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Jason pov:
                          
I woke up next to Megan in her bed. I can hardly remember last night, I just know that it involved a lot of us making out. I turned to her and saw her laying there.
                          
She's so pretty.
                          
"Why you..?" I muttered.
                          
Enough of this, I need to look for evidence or something. I got up from the bed as silent as I could. She shuffled a bit but was still sound asleep.
                          
Where would she keep her arsenal?
                          
Her closet?
                          
I opened the doors to her walk in wardrobe. Nothing was out, everything was in its place and nothing was out and messy. I decided to open one of her drawers.
                          
One was full of her underwear. No, not what I'm looking for. Although, she would look great in that red one.
                          
I looked through the other drawers and there was nothing. Accessories, some make up, some back up accessories. No gun, no mask, nothing.
                          
I sighed and walked around the room. I opened one of her wardrobe doors, just dresses. Same as the other one. 
                          
"Fuck.." I muttered.
                          
"What are you looking for?" I heard Megan's voice come from behind me.
                          
Shit.
                          
"Uhh..my hoodies that you always seem to steal." I chuckled as I turned back to her.
                          
She smiled at me and walked closer to me. 
                          
"I don't steal your hoodies.." she smirked. "Well, I don't steal your ugly hoodies.."
                          
"Ha ha.." I sarcastically said and pulled her into a hug. "Have you got work today?"
                          
"Nope. Chill day."
                          
"Ah, so what do you plan on doing?" I asked, leaning against her drawers.
                          
"You." She giggled.
                          
"How inappropriate!" I cackled.
                          
Megan decided to somehow make me breakfast. It was basically a dessert but waffles and ice cream are a must.
                          
We sat by the tv and ate our breakfast whilst the news played in the back.
                          
"The GCPD believes that the masked vigilante, who calls herself, Domino, has killed yet another of Gotham's finest investors, William Fritzaland and Alexander Daniels. However, reports state that a waitress killed the two at Megan Black's company party."
                          
Megan groaned as soon as her name was mentioned.
                          
"Gotham citizens have mixed views about Domino. Some see what she did as something that we should be somehow grateful for. A lot of accusations about the victims were almost unbelievable. Some of those accusations include drug and weapons trade, murder and sex trafficking."
                          
The news cut to an interview with a Gotham citizen.
                          
"You know she's taking them out and.. yeah it's a bad thing but those guys did some horrible things." One man spoke. 
                          
"Dear God.." She whispered. 
                          
I looked over at her.
                          
Liar. You don't care about what they did.
                          
"Megan, I'm gonna head home." I put my plate of breakfast on the coffee table and got up.
                          
"You've barely eaten-"
                          
"Not hungry." I walked towards the door.
                          
"Okay?" She followed me. "Get home safe, okay? Love you." Megan opened the door.
                          
"Yeah, love you." I replied nonchalantly.