WARNING: I WILL BE TALKING ABOUT THE SCENE WHERE THE GRAYSON'S FALL AND DIE. THERE'S MENTIONS OF JASON/JASMINE'S DEATHS TOO. AND YEAH HARSH THINGS...Just thought I'd let you know :)
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"Finally, it was my turn to join my parents in their performance. So much training was put into our routine, and I was ready to show it all off." Rachel chuckled softly at the memory.
"If only I had done something more to let them know, to get them to understand what was going on. Maybe they would still be alive...maybe." Rachel sighed, her eyes became unfocused and she began her story, delving into the memory of one of the happiest and saddest days of her life.
"If only…"
"Mama, tata, hurry hurry! We have to get practicing." A small girl ran ahead of her parents, jumping upon barrels and platforms as she performed flips and somersaults. The man chuckled at his little imp.
"Calm down, little bird. We still have to whole day!" The little girl stopped and turned to look at her father, pouting slightly she walked back and jumped onto the man. He quickly caught her and brought her up to his shoulder.
"But tata…" The little girl wilted onto her father's head, grabbing strands of his hair and fiddling with them carefully.
"Rachel, be patient." Her mother said from next to her, not scoldingly or angrily, just as a kind reminder.
"Alright, mama. I'm just really excited is all." Rachel smiled widely at her mother. The little girl started twitching on her father's shoulder. The trio had continued to walk, but the girl had remained seated. Her father noticed her fidgeting and smirks up at his child.
"Little Robin, you just have too much energy, don't you?" Reaching up, he grabbed the girl and set her back down on the ground.
"Off you go, go find Pop Haley and tell him we'll begin to set up." Rachel looked thankfully at her father and nodded. Then she took off doing cartwheels and more flips as she went. With a final front handspring she disappeared within the tent.
"Oh what will we do with her, Mary? I wonder where she gets all this energy. It must be from you." Mary slaps her husband's shoulder jokingly, smiling at his statement.
"If she got it from anyone, it would be from you John. You can't stand still even if your life depended on it." John smiled, his blue eyes shining along with his pearly white teeth.
"I'm a happy man, Mary," He scooped up his wife into his arms, kissing her lips once she was steady. "Happy men can't help but dance." He spun with her in his arms, laughing at her surprised squeal.
"John! You'll drop me!" She wrapped his arms around his neck securely.
"Never love, I'll never drop you." Mary looked at her husband, the man she loved. The one she was happy with. John Grayson. Gently, she inches up and kisses him softly. Their lives would be brilliant. Thier daughter would mature into a beautiful woman and find her own love. Then, John and Mary would live out their days together, to the end.
"I know you won't." Tears made tracks on her face and her stomach curled suddenly.
"Why are you crying, love?" John asked worried. Mary reached up and wipped her tears away, looking up she saw the John was leaking tears as well.
"I don't know. John, why are you crying." John sets Mary down and touches his cheek. Why was he crying. Suddenly a bad feeling squirmed in his heart. They were both in tears, feeling hopeless and lost. They realize that they are crying for their child, but why? They were all happy. John wraps his arms around Mary and rests his forehead on her crown, and they remain like that. Crying tears they feel are unnecessary but yet so real.
Little did they know that Rachel stared from one of the folds of the tent. Confused she went back in and began to look for Haley, maybe things would be less weird with him.
"Look, you know you need our protection." A man dressed sharply, an equally sharp grin on his face, stared at Pop Haley. Two men were positioned behind him, acting as bodyguards. Big bodyguards.
"I know I don't. Now, if you gentlemen would be kind enough to leave-" Haley replied as calmly as he could, but the man wouldn't relent.
"I suggest, Pops, that you pay. If you don't, well, let's just say you'll be missing your best act." The man stepped close, looking at Pop dead in the eyes. His hands toying around with a pocket knife.
