd slipped on to the couch, and I followed suit.

As time went on, I noticed some unsettling things. First off, none of us were watching the movie. Not to mention Tanis was crying, and Todd was staring at me. Personally, I was ignoring everything, clutching my cellphone waiting for my mom to call and update me on Ivy even though I know she's fine.

So when the door bell rang I heaved a sigh of relief and hopped up to get it. I was expecting Ian- come to apologize with his tail betwixt his legs- but got a completely different person.

A female person, like with breasts and everything.

I was not pleased. "Uh…hi."

"Hey Carrie." She smiled at me, showing off cute braces.

Oh shit she knows me. Do I know her? Where do I know her from? This began as a mantra in my head as my face paled and her grin dampened.

"You don't know who I am, do you?" She asked with pursed lips. Her bright red hair shown in the early afternoon sun as I started chewing on my tongue.

"Gimmie a sec." I squinted at her. She was cute. My age. Red hair, green eyes, braces, bigger boobs than me. I nodded, pointing. "Frankie Contenna. You were in my art class, we spent most of it making fun of the teacher right before his break down."

She beamed at me. "That's me. For a second there, I thought…well…" Her shoulders bobbed sheepishly.

"I'd forgotten who you were?" I offered, opening the door a bit and inviting her in, "Don't take it personally, I can't remember my own name half the time."

"One of the terrible side affects of ADD no doubt," Frankie smirked at me as she sauntered in. "I was wondering if you wanna partner up for registration tomorrow? I mean, it's pretty much you or that bitch Natasha."

"Oh, well, thanks Frankie." I shook my head. Then realized I was still in my pjs and crossed my arms over my chest. No one needs to see headlights.

She shrugged, "No problem. So, how 'bout it?"

I tilted my head at her, "How'd you get roped into reg? I thought they only had jocks working for them this year."

"Chess team," She pointed to herself with mock enthusiasm. "That's me."

Something clicked in the back of my mind and I beamed at her. Apparently this caught her off guard because I saw her visibly flinch away from me. I toned it down a little. "Are you single?"

"And flattered, but Carrie, I really only like you as a friend-"

"Fuck you, Contenna!" I was sexy! If I wanted I could turn this little bitch in a heart beat! But no, I had more noble plans for her in mind. "I have this friend, Marty, and he's a bastard, and I think you'd like him."

Her green eyes stared at me skeptically for an uncomfortably long time. "Wow. That's really how you're gonna sell it to me huh?"

I shrugged, "I like the quick and honest route." I tapped my temple, "ADD."

"Right. Well, tell you what," Frankie smirked at me, the sunlight glinting off her braces as she spoke, "You partner up with me tomorrow and I'll go out with your little friend."

I shook the hand that was offered to me. "Thank you."

"He wouldn't happened to be the lanky guy watching us from the doorway, would he?"

"No, that's Toddie." I paused before adding, "He's mine. But Dave and Marty are totally up for grabs…well, Dave will be once he goes back in the closet and Marty is into Erica but she's a total bitch and last night I found out he actually has a soul so, yeah, I'm gonna give him to you."

Annnnnd she was staring again.

"Okay." Frankie nodded, clearly uneased by, well, me. "Well, I should be going…I'll see you tomorrow, kay?"

I nodded, ushering her out the door. "Okay." I shot Todd a glare as we passed him. "I'll catch you in the auditorium, alright?"

"Cool." She nodded and left, "See ya."

I raised my hand, "Bye."

Todd had disappeared from the doorway when I turned back to face him. And by face I mean destroy that eavesdropping little bastard!

"I didn't mean to!" He shrieked from the living room.

I had just started to stomp towards him (and his impending doom) when my cell rang. Flipping it open without looking at it, I snapped, "Hello?"

"Uh, hi."

My tone lightened as I left the room, "Oh, hey Chrissy."

"Well, don't get all excited on my account." He chuckled over the line and I felt myself smiling despite myself. "What's up? I meant to call yesterday but my dad-"

"Don't worry about it." I sighed, "I wouldn't of answered anyway."

There was a brief moment of dead air before he asked, "Am I in trouble?"

"Huh? No, of course not, things have just been kind'a hectic over here."

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah. No." I shrugged, though he couldn't see me. I could feel Todd's eyes on my back though. If I was lucky he'd stay behind me so I could finish this call without bawling. "I don't know."

"What's up?" he repeated, and I could hear shuffling over the line.

"My sister's in the hospital. She's fine, but I don't know. It's been…weird. Ian's moving and Toddie's being all sketchy and Frankie came over and now I have to convince her to fuck Marty because I owe him for being such a nice boy and I've been rambling a lot today, haven't I?" I directed the last bit at Todd, who was now sitting across from me.

He nodded silently as he put his hand over mine. He thumbed my wrist a moment and I glared at him as tears pricked my eyes.

"Are- are you okay, Care?" I heard Chris ask over the line, and forgetting myself I nodded. "Carrie?"

"Yeah, I'm okay." I muttered, looking away from the doe eyes as I felt my cheeks warm. Stupid Bambi eyes.

"You want me to come over?"

"No." And I didn't. I didn't need two sets of big brown eyes on me, not to mention Tanis. Christ. "But maybe we could go out later?"

I felt Todd's hand slip from mine and seconds later he was out of the room. I quirked a brow at his retreating form, but listened intently as Chris spoke. "That's cool. Whenever you want, kay, babe?"

"Okay." I cleared my throat. "How'd your dad take you coming in so late?"

I could hear his smile over the phone, and one of my own tugged at my lips, "He was actually pretty cool about it. How'd your mom take it?"

"Same. Look, Chrissy, I gotta go, alright?"

"Yeah, that's fine." There was a hinge in his voice but I ignored it as he went on. "Take care of yourself, 'kay?"

"Okay."

"Love you."

I stiffened, but managed to choke out, "Love you, too, Chrissy."

Snapping my phone shut, I felt tears prick my tears. If I meant why did it feel so much like a lie?

A/N: First off: Sorry for the wait. I had writer's block. Secondly, I'm doing a sequel since I got the first issue of KA Vol. 2 today. I wonder…if I'm sending the right vibes with this story. Anyway…It'll have a lot of OCs, and some graphic imagery, and be based off the new comics. This series only has maybe 5 or 6 chapters left so tell me what you think. Even if it's just how bad I suck for making you wait. Also, i just want to say; Mark Miller stole my idea! There i said it. It's about one of the characters in the Justice Forever league. But I'll get over it.