Well, um...HI!!

I kinda dunno what to write for today's author's note except LEGO BATMAN ROCKS MY SOCKS!!

To bad I don't own anything... or lego batman :( or febreeze or the sixth sense or anything else that is copyrighted...

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"Wait...He's a friend of yours?" S.K asked puzzled as he looked down at Tim on the floor clutching his nose.

"Yes he is! Why the hell did you do that S.K?" I yelled at him. I ran over to Tim's side and helped him up.

"Um...Honestly, I don't know..I just kinda smelt him and my fist acted before my brain did...I think..." He chuckled at himself, "I didn't hit him hard, just enough to give him a bloddy nose." I frowned at him and turned back to Tim.

"Are you okay? What are you even doing here?" I asked as I checked out his nose. It was bleeding, I look away before my stomach reacted.

"I was actually sent by you know who and I'm not talking Voldemort you Harry Potter nerd," he chuckled. "I'm supposed to be keeping an eye on you." He looked up at who punched him. "Wait...Isn't he the guy you're after? And not in the good way...Like 'After' after, as in like killing, not like going out after-"

"Shut up Tim." I told him. He smiled.

"Um, so like, I gotta go...to biology...like now. BYE!" S.K started to turn around but Tim tripped him and S.K flipped out of the way and laughed.

"Ah, so you want a fight...I get it..." S.K swung at Tim, Tim dodged it quickly and threw a left hook, S.K ducked and pushed me into the crowd of spectators who were chanting "Fight! Fight! Fight!". I rolled my eyes and watched, knowing I couldn't separate the two.

S.K threw a roundhouse kick that Tim ducked under with ease. Tim reached a hand out and grabbed S.K's arm and flipped him over his shoulder S.K, landed with ease and kicked Tim in the back. I winced as Tim hit the lockers.

I dimly heard sombody yell for a teacher but otherwise ignored any noise.

S.K laughed his evil piano laugh and Tim bounced off the wall and hit S.K in the gut.

"OUUUUUWWWWCCCCCHHH!" Tim whimpered as he grabbed his hand. I chuckled with S.K. Well... we laughed until the teachers came anyway. I looked around, everyone was gone except us three.

Crap.

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"I'm shocked that this happened. Marie you're a young lady you shouldn't be throwing punches." Principal Damon scolded me, his gorgeous brown eyes furious. I looked down abashed.

"Dude, it really wasn't her fault. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time," S.K tried to help me out. The principal turned to glare at him giving me a view of his perfect butt, I'm sorry to say it but he is HOT!

"You're already on my list Mr. Kenna so don't try anything funny." I chuckled under my breath at his forged record name. Kenna didn't suit him as well as Kilstreth. S.K smiled at Mr. Damon

"Just because I smoked ONE ciggeratte on campus, I apologized for it didn't I?"

"No...You blew smoke in my face and told me to stop 'bugging', whatever that means." He looked at S.K he grinned sheepishly.

"Blowing smoke, apologizing...Same thing to me." Mr. Damon's flawless face turned bright red in anger. He took a moment to compose himself and turned to Tim.

"I would expect more from you as well considiring this is your first day and Bruce Wayne recommended you specifically." S.K coughed and it sounded like 'paid you off'. I giggled quietly.

"Well, I don't want to suspend all three of you, it would look horrible on our school records. So detention for a month." Tim and I groaned S.K looked confused. He raised his hand.

"Yes Mr.Kenna?" He asked curiously.

"Can I be expelled and those two go free of no detentions...I did throw the first punch, and don't worry I'm okay with being a martyr for these two. I'll take the heat...seriously!"

"You get two months detention." He stated simply. S.K flipped a bitch.

"FUCK-NUGGETS!" He screamed and threw the empty chair across the room. It got stuck in the wall.

"Three months." Principal Damon growled.

"Bitch!" S.K said and stormed out.

"FOUR MONTHS DETENTION!" Mr. Damon called out the door.

S.K came back in and was about to say a string of curses when I quietly tried to stop him...It was a vain hope.

"Stop while you're ahead S.K" I whispered to him. He didn't listen.

"You know what?! Fuck this and you fucking mother!" He ran over to the principal's desk and flipped it. "I'm fucking quitting school! FUCK YOU!" He flipped the prinicpal, who was currently stunned, off and walked out pissed off big time. I looked over at Tim. He was in shock too.

"Should..." Mr. Damon cleared his throat, "Should I call his parents?" I shook my head. It wasn't like he had anybody to call anyway...

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After school and my detention (most boring thing of my life) I searched around for that infamous odd hairstyle. I looked for about ten minutes until I heard my name being called.

"What do you want, Tim?" I sighed as he approached. He smiled happily, completely oblivious to my annoyance. He was part of the reason my perfect record was tarnished.

"I'm going over your house to talk to Ricky!" He replied happily. I rolled my yes at him.

"His name's Richard. And I'm not going home just yet. I'm looking for someone right now." I craned my head and looked around Tim. His face fell the tiniest bit.

"Oh? You have a boyfriend...I should have known. So um... Who is he?" He nudged me with his elbow playfully. I looked up exhasperated.

