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-yesiamweird

My one and only day of freedom and here I was four large trash bags in my hands as I walked down the tile hallway to the stairs that lead to the dumpster behind the building. "Damn child can never pick up his garbage." I huffed attempting to open the door with my filled hands. My adventure was proving very difficult to complete as I struggled waddling down three stories of stairs. When I reached the dumpster door I swore I heard angel's singing the blessed song, 'hallelujah.'

The night sky of Gotham was proving to be a chilly night. But since the disappearance of Batman seven years ago, every night seemed to be colder. I huffed out a breath of air while a couple strands of my blonde hair floated from the breeze.

"Ah ha ha ha. Why hello there!"

That damn voice. I cursed myself turning around to face Mark, my obsessive neighbor from down the hall. "Good evening." I responded coldly passing by his position and ignoring him as I threw the bags into the red dumpster. "How are you?"

"A hell of a lot better that you're here." He threw his cigarette on the ground continuing to walk behind me. "Mmmmh. And you smell good too. Just like last time."

I smirked throwing the final bag into the oversized can and turning behind my back. "Last time you tried this I recall giving you a black eye. So…" I took a step forward not intimidated by his statue over mine. "Back off-"

"Not tonight!" He jumped on top of my figure pinning me to the cool metal. "No. No no no no…tonight is different." His grip began to twist the skin on my arms forcing me to wince and not concentrate on taking the upper hand away from him. "Tonight, you're going to be mine."

Not giving him another chance, I raised my knee to his balls feeling the most sensitive parts of his body squish underneath the bare skin on my knee cap. Mark groaned falling forwards and releasing his hold. Without another warning, I took the back of his shirt and threw him into the dumpster head first.

"No bitch…" my breath was heavy, "You're mine." I smirked and then kicked his side. The force wasn't that hard since slippers protected my feet but it still got the job done. I patted my hands together walking towards the door and climbing the stairs with ease since my hands hadn't been as full as they were a few minutes ago.

As I clicked the lock to the apartment door, I smiled at my handiwork from the moment I woke up till the late evening. I had literally gone through the entire apartment and got rid of five years worth of unnecessary garbage and crap lingering in our apartment that Blake and I moved into together.

The room smelt a hell of a lot better as well. I used lemon scented cleaner throughout the place and then sprayed a fruity air spray just as I left to take out the garbage. The only spot out of place in the entire apartment was Blake's. Partially due because I didn't feel like washing his clothes or cleaning his mess of a room.

With a smile, I walked to the fridge eager to drink a beer when I stopped and realized we had none. "Damnit all to hell!" I snapped closing the fridge with a pop. I looked at my keys hanging on the wall next to the door and nodded. "Guess I need to make a run to the corner store…"

When I arrived back at the apartment, with one of my beers in hand, I noticed Blake passed out on the couch. "Men." I groaned and place my keys in their position. With an evil thought and a bit of persuasion from the alcohol, I leaned into his sleeping face and lightly placed my cold beer on his cheek.

"Wha da!?" Blake sat up frantically and looked to where I had been kneeling. "What the hell was that for?!"

I only continued my laughter offering him a cold one from the grocery bag. "Had a bad day?" I mocked standing and walking into the kitchen. I could hear the twist of the bottle cap and the small pop of carbonation from the drink. "You have no idea." He muttered after finishing a large gulp.

I sat next to him placing my feet on the wooden coffee table, "Humor me." I took another sip listening to my one and only friend bickering about his day as if he were a woman. "You know Blake." I cut off his story by placing my beer on the coffee table and removing my jacket off of my arms. "I always say…"

Blake smiled quoting my usual statement, "If you can't beat 'em, just say you're Batman and kick their ass." He chuckled taking a final sip of his beer wiping the amber liquid from the sides of his mouth. "Hey." His voice was deep and his eyes concentrated on my torso for some reason. Confused, I looked to where his general direction was and noticed the green and purple bruising on my limbs. "Who did that?"

I knew this wasn't a question, this was a command to find my attacker and beat that person to a pulp. "I already took care of him. You don't have to-"

"No, no! This isn't funny anymore Maggie! This is getting to the point that he's become obsessive over you!" Blake stood up reaching a hand towards the knob of the front door. "I'm going over there and-"

"No, you are not. No!" I pulled him back struggling to push him against the wall before he had time to twist the lock aside. "No you are not!" I yelled staring into his brown eyes, those eyes that got me through so many nights over the past years. "He won't press charges against me but the second you go over there you can't afford to go to court in the morning, Blake!"

His breathing had caught up forcing him to rest his body on the wall. "Why do you keep letting this happen to you?! I swear the one day he takes it too far-"

"I'll just tell him I'm Batman and then kick his ass!"

Blake rolled his eyes now changing position and forcing me off of him. "It's not funny when he's done this for two years now. Why can't you take things seriously?"

I only smirked looking down at my tennis shoes. "Why so serious?"