"No." Haley replied surely, the man simply smiled. Looking towards the tent entrance where Rachel hid and spotting her momentarily. He sneered and waved his knife hand at Rachel, his yellowed teeth visible. Then he looked back at Haley.
"I see. Have a nice night Haley. I'm sure you'll see things our way soon enough." Closing his knife with a snap, he walks away towards Rachel, and signals his bodyguards to follow him out. Rachel jumps up and runs away, jumping up on one of the metals poles keeping the tent up. Quietly, she lays there and waits to see the man.
"You went and scared the little brat away Tony." One of the bodyguards says to the skinny man with a knife.
"Shut up." Tony looks around for Rachel, not finding her he starts walking out, but not before stopping and pointing at his guards.
"I need you two to, evict the most popular act here, ya hear? Some Grayson folk need to lose their wings. Its an easy snip." Tony made a cutting gesture with his fingers, then he started cackling.
"Pops won't know what hit 'im." Then the men disappeared and Rachel jumped down from her spot. Her heart jumping in her chest, running to the center of the tent she stumbles into Pop.
"Pop! Pop, those men are gonna do something bad, Pop." Haley kneeled down on one knee and rested his hands on her shoulders.
"Calm down little missy, everything is alright I promise. Zucco is nothing more than a man with threats. He'll be gone before the performance even starts.
"But Haley..!" Haley shook his head and stood from his position. Patting Rachel's head he started walking towards the exit as well. His hand never leaving Rachel's shoulder.
"I promise, Rae. Everything'll be alright." Rachel frowned, why wouldn't Pop listen to her?! She'd tell her parents. Just as soon as she saw them again.
"After hearing that, I knew I had to tell my parents. I thought they would understand my worry, that they would trust me. But I was too young. Too naive."
"Tata! Mama! We can't perform today, we just can't!" Rachel ran to her parents, hugging their legs like lifelines.
"Woah, little bird what's the matter?" Rachel's father bent down and looked over his little girl.
"Its nothing John, just Zucco again. Really, he just doesn't want to stop." John kissed Rachel's forehead and stood.
"Don't worry baby girl, nothing will happen."
"But tata, please I heard them talking. They might-"
"Rachel, baby. Trust your daddy and Pop Haley when they say we'll be fine." Mary took Rachel's chin in her hand and lifted it up.
"But mama-"
"Rachel, that's enough. What has gotten into you? You don't normally act this way."
"Please…"
"Rachel." John said seriously, "Now, that's enough. We need to finish preparing for the show. Go to Zitka and play with her. I'm sure she'd be happy to see you." Dejectedly, Rachel bowed her head and walked towards the animal tent, not a single spring in her step. Without giving her another glance, everyone began to work once more on preparing for that night's show.
The Graysons climbed up their poles to the trapeze boards. Below, Pop Haley could be heard introducing the act. The Flying Graysons! The crowd cheered wildly in excitement. Every one finally reached the top, John and Rachel's uncle, Rick, had already jumped, gaining momentum as the lights settled on them. Rachel looked down to the netless ground below. She had never been afraid of the height, in fact she took from it the given excitement.
Next, her mother and aunt jumped, John and Rick caught their wives securely. Looking across, Rachel could see her cousin preparing to jump, it was almost their cue. Mary returned to the board, her arms outstretched for Rachel to jump and grab onto. Mary smiled brightly, her face alight with pure joy. Maybe everything would be alright. Rachel jumped and from there everything slowed down. After jumping, a snap cracked into Rachel's mind, her mother's eyes widened in horror in sync with her own.
"Rachel!"
They all stared to fall, John reached out and grabbed Rachel hugging her to his chest, Mary reached over him and secured her small body. Positioning himself so that he would get the full force of the fall, John hugged his little girl to his chest and made the briefest eye contact with his wife, before everything went black.
Screams erupted from the crowd and everyone began to run, mothers and fathers taking their children from the scene of gore and red. Some stared shocked at the scene. Among them, was Bianca Wayne.
