"Hey Jason, Hazel, unidentified male." Greeted a girl walking into the apartment through the fire escape, right after Hazel had asked 'what'. Her hair was vibrant red and she had a single scar on her otherwise flawless tan skin running from her chin up to her eye in a curved line. Normally that kind of thing would look awkward and like a blemish, but it just made the girls teal eyes pop. Suddenly her teal eyes narrowed, landing on Tyler. "Boy who should be studying."

"But they're moving!" exclaimed Tyler.

"To where?" asked the girl, turning to Jason.

"Wayne Manor." Mumbled Hazel in absolute shock, not caring the question wasn't directed at her.

"TO WHERE?!" shrieked the girl.

"Wall, Scar, just for a month…" began Jason.

"YOU TELL ME THIS NOW?!" asked an outraged Scar.

"He just told me this today to." Complained Hazel.

"THAT'S TERRIBLE!"

"Um, we really should be going…" commented Dick, ever the peacemaker.

" AND YOU NEVER BOTHERED TO SAY, HEY SCAR, MOVING TO FUCKING WAYNE MANOR FOR A MONTH, WHY?"

"You know that studying really does sound good. Think I'll go do that. Bye Haze, I'll wait for you outside tomorrow morning. School Sucks." Called Tyler as he made his way to the window. (Dick was starting to realize how badly he miscalculated the uses for fire escapes.)

"I think I'll go bring stuff to the car." Said Hazel while grabbing two suitcases and starting to drag them. That left Dick to listen to the rest off their argument.

"Fine, fine, fine. I believe you." Said Scarlett, drawing the argument to a close. "I also believe I'm going to be late for work. By Jay." Called Scarlett, walking out the door.

"We should go to." commented Dick. Jason nodded briskly and led Dick over to the street where the car (a black jeep) was parked. It was loaded with the suitcases and boxes, with Hazel leaning against it.

"So why exactly are we going to Wayne Manor for a month?" asked Hazel in a 'if you lie to me you are going to wake up locked in a box of the coast of Cuba' voice.

"Whelp, I think it's time for a history lesson." Commented Jason.

"Ya, I know you were dead and before that you lived with Bruce Wayne aka Batman and that there are four other robins: Dick Grayson aka Nightwing, Timothy Drake aka red robin, Stephanie Brown aka spoiler aka gang war robin and Damian Wayne aka robin. I also know Bruce is dead and that Wayne Manor is the place he lived. Missing anything?" said Hazel in the tone of voice that clearly indicated she was so far past exasperated she was going to punch the first thing she saw until it bled.

"Uh, no. But you are missing the history of the female side of the family." Joked Jason.

"Just stop being a bastard and answer the fucking question!" screamed a clearly exasperated Hazel.

"One, langue. Two, we're going to stay there for a month because I said so." said Jason in a stern voice.

"That's not a fuckin-"

"L-a-n-g-u-e."inturupted Jason teasingly.

"Whatever!" shouted a pissed of Hazel while she through her arms in the air. She jumped into the back seat and slammed the door.

Jason rolled his eyes and got in the front seat while Dick awkwardly got in the back seat. The whole ride was spent in pure silence for the first 30 minutes. So Dick, being Dick, decided to try to break the awkward silence.

"So, Hazel where do you go to school?"

"It's Haze."

"Haze?" asked Dick.

"Rhymes with blaze." answered Jason cheekily.

"So, Haze, where do you go to school?" tried Dick, once again.

"Gotham North."

"YOU LET HER GO TO GOTHAM NORTH?!" shrieked a horrified Dick at Jason.

"It's a fine school." grumbled Jason through clenched teeth.

"NO, NO IT ISN'T! I'VE HAD TO GO THERE EIGHT TIMES AS BATMAN, 17 AS NIGHTWING!"

"Was she ever involved?"

"NO, BUT-"

"Well there you go!" snapped Jason, successfully ending the conversation. The rest of the ride was spent until they pulled up a gaint driveway.

"Holy shit..." muttered Hazel to herself. The house was huge, and fancy, and, quite frankly, pretentious.

"Grab your stuff." said Jason while hopping out of the jeep and walking over to the trunk."

"House is huge as fuck and he just walks away casualy." muttered Hazle while jumping out of the backseat. She slung her backpack over her shoulder and her tiny suitcase out of the trunk. This was going to be a long, painful, month.