Roxy's POV

John and I were in the station when the Wayne Foundation party was going on. Of course, John was being a complete ass about me not going. I was just tired of hearing him talk on the phone to some "concerned citizen" asking about something stupid. At least, that's what I got from hearing John.

"Seriously, Rox. I don't understand why a pretty face like yours is here when you could be showing off at the party. I mean, what could go wrong?" John asked me.

"John, I told you. I have nothing to prove to those rich, stuck up snobs. They mean nothing to me, the party would just be boring," I told him.

"But, come on. I've seen that pretty dress you have in your closet."

"And how you could you have possibly seen that? Were you snooping in my apartment, Blake," I asked him.

"I would never. But I think the shine on the black would trick them into thinking it was real silk," he smiled at me.

"Robin John Blake, I swear. That is the last time I give you a key to my apartment. Give it back," I said as I walked over to his desk with my hand held out. He gave it to me.

"Fine. I mean, it's not I haven't made a copy," he said and smirked. I saw Commissioner Gordon come in. I remembered that he was supposed to be at the party.

"Whatever," I said and dropped the key back into his expectant hand. I went back to my desk while John went to tell Gordon about the phone calls.

I watched as the two of them come back down the stairs from the rooftop. Gordon and John came over to my desk. I looked up from some paperwork that I was scanning through.

"Commissioner Gordon, my lovely partner, Miss Roxanne-" John was cut off by Gordon.

"-Fuentes. I know her, Officer Blake," he said.

"What? How?" John asked.

"Let's just say that he was the only babysitter my sister Polly could afford," I said to John's question.

"And, I would remember a name like that coming across my desk. What was it... A year or two ago, two girls with the same last name were going to Arkham?" Gordon asked.

"Yeah, well, you know that I told you everything about my sisters. Even if one of them was supposed to be a secret," I said and laughed.

We all laughed and Gordon told us to go home. John drove us back to the apartment complex and I said goodnight to him at the door. We hugged but, like always, I felt like I held on too tight or too long.

"Hey, Fuentes," I heard John say as I was about to close the door.

"Yeah," I said as I opened the door a little to look out at him.

"You should really think of a time to wear that dress," he said and smirked at me. I gasped and went to smack him but he was already running down the hall.

"Don't forget, Blake. I know where you live," I yelled just before he got into the elevator.

The Next Day

John and I were called to investigate a body that was found that came from the sewers. We asked the guy about it.

"They wash up here a couple times a month. Or more when it gets colder, homeless sheltering in the tunnels," the construction guy told us. "We pulled him from the basin, but othan that, we didn't touch him."

John went up and looked at the boy but I knew something was wrong when he looked at the boy's face. "What?" I asked him.

"Name's Jimmy, he's from St. Swithins. It's the boys home I-" John stopped. I looked at him but he just motioned for me to come with him. We went to the boys home that John had mentioned. "Stay in the car," he said. I scoffed and got out anyways. I went up the stairs and John went to talk to the owner.

I went up to where I knew the boys would be. I remember I used to visit here when Polly knew Gordon wasn't going to be able to watch me. I remember I used to play with a younger boy... Actually, now that I think about it, the boy reminded me of John. I wonder... I walked over to where two boys were sitting on the bleachers. One of them was drawing the symbol of the Batman and the other looked like he was keeping to himself. I walked over to the one drawing the symbol.

"Are you Mark?" I asked. He looked up at me but didn't answer the question.

"Yeah, but you won't get much out of him. He only talks to this other cop," the other kid said.

"His name's John, Alex," Mark said.

"John Bake?" I asked. Mark nodded. I bent down so I could look at him. He looked up at me. "You know, he's a good friend of mine. Actually, he's my partner," I told Mark.

"Yeah, whatever. The only person you could possibly be is the pretty girl, Roxy, he always talks about," Mark said.

I stood up tall and held out my hand. "Well, Mark, pleasure to meet you. I'm Roxanne, but you can call me Roxy," I said and winked at him.

"Oh no, I hope you didn't tell her my secret Mark," I heard John say from behind me. I turned and smirked at him. Payback time.

"Oh, of course he didn't. I mean, unless your secret was that you cuddle with a stuffed pink pig from your childhood. Oh, and that you suck on your thumb when you sleep," I smirked and giggled at John. I turned to Mark. "Nice to meet you, Mark. And your secret is safe with me," I told him and held out my pinky. He hooked his pinky into mine and I winked at him.

I walked back down the stairs and into the car. John came down a few minutes later and he drove us back to the station. I got out and he told me that our victim might have been working in the sewers. I found that unusual since there were almost completely no mobs to work for. I told John this and he said he would sleep on it.

I drove us home today and we said goodbyes. I went into my apartment and I layed down on my bed. I fell asleep only to be woken from a nightmare only a few hours later. I couldn't remember anything about it except that it had woken me up and now, I couldn't fall back asleep. I did the only thing I could do. I grabbed a blanket, pulled it tight around me, and went to John's apartment. I had my clothes for tomorrow with me and the hope that I would be okay. John answered the door with bloodshot eyes and a yawn.

"Rox? What are you doing here?" he asked as he rubbed his eyes.

"I had a nightmare. Is it ok if I crash here tonight?" I asked him.

"Yeah, sure. Come on in," he said as he opened the door. I was about to go to the couch when I felt his hand on my shoulder. He grabbed everything except my blanket from me, put it on the couch and then grabbed my hand. He pulled me into his room.

"John, really, I can go sleep on the couch. It doesn't bother me," I told him.

"Yeah, but it'll bother me," he said.

He grabbed my blanket from around my shoulders and put it on top of his blanket that was on his bed. He pulled back the covers and motioned for me to get on the bed. When he knew I was situated, he crawled in behind me. At first, it was awkward because we had our backs turned to each other. I told him I didn't want any funny business. I heard him sigh before I felt him turn around and then his arm was around my waist.

"John," I whined.

"I don't wanna hear it. There is absolutely no funny business. Just go to sleep," he said. His breath tickled my ear and I shivered. I felt him smirk at my reaction and I almost elbowed him.

"Whatever. Goodnight, John," I said even though I was getting major butterflies.

"''Night, Rox," he said. I fell asleep to John's soft breath tickling my ear. I had no more nightmares that night.