Whooooo! Done with summer classes, but sadly I have a huge two week program thing for one of my organizations and I don't know how much I'll be able to update! Hopefully, if I time it out right, I can update in the evening! Make sure to leave a review pleaseeeeee! And thanks to SARAHBABE215 for reviewing!

-yesiamweird

"Come on already! We're not even going anywhere fancy, just an old rugged bar." Blake stood behind me while I debated which earrings would match.

"Just do me a favor and pick. These?" I turned my head, "Or these? Just pick!"

"The first ones, now let's go."

"Oh but wait, I still need to pick out shoes!"

Blake groaned even louder than before while folding his arms over his protruding chest. I swear if he hadn't have been going through police training these past three weeks, I'd have figured he was on steroids. Not that he was massive in any means, he was just more toned and muscle-y.

I winked my right eye looking in the mirror as he continued to glare at me while I made my assumptions of him silently in my head. "Heels? Or flats? You choose." I smiled once again.

He merely rolled his eyes and sighed, "Just pick. You look good in anything. Now come on."

"No I don't! Remember that awful bubble dress Miranda bought for me a couple years back. I think you let me wear that on purpose just so you could blackmail me in the future." I smirked teasing my hair with my hands once more before looking to his refection in the mirror. "I've burned all the physical evidence, but I still feel like you have outside sources. Well that and you being a police man and all-"

Blake grabbed my arm pulling me towards my closet inside my bathroom. "Yup. Now pick the shoes or I'll reveal to my friends your horrific pictures of mass destruction."

I nodded and then bent down to pick out my favorite pair of black heels. They were pain black stilettos, but I could walk in these babies for days. Whoever said wearing four inch heels was torture hadn't tried these shoes on. Combined with my dark skinny jeans, and my brand new oversized silky dark purple top, I was ready to hit the town. "So who are we meeting again?" I asked Blake who had made his way to the kitchen table. "I know it's a couple of your new police buddies, but I forgot who."

"Smith, O'Donnell, Tommy and Stiller. Just the guys I've been training with. Come on we can talk on the way."

I nodded and followed his lead making sure to grab my satchel-like purse left on the couch. "So am I the only gal?" I smiled after he locked the door.

"At the moment, yes. Smith and Tommy are single…too." He placed his hands in his jean pockets trying to avoid my gaze as we walked down the hall towards the elevator. "I'm so glad he moved." Blake sighed looking down at the door where Mark used to live.

I laughed, "Yea when he found out you turned into a badass cop he fled the joint." I tilted my head, "My hero. Oh but wait," I placed my hand on his chest feeling around for some sort of rubber underneath his collared shirt, "Nope, just flesh underneath that shirt."

The doors to the elevator opened and we both stepped inside fighting for the chance to push the number 1 button. I won. "HA!"

"Heh, we'll see about that."

My heels clicked as they made contact with the pavement. It was the only noise that accompanied us as we walked through the night summer streets of Gotham in silence. Not to say that we hadn't walked in silence before…we were used to only having one another around even if we hadn't uttered a word.

I raised my chin to the dark sky fixating my eyes on a building shinning in the distance. When I lived at the orphanage I used to look up at the buildings with the hope that I could catch a glimpse of the masked hero of Gotham. The Batman, flying off to save the night…

I never saw him… not once.

I heaved the childish thought away from my mind with a sigh, but no matter how much I tried to push the thought of Batman away, the more I realized how much I owed the warrior of the night. "Hey John?"

"Uh oh, when you say 'hey John' that usually means something bad is about to happen." He responded coolly glancing with his brown eyes at me. For the moment we were the same height due to my four inches of comfortable high heels, but usually he had to look down at me most of the time.

I smiled from his comment, "No no, it's not like that…I just. I was thinking just now." I motioned with my arms briefly to the sky. "You think he's…ya know? Do you honestly think he'll ever come back?"

