Sorry this took so long. My chapters aren't very long. BTW I don't know medicine very well, so let's just say that Jason's leg injury has put him out of comission for a while and he needs crutches. Just pretend it makes sense. Oh, and Imma put a disclaimer in this chapter...I own nothing..this goes for the entire story. I forgot last time. Please Review! Just one second of your time to put either a smiley or frowny icon, that's all I'm asking. Though constructive criticism is nice too. I'm learning how to write...I need to know what i did wrong! Plus, I changed the title... I like it better. I'm so corny. This is getting too long. Enjoy! :D


You know there's something wrong when you walk into a room with Jason grinning like he's a cat that just ate the canary (or in this case robin.), and Damian and Tim are conspicuously absent. "Umm where is everyone?" Jason turns from the T.V. and mumbles something like "Bruce is on a business trip, Alfred went along for, I dunno, moral support or some shit. Three weeks or whatever." I'm well aware of this since I m supposed to hold down the fort for the next three weeks ..and Bruce acts like it s no big deal. Alfred said, and I quote,'Good luck'. Not a good sign. "You know what I meant, and don t curse." Jason snorts. "Sorry, I forgot I was in the presence of a maiden." Three weeks. Just great. "So, what are we watching?"Jason raises an eyebrow. "You're not going to ask where Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Idiot are?" "I like the quiet." I reply. "Well, this is anti-climactic. I was hoping for a fight." Jason says, sounding almost disappointed. "Please, I don t fight cripples. But for the sake of appearances, where are Damian and Tim." "Appearances, Dickie?" Jason questions. "Well, if we were both the wicked sibling, add Damian to that and poor Tim s got no chance at all. Back to my original point, where are the pre-pubescent duo?" Jason smirks. "Damian got my help in 'binding the Drake boy' then I turned on him. Never saw it coming. They re both tied up in a closet. Without the utility belts, it should take them a while to get out." "I ll get them later," I say off-handedly. "Should give them a chance to bond." "So what are we watching anyway?" While we were talking I could hear the sounds of fighting emanating from the T.V. and it had my curiosity peaked.

"Buffy the Vampire Slayer."

"What? Why Jason, I didn t know you had such a wide span of interests."

" Shut-up, at least stuff like Buffy, Angel, and Supernatural has actual violence."

"Whereas, you watching the X-Files is purely scientific, I m sure. *Cough*, geek, *cough*."

" The other night, you were watching Hart of Dixie. You have nothing on me."

"Fanboy."

" Spinster."

"Nerd."

"Moron."

"Delinquent."

"Dick."

"That's it; your crippled ass is dead!"

"Richard!" He said in the midst of our, I m not proud to say, slap-fight. "Cursing, how scandalous!" It ended when we (Fine, I.) gave up. Hair pulling is my kryptonite, okay? Don't judge me.

"How is that stake not impractical?" I say, changing the subject. "You have to get up close to kill the vampires." "And demons!" Jay scolds. "But she also has a crossbow to kill them with, but even so, if you have the proper skill you just get up close and stick it in."

"I'm sure that's what you tell all the girls."

"Their hearts, you idiot. And that didn't even make sense."

"You don't make sense."

"Dumbass."

Just like old times.