They hugged each other. It was dark and they sat on the porch of her house. Her parents weren't home and they had lost the key. Which meant they were locked out. It was cold, hence the reason they were attached, their arms rapped around each other. She couldn't say she didn't enjoy it though.

"Maggie?" He said, breaking the peaceful silence.

"Yeah Chris?" She asked. Her heart thumped in her chest. What was he going to say?

"I'm glad I met you." He whispered. She blushed, it was such a simple statement. Yet it meant so much. She then felt his fingers on her chin, lifting her face to meet his. Her heart beat faster, and her face reddened more than it had before. She was thankful for the darkness. But she wouldn't doubt that she was red enough for him to see her face in the dark. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. Her heart slowed, and she let out a sigh. She wasn't sure why. Was it relief? Or disappointment?

Maggie shook away the memory. She hated it that she now knew how close she and Chris had been. She wanted to be angry at him for leaving her, but all the memories of their times together were distracting her from her rage.

"Hey!" She rolled over to see Chris at her bedroom door. She narrowed her eyes. She didn't want to see his face, all she could think about was smacking him. She jumped off the bed. She walked slowly and calmly up to Chris. He looked down at her, smiling.

"You left me." She stated, whispering at first. "You left me!" She said again raising her voice to a scream. His smile dropped immediately. She continued to repeat that same thing, over and over, not even stopping when he grabbed her by the arms with an attempt to calm her down. He lifted his hand and smacked her across the face. It was then that she shut up. Maggie looked at him with disbelief. "You- you hit me."

"I'm sorry. You were being hysterical." She fumed. Breathing in and out quickly. "So," He paused, scratching the back of his head. He was obviously uncomfortable with the situation he was now in. "you remember?" He asked. She nodded.

"As much as I wish I didn't." She spat, stomping back to her bed and flopping on top of it. She was trying her best to be angry, act angry and look angry. She turned to the wall, opposite from where Chris stood.

"I'm sorry. But I came back! I went and got help!" He said in his defense. "I didn't think that all of this would happen if I left." That was true, and she knew it. It wasn't like he was able to see the future. He couldn't have possibly imagined the events that occurred because of the decision he made. But who could? She sighed. She was making a big deal out of nothing, really. It was pointless to be mad.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, sitting up. Chris took this opportunity to sit next to her on the bed. The corners of his mouth tugged up into a smile.

"It's fine. I can see why you would be mad." Maggie frowned.

"No. You need to be mad at me!" She looked at him, she eyes tearing up. "I blamed you for something that wasn't your fault. You can't just be okay with it." It wasn't right for her to be angry at him, and him to just be fine with it. "You have to be yelling and making-" He rapped his arm around her waist pulling her closer to him, pushing his lips against hers. Her eyes opened wider in surprise, but she relaxed in his arms letting them shut. His body was warm and his lips were inviting. Calling her and telling her to never leave. But they pulled apart soon, too soon for her. Their foreheads touched as they took deep breaths.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." He whispered, chuckling. She laughed lightly. Their eyes stayed shut, and they sat there for a long while until they heard Jillian, or Maggie's mother, come into the room.

"Oh! I'm so sorry." She exclaimed. Chris and Maggie jumped apart almost immediately. "No, no. Don't let me interrupt." She said, slowly walking out of the room, closing the door behind her. Maggie and Chris looked at each other, then laughed.

Chris, Maggie and her entire family sat on the couch in their living room. The news was on. A young woman stood, pointing at the the scene of Joker being hauled into a GCPD (Gotham City Police Department) truck. Poison Ivy and Killer Croc, who Maggie had learned were the ones that helped kidnap her, followed close behind. Poison Ivy and Joker were chained, and locked to a bolt in the floor of the truck while Killer Croc struggled to get out of a straight jacket. He was also chained and bolted to the floor. They would escape, eventually. Everyone knew it. But it was nice to know they would be gone for at least a month.

"It warms the hearts of citizens to know that our city is safe once more. And out freedom is given from the hands of none other than the Batman." The woman said. The TV shut off, and all heads turned to Maggie's dad, who wielded the remote.

"It's time for us all to go to sleep. It was nice having you over Chris. I'll drive you home." He said as they all stood. Chris and her dad walked out the door while Maggie and her brother headed upstairs to their bedrooms while their mother stayed downstairs cleaning up the remaining dishes and leftovers of dinner. Maggie closed her door once she came into her bedroom, and she laid on her bed pulling the blankets up to her chin. What would life be like now? It was going to be normal, hopefully. But then there was the question; what is normal? Maggie curled up into a ball to keep in the warmth.

This month was unforgettable.

EPILOGUE

The music played from inside and it got louder as the doors opened. Maggie and her fathers' arms were linked together and they walked between the pews. She was able to see through the thin materiel that made the veil which covered her face. As they came closer to the alter, Chris was more visible. He smiled at her. She looked to her father, who she hugged tightly. When they pulled apart, her father took the corners of the veil and lifted it over her head so her face was revealed. Then she climbed up the few steps to stand across from Chris. The took each others hands and looked to the priest who began to read from a small black book with large letters on the front that read "Holy Bible". They stared into each others eyes, both smiling.

"I, Chris Mallock, take thee, Maggie Hilton, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; and I promise to be faithful to you until death parts us." Chris said, after the priest had asked the question. He repeated the question, only this time pointing it towards Maggie.

"I, Maggie Hilton, take thee, Chris Mallock, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; and I promise to be faithful to you until death parts us." They smiled at each other again. The priest looked back to Chris.

"You may kiss the bride."

"With pleasure." Chris replied, taking Maggie by the waist with one hand and holding her and with the other. The kissed while the guests stood and clapped their hands. Maggie smiled to herself. Years earlier she had said that the month with amnesia was the most unforgettable. But this day was not only the best, but she wouldn't forget it.