As soon as Jay knew Blake was home from school, he threw Justin on top of his shoulders, and headed over to Blake's house.

Blake answered the door, smirking, and Justin immediately reached out for him, "Play! Play! Play! Play!"

"Uh, hi Blake." Jay mumbled.

Blake nodded, "Jay, was it?"

"Yeah."

"Come on in." Blake said, and Jay followed him inside. Surprisingly, Blake's house wasn't dark at all. It was bright, with a tan on white color scheme that looked really nice. Photos with cool frames and modern art hung on the walls.

When Blake passed the kitchen, he called out, "Mom, I'm gonna be down in my room, with my friends, okay?"

Jay heard an exasperated woman sigh, and to his surprise, a beautiful woman with curly strawberry blonde hair walked out of the kitchen, and her eyes rested on Jay. She immediately blinked several times, "Blake, he's your friend?"

Jay smiled at her, holding out his hand, "Jay Todd."

The woman shook his hand, "Elliot Scotch." She turned back to Blake. "Blake, I like this friend."

Blake snorted, "Yeah, because you're both conformist."

Justine piped up, tired of being ignored, "I wanna listen to Black Veil Brides!"

Elliot looked up at Justine, "Oh, you're little sister? If you want, I'll put on some of my daughter's old Barbie movies for her, so you boys can play alone."

"No way Mom, that kid's hardcore." Blake said.

"No thank you Ma'am." Jay said politely.

"Die conformist!" Justin spat angrily, jabbing her finger at Elliot.

Elliot looked at Justine oddly, "Um, okay then…"

Blake took Jay down into the basement, and Jay understood why Blake stayed down here. It was probably the biggest room in the house, and every wall was covered in posters of bands, weird symbols, and pictures of weapons and torture scenes Blake had probably drawn himself. Along with the stereotypical emo stuff, Blake also had several comic book figures on one wall. Rorschach, Night Owl, and the other Watchmen, some of the Minutemen too.

Blake was one surprise after another.

Justin scrambled down from Jay's shoulders, immediately scurried under Blake's bed, coming out with a big plastic box, filled with CD's. "What are those?"

Blake shrugged, "Most of them aren't appropriate unless I'm alone, and actually feeling lonely, others are music." He grabbed one off the top, handing it to Justine, "Pop it in."

Justine slapped the CD into the player, turning the volume up, and plopped down, happily listening to music screaming about death and sadness while she played with Blake's action figures.

Jay sat down on the bed with Blake, "Why'd you cover for me?"

Blake shoved his nose into a book about Edward Poe. "Simple thank you would do."

"No, I mean, thank you, but why?"

"Why not?" Blake snapped, "Don't be a girl Jay."

Justine's head snapped up at Blake, "Hey!"

"You're not a girl Justin, you're Batman." Blake said halfheartedly.

"Okay." Justin said, shrugging it off.

Jay sighed, "Look Blake, you don't owe me anything. I've heard all the crap the other kids in the neighborhood say about you, and I've never contradicted them once. I never stand up for you!"

"That doesn't matter." Blake said, putting his book down and looking up at Jay, "The only thing that matters is that you've never said the things they have. You never call me a freak. You don't leave little notes in my locker telling me to go back to Hell so I can annoy my birth father a little more. You don't ask me how I got rid of the three sixes on my forehead. Honestly, Jay, I've considered suicide before, and the only reason I don't do it some days is because then that would just prove right every punk ass kid in this neighborhood that like to pretend that they don't go to dark places in their mind too. Now for the love of God, stop being such a girl and just put on some eyeliner."

Jay paused, then sighed, realizing in a situation like this, with someone like Blake, you just needed to be comforting. "Blake, if you ever do commit suicide, I will dig you up from your grave, and set you on fire."

Blake paused, "That would make a great song title. I'll make up the lyrics later."

Jay raised an eyebrow at Blake, "Dude, why are you depressed all the time? Dressing like this can't help much."

"You're such a conformist Jay." Blake snorted, "I wasn't depressed until about two days after I started dressing like this. The minute I put on a black t-shirt, a wrist band, and drew circles under my eyes, every single friend I had deserted me, and started hanging out with dime in a dozen guys like Matthew. That's when this started up."

Blake pulled back his shirt sleeve, showing deep scars down his wrist in a crisscross pattern. "I stopped three months ago, haven't touched the razor since. My parents tried to get me counseling, I just told my shrink to shove it."

Jay bit his lower lip, "Hey, you ever play basketball?"

"That's pointless."

