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"So, I kissed you there? In the warehouse? At that moment?" Margery asked with wide eyes and blood drained skin as Damian noticed her embarrassment towards the situation causing him to smirk; Margery's head suddenly popping up with an idea in mind.

"Obviously it was just being proper... I guess, I mean, where I am from, in Mexico, it is common to show gratitude with a kiss, even though it is not always on the lips...Yes, it was that! it was a small thank you. That is all it was. See Dante, nothing to worry about, it was gratitude for saving me, nothing more than that." She said in a tone that made it seem as though she were convincing herself instead of Damian; Damian once again falling into rage over her stretch of an excuse.

"IT'S DAMIAN AND-

She cut him off raising her arm up pressing a finger to his lips silencing him as he seethed in rage.

"Before I continue to be rude, let me thank the other members of the house that welcomed me here and saved my life."She said as she walked past Damian and towards the other four men in the room who looked at her in surprise. Bruce stared at her in disbelief that she'd managed to fearlessly stand up to his son; smirking already growing fond of her. Dick, Jason, and Tim were trying their best to hold their laughter as they refused to take their eyes off of their youngest brother who was now in blistering fury towards the girl.

Dick was the first to walk up to Margery; holding a hand out in front of her as he introduced himself. "I'm Damian's oldest brother; Dick Grayson during the day and Nightwing at night." He said smiling as Margery took his hand and shook it; Tim and Jason moving up to stand right behind Dick. "And I'm Tim Drake, the second youngest brother, my alias is Red Robin." Tim said with a small wave as Margery waved back before looking over at Jason. "Jason, the second oldest, I'm Redhood." Jason said to the point with a slight smirk as Margery gave a light smile in return; Bruce finally stepping toward her as his sons moved for him to introduce himself.

"I am Bruce Wayne; the father of Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian. I am also the head of this household and the owner of Wayne Enterprises, and as you already know, I am the Batman." He said holding out his hand; Margery shaking it as she smiled softly.

"Thank you so much Mr. Wayne, it is an honor to be here with all of you." Margery beamed happily; her smile so vibrant it even made Damian pause his fit of rage for a moment just to stare.

It was when Margery felt something wet tap her upper back thigh that she spun around; looking down only slightly to see a large dog beside her. Filled with delight she squealed and knelt down to pet the gentle giant; who rolled onto his back allowing the girl to lovingly rub his belly as the five men in the room watched.

Damian couldn't even notice the soft smile growing on his face; his anger beginning to melt away as he watched Margery fawn over his beloved dog Titus.

So she's an animal lover he thought to himself before realizing he was beginning to grow soft again; looking away and reverting to the scowl he wore before.

"We gave you some insight into our lives Margery; may I ask you to give us some insight into yours?" Bruce asked as his sons stood behind him; Damian walking over to stand beside Dick as all of them starred at her.

She turned back from the large dog who whined in disappointment at her sudden stopping "Oh… um, okay. Let me see… My name is Margery Valeria Suarez, well Wilson actually." She said hesitantly as Bruce's eyes widened.

"As in… Slade Wilson?" Bruce asked

"Yes." She said softly; her eyes refusing to leave Bruce's as she did so.

"I am his daughter." She said; watching them freeze before her in shock, her eyes meeting Damian's wide blue ones before immediately looking away as they continued to stare at her dumbfounded.

"My mother was Silvia Suarez, the youngest daughter of the retired Mexican Intelligence Director Antonio Juan-Carlos Suarez; who's father was the first modern fire born son to the phoenix bloodline."

"Fire born? What the hell is the phoenix bloodline?" Damian spat out at her while rolling his eyes.

"A Mexican bloodline dating back to the dark ages. It follows the descendants of a Mayan queen who was immune to flame and even controlled it. However today it's commonly debated as a myth." Tim said as the other four men turned to him starring.

"What? I read it in a book…" he said before staring down at the floor.

"You are right. Every three generations a person within the bloodline is fire born -meaning they were born with her abilities, which is the reason I am able to do this. The last person before me to have them was my great grandfather." Margery said suddenly igniting her hands before killing the flame like turning off a switch.

"Pardon my asking Margery, but, how in the hell is Slade Wilson your father?" Dick asked causing Margery to shrug.

"My grandfather sent my mother to train under an old enemy of his named Ra's Al Ghul and his League of Assassins, they wanted to start a truce." She said flat out causing Damian to look straight at her.