Bianca looked at the fallen bodies of the Graysons. Thier bones twisted terrifyingly, eyes and mouths agape in expressions of fear. Crimson soaked the dirt, and none seemed to have survived. She stepped over the crowd box and walked slowly towards the bodies of Mary and John Grayson. Her heeled boots crunching almost ominously in the sand. Once she was close enough, she sees on John's chest Rachel. The poor child, her parents held onto her till the very end. Her hair was blood soaked and her arms twisted oddly as they were squished in between the ground and her father's heavy body, only her right hand's fingertips brushed the ground.
Bianca kept staring at the small body. So young. So very young. Closing her eyes, Bianca took off her jacket and prepared to place it on the dead family. She had seen the small child jumping around in excitement just an hour before. Now, she was gone.
As her jacket touched Rachel's body, a shuttering gasp shook the tiny frame. Bianca jumped over the bodies and went to the side the little girl's face could be seen. Blue eyes were half lidded with clouding pain.
She was alive.
She had survive.
A fall like this! She had survived it. Bianca looked around for Haley. She had to call someone, anyone. A phone, where was her phone. She can't find it!
"She's alive! Call an ambulance! Someone call an ambulance, this little girl is alive!" Bianca yelled and instantly looked down at the minute child. The little girl gasped and coughed, blood staining her lips from within.
"Hey, hey, I'm right here. Can you hear me?" Rachel blinked slowly. She hummed before her body shook with more coughing.
"It's okay, shh, it's okay. You'll have help soon. I'm Bianca. Bianca Wayne. Just stay awake, okay?" Rachel hummed again, her little fingers twitching in pain. How had she survived? She was so little. How many of her bones were broken? How much permanent damage was made? Where was the ambulance?!
"Rachel! Oh, Rachel…" Haley ran to the little girl and Bianca. Dropping to his knees next to the millionaire.
"Oh, Rae...this...this is my fault." Tears coursed down the older man's face. Bianca simply sat there making sure that Rachel did not close her eyes. After what seemed like an eternity, the EMT's arrived. Bianca and Haley stood, leaving them enough space to work. They muttered among themselves, giving each other's quick instructions.
Rachel had closed her eyes in the little time Bianca had moved away from her.
Efficiently enough, the medics got Rachel into the ambulance and they were off to the hospital. Haley couldn't leave with her, having been detained by the police for questioning. This having been his circus, they wanted more information on the situation. Bianca reassured the man that she would stick with the child and got in the ambulance with the little girl.
On the way, the medics worked furiously to keep Rachel alive. Using the defibrillator even to restart the small, failing heart. Bianca sat scared for this child. If she survived, she couldn't remain in the circus any longer. With all the travel, surely it would be too hard on her.
She could always take her in, right? The manor was large enough. Alfreda surely wouldn't mind either. Bianca could provide care and shelter to Rachel. Just as long as she agreed, Bianca wouldn't mind having some more company in her home. All Rachel had to do was fight for her life. The rest would be dealt with one step at a time.
"From there, all I mostly remember is pain. I couldn't move, couldn't talk. I could barely even breathe. Or rather, I couldn't even breathe on my own." Rachel interlocked her hands, wringing them in grief left unseen on her face. Dick, who was sitting right next to her, slowly, almost uncertainty, rested his hand on top of her own. He knew he made the right choice when their eyes met, her blue eyes shining with gratitude. From there, Rachel continued.
The hospital room was white. Very white. Sterile, clean, emotionless. It was scarier that darkness.
Rachel looked blankly at the ceiling of her room. She couldn't move. She couldn't speak. At most she could open her eyes for a few minutes a day before they closed for more hours than necessary.
Sometimes, she could hear a voice. It was a woman's voice. She remembered having heard it before… when she fell? No...when she was on the ground? Yeah.
