"Where the hell have you been?" Clark demanded the second I was in sight.

"I was in Gotham." I said smiling. This time I was determined not to let him ruin my good mood.

"And what were you doing there?" He said forcefully grabbing my arm as I tried to go to my room.

"I was helping Batman." I replied yanking my arm away. I looked down and saw a large red mark, though it faded quickly thanks to my healing powers. On any normal person that would have bruised almost immediately.

"Melissa…" He whispered, clearly ashamed.

"Forget it Clark." I said walking calmly back to my room.

"Jesus Christ man what's wrong with you?" I heard Wally shout as I closed the door.

Not long after there was a knock on my door.

"Go away." I grumbled tearing my mask off and putting it on the bedside table. The door opened anyway. At least it was Wally and not Clark.

"What's going on with you and the Boy Scout lately?" He asked sitting cross-legged on the bed. It reminded me of the late nights spent at each other's houses just talking. Once we stayed up until 4 am just discussing life, the universe, and everything.

"He's the one acting different, not me." I said scooting back to give him more room.

"Mel I've known you almost our entire lives. I think I can tell when you're acting weird. Spoiler alert, you are."

The worst part was that I knew he was right. I was acting weird. Before The Joker I would never run out of The Watchtower like that. Before him everyone knows I would have said "I love you" to Clark.

"It started yesterday." He said as I layed my head in his lap, "What happened?"

Wally was easily my best friend in the whole world. I trusted him with my life .Knowing someone for 21 years gives you a pretty firm sense of trust. I knew I could tell him anything and everything but was I ready to admit my complicated feeling for The Joker?

"I don't know." I responded after a while.

"Yes you do." He said easily seeing through my lie. Probably the only downside to my relationship with Wally is that he can always tell when I'm lying, "But I can tell that you're not ready to tell me. Night Mel."

He got up and I moved my head to accommodate that. As he walked out the door he turned around and blew me a kiss so logically I threw a pillow at him. I got up to get the pillow and change when there was another knock on my door.

"Wally I thought you were gonna leave me alone!" I groaned.

"It's not Wally." Clark said sadly, "Please let me in Melissa."

"Fine." I said reluctantly, "Just let me change."

He agreed to that and I quickly took off the tight leather costume and put on some sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt.

I opened the door to find Clark standing with a box of cupcakes from my favorite bakery back home in Central City.

"How did you know?" I gasped eyeing the box hungrily.

"I'm your boyfriend, I'm supposed to know these things." He smiled and handed it to me. I lost my appetite at the word "boyfriend". After what had just happened combined with him trying to choke my best friend I wasn't so sure I wanted that to be the case anymore. I took the box and placed it on my bedside table.

"About this morning." He began, "I shouldn't have said that. I should have known you weren't ready for that step. Bad timing on my part."

He thinks I'm still mad about that? I got over that not long after it happened, what I wasn't over was the way he was so protective of me he was willing to give his fellow team mate and my best friend in the world in a near death experience. As I was thinking of that, my hand absent-mindedly went to the place where he had grabbed my arm. The physical pain was long gone but the emotional pain was still very fresh.

"I'm so sorry about that." Clark said brushing the spot with his thumb.

"It's fine really." I said, "Healing powers remember?"

"That doesn't make it fine." He whispered, "I was way out of line."

Yeah no kidding.

He took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"This isn't working is it?"

"No," I agreed quietly, "It's not."

"We've both changed." He said, "You're not the same girl who flew to the Eiffel Tower with me on a Tuesday night because she'd never been to France. And I'm not the same man. But I'll always love her and I hope you'll remember him."

And with a chaste kiss on the forehead, he was gone. I felt tears come to my eyes. Not because of the break-up, that was a relief to be honest. I cried because change terrified me and it seemed to be happening to me rather quickly. I layed in my bed and cried myself to sleep.

I dreamed of The Joker.