"My mother became an agent for the Mexican government after graduating the league of assassins, she had everything going well for her, until she fell in love with a former acquaintance from the league; my father, Slade Wilson. They were worked together on missions when she was still in training, never fully knowing him until he found her again years later. At that time my grandfather had betrothed her to the governor's son, but she rebelled and married Slade in secrecy. After finding out about my mother's secret marriage to Slade, my grandfather denounced her of her titles and her claim to the Suarez fortune… So before I was born she left Mexico City and moved to Yucatan with my father. I was born in Yucatan and spent my childhood there with my mother, my father was never home due to his missions with the League of Assassins, and my mom continued her work as an agent for Mexican intelligence until my Grandfather threatened her; finding out she had me -and that I was prophesied to have the gifts I have now. She was so scared that she dropped everything and moved to Gotham with me without telling anyone; my father barely visiting us anymore. My mother begged him to stay with us and leave the Assassins, but not long after that she passed… when he found out he took me home and stayed with me during the funeral, but after… he dropped me off at the group home and didn't return until recently… Ever since her death I lived in Santa Madre's home for girls." Her voice trailed off; growing more and more quiet as she stared at the ground; trying to hide that sadness that swept over her face.

"So how'd she die? I heard it was plane crash off of the Arabian coast" Damian blurted out with his arms crossed and a scowl still on his face; his comment causing Bruce to look back at him murderously and narrow his eyes in warning.

"Her plane was bombed on her flight home from Pakistan…"she whispered barely audibly

"Ignore him. I apologize on his behalf." Bruce said solemnly as his eyes found a familiar despair deep within her eyes.

It was then that Alfred entered the room carrying a large tray adorned with a tea pot and china cups.

"Master Wayne, Ms. Cassandra and Ms. Stephanie are here for morning brunch" He said before Bruce nodded at him.

"Tell them we'll be down for brunch in a moment Alfred" Bruce said as Alfred nodded before walking back downstairs, Tim and Jason running out the door behind him to greet the two girls.

Bruce then turned back to Margery giving her a warm smile. "It would be a pleasure for you to join us Margery."

She smiled back softly; seeing that even though he'd only known her for a short time, he already cared for her wellbeing.

"Only if you have coffee" She said as a playful smile formed from ear to ear.

"Deal." Bruce said before taking her small hand and walking with Dick out of the training room; Damian watching them walk away with his eyes narrowed and arms crossed.


Margery was practically in heaven; feeling herself drowning in the lap of luxury as she took each sip of coffee looking as if she were on cloud nine. It was almost seven at night; dinner soon to be served as she looked back on her wonderful day.

She'd met Cassandra and Stephanie during brunch earlier and talked with them about everything from books to breakdancing to mustache waxing; then after they left she helped Alfred with the dishes and shared cleaning stories of her own while living in the group home, later she spoke with Bruce about Slade's underground bunkers and informed him of his most recent crimes, and not too long ago she'd finished explaining memes to Dick, Tim, and Jason, even showing them her own meme collection.

She was now sitting at the dining room table along with Bruce, Tim, Dick, and Jason; Damian out walking Titus. She continued to sip her coffee in bliss even though it was nearly dinner time; Tim smirking at her as she poured herself another cup and began to sip it black, no additives whatsoever.

"I don't think I've seen many girls your age drink their coffee with nothing in it" Dick said jokingly; catching her attention and bringing her back to earth as she gave a somewhat embarrassed smile.

"At our home we have a coffee maker, but the milk, sugar, groceries, and everything else that is edible is fought over and only lasts one day if not one hour. I use some of the money I make at my job to buy my own coffee and keep it in my drawer, but that is all I can afford due to the rest of the money being used for soap and toothpaste. So I learned to like my coffee black with nothing in it."

So that's why she's so thin, food is scarce. Bruce thought as he smiled at her comment; pouring himself his own cup of coffee before looking up at Margery. "You're quite the ambitious young worker aren't you? Where do you work?" He asked

"I work at the Mexican bakery three blocks down from our home, my boss was a good friend of my mother, she is actually more of a family friend than my boss." She said before taking another sip.

"Interesting. Ever asked if you could live in her house instead of crashing in mine?" Damian said as he walked through the door with Titus by his side.