The voice told her stories of heroes, heroes that did wondrous things. They saved the lives of so many people. Among them were Superwoman, Batwoman, and WonderWarrior. They all sounded amazing. Each with their own power and strength. Each with a bond of unbreakable trust that no one could possibly destroy.
Other times, the voice told Rachel about how nice it was outside, and that she had to get better. That when she awakened, she would be taken outside to see the the brilliant sun. She would be able to play in the park and enjoy the air once more. Even after Rachel's eyes closed the voice remained. Rachel really wanted to meet this person. It was so nice and welcoming. Almost like her mama. Where was her mama? Did she fall too? She fell too.
Rachel loved having the voice reassure her so. She was sure that the voice's hand was the one that pet her head to softly. The one that grabbed her hand in their own. Maybe one day she'll be able to see the voice. Maybe.
She remembered this voice now, her name was Bianca. Bianca, they would surely meet. One day.
A month after the fall, Rachel remained in her periodic coma. Signs of awakening showed but there was still no sign of recognition.
A month and a day after the fall, Rachel Grayson went missing.
One night, when Rachel opened her eyes she found darkness. But she could move. She could move! Standing up, Rachel felt around for something, anything, that would tell her where she was. She felt no pain, no discomfort except for the damp sensation under her feet.
"Rachel Grayson. You have been chosen by the Court of Owls." Looking up, Rachel finds two golden yellow eyes shining in the darkness. Far, far above her.
"Your name has been taken, as of now you are Talon. And forever more until you are told otherwise. You will obey the Court or you will be eliminated." The little girl sat confused, where was she?
"Your first mission. Escape this well, or you will find that you will perish within." The golden eyes blinked and disappeared. Rachel tried yelling, nothing but a croak emanating from her throat. She couldn't talk, couldn't scream. Crawling forward, she reaches a slippery wall. Feeling around for some sort of foot hold, anything that will allowed her to climb upwards. She finds a little ledge and begins to climb, slowly and steadily.
She falls once. Standing up she climbs higher this time.
She falls again. Again she stands and starts climbing again.
Her fingers bleed from the jagged rocks. But she keeps on climbing.
She falls for what seems to be the fifth time. Her knee shatters on impact, so she waits. And waits. Two nights later, it's completely healed, so she starts climbing again.
Almost to the top this time her gown catches on something sharp. The abrupt stop makes her lose her grip and she falls all the way from the top. Her leg breaks in three places, both her arms are now useless. Her neck remains stiff, and her shoulder feels out of place. She can't feel her chest. Those injuries take three weeks to heal.
Rachel still cried at times, at first she cried a lot, but her mama nor her tata were there to make her feel better. So she stopped crying at one point. Mostly she just waited a lot. Waited to heal. Somehow she healed a lot faster than before, she could feel it.
Once her bones realigned, Rachel stood and climbed one more time. She would make it this time, she was sure. Pieces of her hospital gown were wrapped around her hands as a replacement of chalk. Taking a running start, Rachel propelled her jump with the side of the wall. With a grunt she grabbed onto the jutting rocks. Her nails were stronger now, so were her fingers and toes. Like a monkey, she scaled the walls over all the memorized handholds.
She kept on climbing, steady, so sure of her goal. Today was the day for sure.
The top was so close. Just right there.
Her foot slips, but she quickly find another spot to place it. Almost there.
The mouth of the well just within her reach, so she jumps with all her might. Her arms outstretched with her hands prepared to catch the ledge.
Her fingers curl around the stone, with her final strength, she pulls herself up: she's free.
"It has been five months, I never thought you would make it to the top. You are a strong one little Talon."
"After that, I was trained. The Talon in charge of me was named William Cobb. Supposedly, he was my great-grandfather from my father's side, but we never actually tested that fact." Rachel sighed and looked up once more to the male Batfamily. They all had varying expressions of confusion and awe, horror and sympathy. Her own family was sympathetic. Timora even looked a bit guilty. This made Rachel smile. Timora was putting up a front. A strong one, and Rachel could tell that her little sister did not trust anyone in this house at the moment. Of course, if Rachel pointed this out, Timora would most likely deny it and continue being cranky and defensive until she felt she could trust someone. Perhaps, she could get her to talk to Timothy. They were each other after all.