Blake continued to walk as did I along side of him. We had walked about two blocks and hadn't said a word since my question. As we both rounded the corner to the bar, I felt his hand wrap around my forearm. "I know he's still alive I just wonder what he's hiding from."

"I do. The whole city believes he's a murderer."

"What do you believe?"

For a moment, I hadn't even realized we had both stopped walking. It wasn't until I was wrapping my arm around his waist did I realize how personal the two of us had closed in on one another. "I believe…" I tugged on the back of his shirt, "There's more to the story."

He nodded with his not-so-smile smile. "Me too."

"Hey Blake! Woah-"

A man's voice called out to the two of us causing me to pull myself away from his grasp. "Hey there!" I ignored the blush on my face pacing my stride towards the man, "I'm Maggie! Blake's-"

"Main squeeze." He eyed me with a smile and then sniggered back at Blake behind me.

"Try roommate and best friend of almost eight years. We're not dating." I pushed pass the man glancing over my shoulder to Blake behind and then walked through towards the bar. I noticed a trio of men sitting at the bar and a smile found its way onto my lips. Instead of talking to them, I simply walked to the bored bartender and ordered a whiskey and coke.

"Well hey there." One of the men had noticed me standing next to them causing the other two to look as well. "You gonna-"

"Hey Smith," Blake walked to my side blocking my view from the men. "This is my roommate and friend, Maggie." His hand slapped across my back making me huff from the pressure of his weight. He had obviously forgotten just how strong he had gotten recently. "Mags, this is Smith, O'Donnell, Stiller and Tommy is taking a phone call outside."

I smiled with my pink glossy lips, "Nice to meet you all."

"Here's your drink." The bartender placed the plastic cup in front of my position and I had offered him the four dollars to pay for the cost of the drink. "No ma'am, ladies drink for free until 12."

I nodded and handed him the cash anyways. "Then at least take this as a tip." I smiled and then walked behind Blake towards the men. "So all of you guys are cops too?" They nodded eagerly and O'Donnell even offered me his seat. "So where are your lady friends tonight?" From just these few short sentences my drink was already half empty. I would run this place dry within the two hours I had to drink for free. Except drinking cheap whiskey wasn't exactly my favorite thing to do, at the moment dealing with the glare Blake was giving me I wanted nothing more than to escape in the fantasy alcohol consume a body inside from the events on the outside.

The night continued on followed by stories upon stories, cracking jokes and talking about police rumors. In all honesty they sounded like a group of gossiping girls. I had just finished my fourth drink onto the fifth when I noticed Blake standing by the bathroom in the back. My attention turned from him to Tommy now rubbing my forearm soothingly while he finished his tall tale.

"Heh, if I didn't know any better I would have thought you guys were a bunch of bickering gossiping women." I tilted my plastic cup back obtaining a cool piece of ice in my trap and then grinded it down until it became water in my mouth. "But don't worry; I still like you guys better than a group of girls."

Tommy nodded and then flashed his big cheesy smile, "So uh, what's da deal with you and Blake huh? You guys have lived together for so long and he never shuts up bout cha." He looked to the bathroom with no sight of the said man, "You guys aren't dating?"

"Nope." I looked to my new drink, this bartender was my hero. I hadn't asked for another since I finished the second one. "Never have."

"Why? I mean, not like it's any of my business it just that. Ya know people would think if you lived with a guy for ten years you would have at least slept with him or something."

I nodded taking a giant gulp of my drink and slamming it back on the table. "We've been roommates for eight years. Not ten. And I never said I hadn't slept with him, now did I?" My gaze looked into the awkward face of Tommy. No, he wasn't bad looking by any means, short blonde hair and crystal blue eyes and a smile that would make any girl drop her panties. And yet, he just wasn't the type for me.

Pushing aside a strand of blonde hair from my forehead to my ear, my eye caught to Blake now talking to a woman from the back. The two seemed to be smiling at one another, her with big blonde hair like mine, red lips and full breasts looking up at John's glittery brown eyes. Even from a distance I could see that he was sparkling, that this woman was of high interest to him.