"Really Damian? Because while you were out walking Titus we were asking Bruce if we could switch you and Margery. I mean she's nicer, a harder worker, much more grateful, and overall ten times better than you." Dick spat back at Damian in defense of the girl as Bruce chastised him for being so blunt; Damian's eyes widening before stepping up to Bruce and staring him dead in the face.

"You can't be serious right? You're actually taking the street rat into our home?! She's not even useful! I could see if she had potential use as a side kick, but she's an emotional girl! And not only that, but she's Slade's daughter! The fact that you're all even considering this shows the audacity that witch has! She's an unwanted worthless stray, and she's not staying here." Damian ranted, Bruce having enough and immediately jumping up from his chair to slam both his fists onto the table as he stood face to face with him.

Meanwhile Margery tried to hide the tears that ran down her rosy cheeks; jutting up from her seat and running out of the dining room and out of the house slamming the door behind her; Dick about to stand up and stop her from leaving before Tim held him down in his seat as Jason focused on Damian and Bruce.

Let her cool down. Tim mouthed to Dick as she ran out the door; Bruce and Damian so focused on each other they didn't even realize she'd left until they heard the door slam.

It was then that Damian faltered, a feeling in his gut dipping for the first time as he turned to see she was no longer in her seat as he felt his feet take a few steps forward. What in God's name was this? Was this Guilt?

It was then that he started running, Bruce yelling something behind him as she ran out the door, but his ears too focused on the thoughts raging in his head to even hear what Bruce said. Once running down the drive through he caught up to Margery who was now running away from him; finally getting close enough to grab her by the arm and spin her around.

"¡No me toques!!"[Don't touch me!] she yelled at him; the look on his face confirming his realization that she'd been sobbing before she used her free burning hand to slap him across the face. He stumbled backwards before looking up at her and raising an arm as he stuttered somewhat at a loss for words.

"Margery they really do want you to stay I just… I WAS… I-I'M NOT MYSELF WHENEVER YOU'RE NEAR ME! YOU… YOU MAKE ME… weak." Damian confessed; his harsh green eyes melting as they locked on her hot brown ones, his words causing her to step closer to him and softly cup her hand over his cheek.

"You may be able to fool everyone else Damian Wayne, but you do not fool me. You are arrogant, rude, selfish, hateful, and sadly –hollow hearted. I saw it the moment I met you. You go around wearing a mask of pride, but deep inside there is a repression you struggle to keep locked away within yourself –your hope of one day being loved and loving in return. It is not me you have a problem with Damian, it is yourself." Margery said before removing her hand from his cheek and walking up the driveway.

She entered the Wayne manor to be welcomed inside by Alfred, Bruce, Tim, Dick, and Jason who walked her back to the table and ate dinner together –Damian standing deep in thought in the driveway contemplating her words in silence.


(Meanwhile)

Slade sat before the large monitor screen; pitch black surrounding him as he played through the vivid video imagery downloaded onto the monitor from the neuro-chip placed inside of it. The underground Bunker he sat in was completely empty besides him and his daughter Rose, Rose sighing as she stood next to the man that scanned the video.

"Such a large amount of pain for such a young girl." Slade said with a sigh.

"Her mom died. Big deal." Rose spat with a scowl as her father continued to focus on Margery.

"Her mother burned to ash right in front of her, along with the other civilians on that plane, and she was the reason for it; by accident of course -but nonetheless still the cause of the explosion. Her subconscious makes it obvious that she still loathes herself for it; her psyche unlocking itself from repression and unleashing the strenuous shame and guilt she feels for causing the deaths of many -including her beloved mother." Slade said before looking at Rose.

"Okay so she's a bit traumatized, why are you looking through her recorded nightmares again?" Rose asked with annoyance in her voice.

"Because Rose, in order to break that resilient moral code of hers we must go deep into her subconscious. Only when we break her, will the moral code she abides by fall; and once that's out of the way, there will be nothing stopping her from joining me.

Rose rolled her eyes as her father continued to calculate his sinister plan; his eyes narrowing as a wicked smirk crawled up the left side of his face while Rose looked at him and huffed.

"Margery, Margery, Margery! Why is it always about stupid Margery? You don't need her! You have the better version of her standing right before your eyes. How do you plan to break the pesky demon anyway?"

Slade sighed in annoyance towards his older daughter before turning to face her; the wheels turning in his head as he grinned wickedly.

"The same way she was broken the first time"