"I don't have a boyfirend. I'm looking for the kid who punched you in the face." I smiled grimly at the memory. I wanted to punch him right now myself.

His smile returned. "You don't have a boyfriend? That's great! I'm mean uh...That sucks." He then frowned, "That was S.K wasn't it? The guy who killed Brendon. Why is he still here?" His face grew serious and he looked more like my dad's version of Robin than Tim, the boy blunder.

I didn't have time to tell Tim that S.K wasn't bad anymore because an icy hand had grabbed me and ran. Everything went by in a blur and three seconds later I was at what used to be Titans Tower.

"What's with the giant 'T', love?" He asked polietly. I rolled my eyes again.

"It's Titans Tower. My parents used to live here when they were our age...Well, my age. It's an old superhero headquaters." I looked up at it with S.K in admiration.

"Well, It's my headquaters now," S.K stated plainly. "Considering I don't have a home anymore." He walked up to the door and pushed it open with ease, "Well, come on, then!" He ushered me inside.

It was dark and cold and smelled like old tofu. Dust clouded every inch of furniture in the main hallway. I looked around at my parents past in awe while S.K looked thoughtful.

"Hm... A little dusty, but it'll do great for me! Now I just gotta get a goddamned air freshner...Maybe Febreeze, this place smells like nasty gym socks." He wrinkled his pale nose in disgust.

I chuckled at him. "You're close. It's tofu, Mr. Logan eats that nasty stuff like religion." I smiled sadly, Brendon enjoyed tofu too, even though he perferred meat.

"Oh, stop moping Junior. Your negative thoughts are annoying." I nodded and tried to get rid of the lump that was in my throat. Then my curiosty got the better of me. "How did you know I was upset?"

He gave me a bright, beaming 100 watt-smile, "I was wondering when you would ask. I can hear negative thoughts. Only negative ones. So earlier today, when you were pissed off with Timmy boy, I heard every last one of those thoughts. And his negative thoughts when you said you were looking for someone. He was very, very upset," he mock pouted. "So I saved you the aggravation of dealing with him by taking you real-estate hunting with me!"

"So...only negative ones? That's odd..." I pondered for a moment, wondering if I should ask the question forming on my lips. "What could Elana do?"

"The exact oppisite of me," he frowned. "I don't know how in detail you want me to go into the whole 'vampire special powers' thingy, you might get freaked out..."

"No I won't! I'm fifteen years old, I'm not scared of horror stories anymore." He laughed at me pouting.

"You say fifteen like you're ancient. Try being a couple thousand years old, then we'll talk." He adjusted his sunglasses and became serious again. "I guess I'll tell you, it's not that big a deal...Okay...Um... You know that homo movie 'The Sixth Sense' and the dude's all like 'I see dead people?' Well, since I'm so much cooler, I hear dead people. I can hear Brendon telling me to say 'I love you' and 'Space monkeys'..Whatever the fuck THAT means, " I laughed at Brendon and my own inside joke. "To you every now and then but I kinda forget... Anywho, I'm also linked by mind with Elana, it happens when you're bitten by a vampire. Why? I don't know okay?" He smiled, knowing me well. "That's why I said her name when I was trying to kill you and you were like W.T.F? She was pestering me not to kill you. She's a great person when it comes to values. We have mental chit-chats a lot."

"Is that the reason why you were put in Arkham?" I asked.

He laughed, "One of many...So anywho, Elana. She's my oppisite, if you couldn't already tell from the 'good values' crap that's imprinted in her brain. Even our hair colors are oppisite, white and black. That was just a coincidence though. She can hear people's positive thoughts and can manipulate the mind of mortal humans." He spoke proudly of his wife and a tiny smile hinted at the corners of his mouth.

We had wandered aimlessly around the empty tower, sharing stories of his time and my own, for hours. We had finally reached the last door.

"The roof," I stated and we assended up the stairs.

"I like the view from up here, It's very...open." S.K said as we looked at Jump city's skyline. I skipped happily to the edge of the roof and sat down to look out at the setting sun, orange, pink, and gold dancing across the sea and sky.

"Yeah, it's nice up here. Dad told me this was his thinking spot." I gazed out at the ocean, lost in my thoughts and the salty smell of the ocean breeze.

"Well, well, well, isn't this touching...A nice friendship Kodak moment..These moments bring tears to my eyes." I turned at the new voice in the conversation.

"Joker," I hissed. He smiled brightly.

"Ding, ding ding! We have a winner! Let me tell you what you've won!" He laughed insanely and pulled his knife from his pocket. I stood at the edge, ready to leap if necassary.

"You brought me here to kill me?" My head whipped around to S.K

"No! I didn't- he wasn't- I'm not- Aw, fuck, you're not going to believe me anyways so what's the point in telling you." He folded his arms across his chest and watched the scene between the Joker and myself.

"Ha! You thought this was his plan?! To bring you all the way up here for me to kill you!? HAHAHA! He left to go on the 'good' side. But really, he's not that good at all, I don't know why he tries to be a hero when he always ends up the villian! HAHAHA!" The Joker walked towards me chuckling his knife glinting off the setting sun's rays. I was rooted to the spot, confused.