"The point is fun." Jay said, and then gestured around the room, "And if your being honest, all this must be some kind of fun for you, otherwise, you would have started wearing blue jeans and Gap shirts a long time ago."

"… you ever heard of Hollywood Undead?"

"Never." Jay brushed off.

"They've got this great song, it's called Bullet." Blake said, swapping the CD's out of his player.

"What's it about?" Jay asked.

"Suicide."

"Right, naturally."

To his surprise, when the lyrics started, Justine started singing along with the band.

She jumped up and down, singing the song with her tiny little voice while Blake shouted them out with his deep baritone.

"My legs are dangling off the edge,

the bottom of the bottle is my only friend!

I think I slit my wrists again, and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone.

My legs are dangling off the edge, a stomach full of pills didn't work again!

I'll put a bullet in my head, and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone."

Blake jumped in, "I went to far, now I'm gone again.

It's gone on to long, tell you how it ends.

I'm sitting on the edge with my two best friends,

one's a bottle of pills, and one's a bottle of gin.

I'm twenty stories up, yeah I'm up at the top.

I polished off the bottle and it's sliding me off.

Asphalt to me has never looked so soft.

My mom got my letter and she's called the cops."

"I gotta take this opportunity before I miss it,

cause now I hear the sirens, yeah they're off in the distance." Justin giggled.

Does she even know what she's singing about?

"Believe me when I say that I've been persistent,

but now my mind is scared, more scared than my wrist is.

I've been trying to long with to dull a knife,

but tonight I made sure that I sharpened it twice."

They continued, "I've never bought a suit before in my life,

but when you go to meet God, you know you wanna look nice."

Nope, she probably didn't.

LATER THAT NIGHT WITH KIM AND JUSTIN:

"When is Daddy coming home?" Justin asked, yawning, as Kim picked her up out of the bathtub, wrapping a towel around her, rocking her back and forth in her arms gently.

"He'll be here in the morning baby, I promise." Kim whispered.

"I love you Mommy." Justin yawned.

"I love you more." Kim assured her, walking into Justin's room, and placing her on the changing table, Justin was still going through that awkward potty training faze, so they kept it just in case.

Kim pulled out a black pair of footie pajamas, with Nightwing stripes going from the chest to the sleeves, only thing different, they were red. Jason had gotten her them, and Justin liked them, not as much as her Robin pajamas, but she liked them.

Justine looked up at her mother as Kim pulled the footie pajamas on her, "Guess how much I love you."

Kim paused, "Well, I don't think I could guess that."

Justin smiled tiredly, holding out her arms, "I love you this much!"

Kim nodded, and then held out her own arms, "Well, I love you this much."

Justin paused, seeing how much longer her mother's arms were. She stood up on the table, stretching up as high as she could, "I love you as high as I can reach!"

Kim stretched up to, "Well, I love you as high as I can reach!"

Justin let her arms drop, frowning at how much taller her mother was. She scrambled down from the table, jumping into the air, "I love you as high as I can hop!"

Kim nodded, laughing, "Well, I love you as high as I can hop." Kim jumped up into the air, her fingers brushing against the ceiling.

Justin stuck out her lower lip in a pout, thinking carefully, before sighed, rubbing her eyes tiredly, not knowing what else she could show her mother that she couldn't out distance. "Okay then."

Kim smiled, picking up Justine, and carrying her to her small bed, past her window. Justin looked over her mother's shoulder, seeing the moon dangling in the sky.

Kim set Justin in the bed, pulling the covers around her.

"Mommy?"

Kim looked at Justin, "Yes?"

"I love you all the way to the moon." Justin yawned.

Kim paused, "Well, that is a long way away, isn't it?"

Justin nodded, smiling before falling asleep. Kim stood up, walking to the edge of the bedroom, turning the lights off. Justin didn't sleep with a nightlight, she would complain about it being to bright.

Kim smiled at her sleeping daughter, "Well, I love you all the way to the moon, and back."

Kim shut the door, stepping into the hallway. The minute she did, hands circled around her waist. Someone's face nuzzled into her neck, and breath tickled the back of her neck.

"Jason." Kim whispered, sighing with content.

Jason smirked against her neck, "I love you."

Kim smiled, "I love you more."

Jason chuckled, turning Kim around in his arms, and pressing her up against the wall. "How much do you love me?"

Kim smiled, "Oh, all the way to the moon."

Jason laughed, scooping Kim up in his arms, rushing her into their bedroom, and tossing her onto the bed, before jumping on her gently. "Well Kimmy, I love you all the way to the moon and back."