Blake turned and shook his head at me. "Stop that." I nodded and then found my spot back at the couch. "Do you want another?" He asked from the fridge and I quickly chugged my first one. "Yes please!" He came back placing the two beers on the coffee table.

"I like how clean the place is." He sat in the corner of the couch watching the muted television. "Oh and thanks ever so much for cleaning my room. It looks great."

"You're welcome!" I smiled proudly, "I figured a 24 year old man would appreciate me not going through his belongings." I winked, "You know civil rights n all."

Blake only chuckled continuing to consume his drink even heavier now. "Hey so guess what?"

"Chicken butt."

"Ugh," He groaned rolling his eyes. "Just listen…I got a tip that the police will be hiring in a few weeks. I had a few guys look over my resume and they said it looked pretty good."

For once we were having a conversation that actually held value to the both of us. "Really!?" I moved my leg underneath my butt and leaned forward eager to hear more. "So you think you'll get hired?!"

The smile on Blake's face was one I so often enjoyed to see. It was a cross between the biggest smile you would have ever seen on a grown man, and a forceful frown attempting to hold back his emotions. "I can only hope so."

I squealed loudly and proceeded to slap his leg. "I'm so excited for you! I know you're going to make one hell of a cop!" I held my glass bottle in his direction causing him to clink the bottles together. "To the future Officer John Blake!"

"Hey!" He laughed before taking a sip, "Don't jinx me or nothin."

"Nah, you got this!" I shoved his usual bickering away and continued to drink until my beer was finished.

"Hey you know what I got the other day?" Blake stood up walking in the direction of his room.

I threw my hand over the headrest of the couch, "I don't know an erection?" He came back out with a bottle in his hand, "Well yes, but that's not what I was getting at. I bought you a present." He handed me the bottle and I couldn't resist the confused smile as I held it up.

"A bottle of Jagermeister?"

"Yea," He held a shot glass from his hand and slammed in on the coffee table. "I was feeling like celebrating." He sat on the squeaky clean floor thanks to yours truly. I handed him the bottle and watched as the brown syrup-like liquid filled the small glass. "You first."

I groaned and rolled my eyes. "Blake the last time I did that I-"

"I know…but that won't happen again." He held the shot in my face. "Drink." Holding my nose and inhaling deep, I cringed as the burn of the liquor filled my body causing me to twitch from the after-burn stinging pain. "See that wasn't too bad. Me next."

The sight of him cringing almost just as much as I had got my spirits back up for the moment, until he poured another shot and gulped it down quicker than the first. "Hey, hold on there partner." I reached for the bottle just before he took another. "Two is enough for now." I nodded and screwed the cap back on. Going into my usual drunken habit of tidying up, I took the beer bottles in my hand as well as the liquor and placed them in the correct places in the kitchen.

"You hungry?" I asked in which I only got a 'nah' as a reply.

"Do you even remember that night?"

I looked up immediately not knowing the right words to say. My mouth agape staring at the back of his black haired head. "I-I uh…"

As he turned to face me, I could see the sadness and hurt fuming in his eyes. "Yea." He nodded turning back to face the television. "Sounds about right."

My footsteps were heavy as I walked over to his side on the couch, "Blake…" I held his hands leaning my face closer to his. "Of course I remember it-"

"Then why?"

"Why what?"

I always wondered what went on through his mind when he concentrated so hard that his forehead had wrinkles. "W-Why…didn't…anything change. Between us?"

I let go of a sigh of bundled emotions and held my head down to look at my shoes once more. "John…don't-"

"Just please. Tell me why?"

I raised my head shrugging my shoulders, "I don't have an answer for you. I just don't-" But my thought went unnoticed as his lips pressed against my own. Combined with the force of his thrown weight on top of me, I found myself lying on the cushion of the couch allowing my lips to part and make way for his tongue to dance along with my own.

My body couldn't care less to the little man waving his arms in my head screaming for me to 'abort mission', as my bruised and weak arms found their way around the back of Blake's neck pulling him closer to me. It astounded me how the taste of a jager shot seemed to burn ones mouth when they first take it but the aftertaste that lingered on both of our tongues was sweet, intoxicating almost.

Just like that night.

The memories flashed into my head.

A drunken party, a birthday cake and candles, a shot, another shot, six shots later, and then everyone left the apartment. Blake and I were alone.

I quickly pulled away scattering back from his position towering over top of me to the arm stand of the couch. The two of us fell silent as we watched one another not sure which one would react first. Being the hot-head I was, I took the moment to raise my legs from underneath his and remove myself from the couch. "I have to open the store early tomorrow morning." I nodded to him as he crawled back into a sitting position. His pouting glare was nothing short missed.

"I'm sorry." I sighed walking away and then stopping just before I entered the kitchen, "Lunch tomorrow?"

He only nodded.

"Good night." I commented back walking towards my door and making sure to lock it behind.