Looking down at her hands, she sees Dick's bigger hand on top of hers. She wants to cry, actually. It's faint but definitely there. The memory, just remembering the pain was horrible. But, Tony Zucco had paid. Never again could he cause anyone any more pain, even if it wasn't by her hand, he paid the consequence with his life.
"Rachel." Rachel looks up, Dick had been the one to call her.
"Yeah?" His eyes were full of sorrow, and instantly he wrapped his arms around her, making her head rest on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that happened to you." Rachel's eyes welled up with tears, silently they slipped down her cheeks. She smiled slightly as she sniffed.
"Silly, there's nothing to be sorry about. It happened to you too." Laughing a little, she pats his back reassuringly.
"But not like you." Pulling away, she can see he has tears in his eyes also. Was she this heartfelt. Did she truly show her love so openly?
"Don't worry about it. It's all in the past. I have a family now. After so many days in darkness, after so much time alone. I have people that love me. Just like you, I'm happy. I could never ask for more." Rachel looks around smiling at everyone. It's so bright, so openly happy.
"My heart was frozen once. Hardened by a Talon, by the darkness. If it weren't for Bianca, for this family. I would still be lost." They all sat in silence, absorbing the information. Now they understood what Jasmine had said about Rachel.
"Even in another universe, you're such a bleeding heart." It was Jason that spoke. Jasmine took the moment to swiftly whack her counterpart in the head.
"I'm so sick of you." She sneered before she grabbed him by the neck and put him in a hold. A full blown fight broke out from there. Jason tried to break the hold, he couldn't get out of it by standing so he dropped to the ground and tripped Jasmine. Her legs gave out from underneath her and she fell on a wooden side table with a grunt. Jason went to punch her but only ended up breaking the table in two. He growled before throwing another punch towards Jasmine's face. Jasmine dodged once twice and then whipped her fist out, catching Jason in the nose and causing it to bleed. She went to punch him again but missed and received a kick to the stomach.
The air left her lungs in a cough, taking the opportunity Jason grabbed Jasmine by the shoulder and shoved her towards the brick frame of the fireplace. During the whole fight, Dick made to stop them,so did Bruce, but Rachel simply held him back and shook her head, saying something about Jasmine knowing what she was doing.
The fight escalated until it reached the main hall. Both Jasmine and Jason fell to the floor and began rolling around, both trying to be on top in order to deliver more powerful blows.
"You're just some scared little kid, aren't you!?"Jasmine yelled in Jason's face as she pinned his hands down.
"Shut up! You don't know anything!" Jason kicked his leg up and into Jasmine's stomach, she loses her grip on his hands and flies off sliding near the door where both bat families looked on. She smashed her teeth together and jumped up onto her feet with ease. Her hair tie had broken from the scuffle and now she stood with her hair in every direction. She takes off her jacket and lifts her fists up in a boxing stance. With her head she signals Jason to come and fight. He scoffs and lifts his own fist, both Jasmine and Jason sprint closer to each other. Jasmine smirks and lashes out her fist, Jason moves his head to the side, dodging the blow. Punches and kicks keep flying in a myriad of movements. In one final move, both Jasmine and Jason punch each other's faces. They freeze in their spots, fists to faces. Then, they collapse.
"Jasmine!" Rachel rushes towards her sister, but instead of really looking worried she looked amused. Jasmine's eyes were open but she seemed dazed. She cursed Jason under her breath and touched her nose.
"I should have expected myself to have a killer swing, but that was harsh. The brat almost knocked me out." She mostly whispered the last part to herself, but Rachel being so close actually heard her. She laughed at her younger sister and stood up, looking at Dick to see if he had approached Jason. He hadn't. Rachel handed Jasmine a handkerchief and went to kneel next to Jason, who by now had sat up holding his nose. He glares at the female Nightwing but she simply holds out her hand, smiling compassionately at him.
