A voice called out for me, "Hey Madeline! Table 4 needs their lemonade and table 10 asks for their check."

I nodded as I grabbed the two glasses of lemonade and checked that table 10's check is in the check holder. I dodged my way past another waitress, Kiera, as she headed to where I came from. I made a beeline for table 4 and placed their lemonades. I gave them a smile, "Sorry about that. Here are your lemonades. Have you guys figured out what you would like to eat?"

The elderly couple closed their menus. The elderly man spoke first, "I like to have the pot roast with mash potatoes."

I wrote down what he said and the elderly woman finished up the conversation, "And I like to have the potato soup. Also can I have a side of saltine crackers?"

I gave a nod writing. I placed my note pad in my apron, "I'll get that for you guys."

I took their menus and placed them underneath my armpits as I walked to table 10. I pulled out their check holder placing it on the table, "Here you guys go. I hope you guys enjoy the rest of your evening. Come back soon."

It was a couple of guys who were a few of words. It's hard to interact with that group. It is easy to have a simple conversation with another person. The television in the corner blared with brightness as the news came on. I reached over the counter giving the cook the order before pulling away to see the television. It is about the bank incident. I stared at the television. According to the newscast, they still don't know who took the money. I shook my head. Enough of that, Madeline. You been involved with criminals too much already which cost you your family. I sighed deeply grabbing a rag to go clean up a few tables as table 4's food is being cooked. The newsman spoke, "All of the patrons who were in the bank incident came out unharmed. Some did have grenades in their hands however, GPD was able to get there in time. Further investigation is pending."

So there wasn't a blast at the bank. I may of thought I heard some sort of blast. Or I like to believe there was so the clown masked men went with it. The bell notifying the food is done rung. Another voice picked up, "I got it sweetie. It looks to me you're having quite a day."

I looked up seeing it was Kiera who spoken up. I gave a nod. Peter came around towards me pulling me to the side. Peter looked into my moss green eyes, "Are you feeling alright?"

I gave a small smile, "Yeah... It's just I was at that bank when it happened. I was able to run from the robbers."

Peter raised his eyebrows. He crossed his arms, "How about this? I know you just started today but it is pretty dead. Kiera can handle this herself tonight. Go up to your room and relax. I better see you here sharp tomorrow night."

My eyes widened for a second before nodding furiously. He held out his hand, "Rag."

I placed the rag in his hand gently before I headed through the side door. I ran up the stairs to the apartments. I shut the door behind me throwing my shoes in the corner. My hand ruffled through my brunette hair. This is a good time to go see if I am able to gather my stuff from my old home. I changed quickly into a pair of jeans and a deep blue short sleeve shirt. Before heading out the door, I grabbed my jacket.

I shifted on each foot staring at my old home. Too many memories are here and I wish to gain the occupants back. My fingers lightly touched a necklace which holds each of our birthstones.

The car door closed behind me as I stared at the door of our home. Jack's voice called out, "Sweet cheeks, go inside already."

I looked behind seeing my husband trying to carry all of the bags from the hospital. I chuckled, "I wanted to wait for you. We now have a new addition so I would like to wait for you till you catch up."

Jack rolled his eyes, "He won't remember any of this."

My bottom lip popped out as I pouted. Jack smirked placing his lips over mine. As he pulled away, he nipped at my lip. I called him out, "Hey! That resulted to this."

I could hear Eric's cooing in his infant carrier. Jack looked down peeking underneath the sun visor then as the second sentence rolled out of his mouth he looked up at me, "Your mother is taking her sweet time. Ain't that right, sweet cheeks?"

I rolled my eyes this time as I head towards the door. I grabbed the keys that was dangling from Jack's index finger. I proceeded to open the door. I breathed out, "Welcome home, Eric."

I moved out of the way to let Jack in. He placed the bags on the ground then rolled his shoulders. He spoke, "It was starting to kill me."

I stuck my tongue out moving to the living room, "You big baby, Puddin'."

Jack groaned, "Not that name again."

I placed Eric's carried in front of the couch as I took a seat. I pointed to Jack, "You brought back Sweet Cheeks."

Jack threw his hands in the air, "You are ridiculous."

I cooed at Eric," Your father is being ridiculous."

Jack shook his head grabbing the bags to bring to Eric's room. I chuckled, "You know you love me."

I heard Jack call from Eric's room, "I do sweet cheeks, don't you forget it."

It's hard to remember what it was like to have a family. I looked around for anything to throw into the window. A dark shadow lays in the grass. The moon isn't helping much. I grabbed the dark shadow form finding it is a piece of a tree. It is thick and strong enough to bust a window. My grip tightened as I got closer to the window. One. Two. Smash. I paused for a moment to hear any movement in the neighbors. The shatter was pretty loud so I wouldn't be surprised if they woken up. Few more minutes passed by and luckily no one did wake up. I stepped inside carefully. The crunch of glass sounded underneath my sneakers. I'm glad I decided to wear my sneakers. Picture frames lay across the mantel of the fireplace. Each are faced down. I frowned at this. I went to pick them up seeing it is our family photos as well wedding photos. Jack must of placed them down when he couldn't find us. I'll get them on my way out. I looked through the dining room seeing chairs broken, the table cloth skewed to the side, and the fine china shattered. Vanessa's words sounded through my mind, "He...He went crazy, Mads..."

My eyes flickered to the kitchen seeing cabinet doors hanging from their hinges. Plates and other dishes were scattered on the floor. I swallowed the lump that decided to make its home. I headed to Eric's room. It is just how we left it that day... That horrible day. His toys he pulled out in the morning were laying in a line as he probably imagined his game play. Tears started to well up as I choked back a sob. I walked in his room slowly picking up one of his favorite toys. His stuffed giraffe. He loved giraffes. We never knew exactly why but that was his favorite animal. I hugged the stuff animal towards me. I whispered, "My poor baby boy."

I'm definitely taking this with me. I need to have my son with me. My eyes looked around the room taking this in one last time. I took a step back to the hallway. Next stop: the master bedroom.

Hey guys! So thank you for the review. I greatly appreciate it! No really I do. I don't own anything of the DC characters just Madeline and her side of the family. Also who knows what will happen in the next chapter. Still deciding on that. Like I said before, any suggestions or anything shoot it by me. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. It was interesting to write.