As a ghost, I can do what ever I want. And that means walking though walls and seeing...well, that....yeah, that.
I didn't even know to say or do, I just walked in to the bathroom and Dick was in there. I turned around and was about to walk out, when I heard this: "Melody! The fu*k!"
Great, just great. I rubbed the back of my neck. "I didn't see anything." It was lame, but it was something. I heard the shower switch off and Dick get a towel.
"Mel, I thought you were dead, how are you here?" Wow, how nice, just what I wanted to hear from the boy that I saved, with my life.
"Nice to see you too, Grayson." I said numley. He tried to turn me round but his hand when straight though my sholder. "And there's that, you can't touch me, Grayson." He sighed.
"Mel, what are you doing? I mean..." He trained off.
"Walking though walls, Dick, that's what I've doing since I dead." I turned and face him, leaning against the wall.
"I see." He nodded. I looked away, not wanted to meet his eyes. "...." He got changed, I walking though the wall back into mayhem. Tony Sark and Bruce Wayne were still shouting at each other.
"ENOUGH!" I yelled just as Dick walking to the kitchen, via door. "Hello, loving friends and family," I said bowing to them all. "Your good friend here is pissed as fu*k. It seems that I cannot leave for more than three days before all hell breaks out." I was sitting on the counter.
"Are you-?!" I huffed.
"No, I'm not alive, I'm definitely dead, Jason. Sadly, it seems like I still have to save you from yourselves." A small gron when up among the others, Dick just chuckled.