"What are you talking about?" I asked him. S.K answered for him.

"I decided to get out of the Joker's stupid plan. It wasn't all that great. I'm trying to lay low for a while...No promises for that though." I cocked my head to the side in confusion.

"Why?" I looked quickly at the Joker slowly gaining steps on me and calculated the odds of flying away now. They weren't that great. I reached into the back pocket of my jeans to call the Titans as S.K went on.

"I want to stay out of Arkham. I'm too normal for a place like that." He laughed at himself. "Ha, me! Normal! HA!" He snorted lost in his own joke while the Joker rolled his eyes.

"Some people never get true comedy..." He muttered. He was close enough to be able to reach out with his knife and slice me in half but he didn't. He just kept coming closer. "Smile for the last time, baby bird. Death isn't as fun with a frown." My left foot teetered of the edge dangerously. I knew if I tried to fly now, I'd be sliced in half before I was two feet away. My right foot slipped off. I shifted my weight hoping vainly to stay on my left foot for a little while longer. The Joker laughed at me, his pale face plastered in that perment smile. I took a glance at S.K, He was holding his head in pain.

"SHUT THE HELL UP BOTH OF YOU!" He yelled falling to his knees. "Stop ganging up on me!"

My left foot shook as it tried to hang on and my eyes widened in fear. The Joker laughed and pushed me off the remainder of the tower. I drew a long breath and closed my eyes, falling actually wasn't that bad at all. It was only the sudden stop that would be painful. I grew nearer and nearer to the ground until I heard S.K call my name. I opened my eyes and notice just how close to the ground I was I flipped in the air once and landed on the ground with little grace.

"S.K JUMP!" I called to him. I didn't get a response back.

"Mar'i! Mar'i" I turned to Wally's voice. He was running toward me the rest of the Titans in tow. "What's going on? Why are you at the Tower? Why are you still in your school uniform?" He cocked his head to the side his blue eyes sparkling with confusion.

"Don't have time to explain," I told him shifting into 'leader' mode. "A friend needs our help. TITANS GO!" We all ran up to the roof to see some of what must have been an intense battle.

S.K had multiple tears on his shirt and on his skin, blood trickling down sickeningly and unhealthily. With the amount of blood on the ground he should have been way past dead. But then again, it is S.K I'm talking about. One of the lenses in his sunglasses were gone, showing his angered red eyes, the other lense was cracked. His fangs were more pronounced than I had ever seen (granted, I had only seen them up close once) while a hiss rang out in his vocal chords. His left, bloodied, arm looked broken in serveral places.

The Joker looked like he was in a lot worse pain than S.K, yet less blood showed on his part. I think the only thing that was actually bleeding were his nose and mouth, everything else looked bruised, broken, or smashed. I'm guessing S.K had done that to keep himself out of temptation's way. To make sure he wouldn't lose himself to the scent of blood. He wanted The Joker to suffer. The Joker's right arm looked more like a piece of flab than a structered arm, I could see four fractures automatically. His ribs were in danger of punctering his lungs and his right leg was limp. The Joker's clothes were tattered and slightly bloodied but he continued to fight S.K as best he could. His smile was the only thing still perfectly in place.

"You're going to have to do better than that to kill me!" He chortled as S.K threw a right hook that The Joker dodged easily.

"I'm not going to kill you. Hell's too good of a place for a piece of shit like you." S.K threw back at him, kicking him in the stomach mercilessly. The Joker flew five feet across the roof almost falling off it until his left arm grabbed ahold of the edge tightly. Everyone but April and S.K ran to the edge. The Joker looked up an apologetic smile on his face.

"Mar'i, Mar'i, you know I was only joking! A bit of a laugh is good for a person you know!" He gulped as he looked down and his words became more rushed, "Honestly this was really all S.K's idea! I swear! He's a double agent!" I stepped on his hand and he winced.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kick you're hand off right now?" I asked him, he gave a nervous chuckle.

"Because you're too good of a person to kill somebody else!" He told me. He had me there. But I wasn't going to let that get to me.

"You killed Brendon, tried to kill my entire family and you expect me to let you live?" I asked disbelievingly. He nodded quickly. "You're wrong." And I kicked his hand off the edge. He let out a wail of fear- -

A pale hand shot out and grabbed his right arm.

"April?" Miki questioned astonished. April said nothing, she tucked a strand of her long, straight, violet hair and pulled The Joker up.

"We're heros," She said, her wind-chime voice quiet. "However evil they may be, no matter who they kill," she looked over at me, her jade eyes sorrowful. I winced slightly as I realized that I let Brendon's true murderer be known in front of everyone. "No matter what wrong they do, we're supposed to let them live." She pulled The Joker back onto the edge. He smiled thankfully.

"You are a saint! A heroine! A true pure spirit! Thank you so much! And goodbye!" He quickly pulled out his knife and stabbed her in the stomach, then pushed her off the edge of the Tower.

"APRIL!" We all screamed in unison.

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Well, major cliffy there! Katie wants to kill me for leaving it off there and I'm sure most of you guys do to. SORRY!

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SuperJGirl5