I turned my head before my body shot the plastic cup at the two and hummed silently to the music playing in the background.

"If you're that upset, go over there. Tell him."

My gaze looked back to Tommy and I simply rolled my eyes staring in front of my position at the wall of unopened liquor bottles. Oh what would I kill for a couple shots of Patron. I would be passed out within the hour and John would have no other choice then to carry me back home.

My legs and feet would forget how to move and he'd be forced to pull me onto his back. We would ride up the elevator together swaying until it dinged and opened to our floor. I would playfully run towards the door and reach for the key in his pocket laughing as a threat to try and lock him out. Of course, John was much stronger than I, and he'd push the door aside and lock it behind.

I'd fall onto the couch and John would laugh teasing me about how I was a drunk and a bum. And then I would get angry like always and tell him off for all the years I had to work doubles and extra shifts just so we'd be able to afford our rent and electricity for the month. Then he'd pick me up and take me to my room and plop me down on the bed. My body would spring back for a second pulling him down with me and hugging him tightly. His chest pressed against my ear and his strong arms wrapped and pulling my waist to him.

We'd say nothing to one another, only remembering the memories we had being with one another for so long. And then eventually, one of us…not sure who…but one would press their lips to the other. In the midst our drunken thoughts would turn into action and we would enjoy the fun and passion that came from the liquor in our veins. My bed would squeak from the broken springs at the bottom and I would moan like always. I was so damn loud. Even when I spoke I was too damn loud…I had to get used to practice talking in a whisper for these eight years. But growing up in a screaming and crying orphanage, you had to be loud in order to be heard.

Then the next morning would be silent, full of regret as we would wake up with one another. John would get out of the bed, not even caring to put back on his clothes as he walked down the hall towards his room. We wouldn't see each other for the rest of the day until night when one of us was hungry for dinner. We would sit at the broken table and eat silently until the TV would catch our attention and cause us to finally speak to one another.

We'd never talk about the night. We'd never say anything about the passion or the lust until the next time it would happen again, the next time we were taking off one another's clothes and experimenting with our tortured souls.

And here I was, still stuck in my position staring at the bottle of Patron that eyed me down as well. Another night, I scoffed in my head and then turned to look at Blake standing in front of me with that woman by his side. "Hey, this is my new friend Peggy." He smiled in his not-so-smile.

"Oh Peggy," I turned the bar stool towards her. "Short for Margaret?" The woman nodded revealing her perfectly straight bright white teeth. "Yes, actually."

I nodded, "Maggie. Short for Margaret as well."

"Yea, well." Blake shot me a look that said he wanted me to speak with him in private. "Could you come here for a sec?" I nodded and excused myself from the gentlemen next to me. The two of us walked to the corner near the entrance while Peggy stayed behind. "Hey, this girl is really into-"

"Stop!" I held my hand in front of him. "Just go." I nodded. "Take the key and make sure not to lock the door. I'll get Tommy or one of the others to walk me or bring me back home." The look on his face screamed he didn't believe me. "I'm serious." I giggled and backed away from his position. "Go…she's gorgeous."

Blake only nodded to me and pulled me into a quick and awkward hug at first, but stopped in the midst of it. "Thanks."

"See ya tomorrow I guess. Do you work?"

"Nah, day off tomorrow."

"Oh yay," I sighed sarcastically, "Me dos." Without another word, I turned on my black stiletto heels towards my chair I was at earlier. "He's all yours, sister." I smiled taking a sip of my drink and watching her smile grow as she joined Blake in the front.

"You let him go?" Tommy questioned my actions followed by strange glances from the other three men, Stiller had left twenty minutes ago to head back with his wife.

"They grow up so fast." I nodded and waved the plump bartender my way. "Give us each a shot of Jameson on me, oh and one for yourself as well."