"Come now, little brother, let's get that nose fixed up." Rachel could tell he was about to throw insults at her, but before he did Jasmine swooped in and pulled on his shirt collar, dragging him over the hardwood floor and then the carpet. He tried his best to scream his protest but they were ignored.
"Are you sure it's safe to leave them alone in the Batcave?" It was Bruce who asked hesitantly. Rachel rubbed the back of her neck and replied, "I trust my sister, she knows how much is too much." Rachel then approached Dick and swung an arm around his neck, he easily mimicked her movement.
"Okay, now that the serious stuff is over with, we want to propose an idea." Dick started looking at the group.
"We think we should bond a bit more. I mean this must have happened for a reason right? Maybe we had to do some thinking about ourselves." Rachel continued on with Dick's idea. Dani and Dami both scoffed.
"Please Grayson, the only reason we are here is because some idiot started playing with technology, which most likely did not belong to him, and had some sort if a grudge with my mother." Dani huffed, her arms were crossed haughtily in a I-am-more-superior-than-thou-but-Grayson-still-finds-me-cute way. It was true though, Grayson does find her cute.
"Regardless, it doesn't matter. We are going to make the most of it!" Dick exclaimed and Rachel yelled a 'Yeah!' in response, the the two walked away, most likely to make plans. This week was going to be awfully eventful.
"Let. Me. Go!" Jasmine sighed and instantly lets go of Jason's collar. Jasmine then walked a few steps away and leaned against the costume cases, specifically the one that had the original Robin costume inside of it, the one that Jason was the last to wear.
Jason stood and dusted himself off, before looking up and glaring at his counterpart. He was about to say something, insult her, belittle her, anything, but she cut him off.
"Do you know why Bruce keeps this here?" Jasmine uncrosses her arms and points at the case behind her with her thumb. Jason remains quiet for a moment, he didn't know what to say really.
"I don't know, most likely to remind himself of his Golden Boy and how good he was. Honestly, I don't really care. He never cared about me-"
"He keeps it here, Jason, to remind himself of his biggest failure. To remind himself that you died because he wasn't prepared. That it was his fault you died and that if he had never brought you into this life of crime fighting you would have never suffered and you would still be alive today. Jason he searched for you. He almost reached you. If he had made it there a minute earlier you would have been saved." Jasmine cut Jason off, her voice strong but not unkind. She spoke factually about the topic, really wanting Jason to see how much Bruce suffered.
"But he wasn't there a minute earlier. And you know what, if he was so devastated he would have done something! His biggest failure wasn't the fact that he wasn't able to rescue me, no, his biggest failure was letting that psychopath roam around free killing more people! Innocent people! If it were the Golden Boy-"
"If it had been Dick he wouldn't have done it either! If it had been Dick, I know he would have come as close to killing the Joker as he did when you died, but he wouldn't have killed him. You know why? Because what keeps him going is his belief that justice can be served without killing. He knows that he can change the world without being a monster like the Joker and like every other murderer out there! He thought that because you fought for the same things, you wouldn't want him to kill...that was what kept him from breaking the Joker's neck after he tortured you and killed you. He thought he was doing the best for you. It's the same thing he would have done for Dick...The very same thing." Jason looked at Jasmine dead in the eye, he wanted to believe her so much. He knew he wanted to deep down in his heart.
"He didn't love me-"
"Jason," Jasmine approached Jason, stopping just a foot or two away from him.
"He loved you so much, you can never really understand. He broke every bone in the Joker's body he could. He looked straight into his son's murderer's eyes and fought against the desire of taking his life just as he did yours. He stood at your grave and cried. For hours, and during the day he ceased to function. He would forget sometimes you had died and he would call your name, expecting you to run down the hall, but he was disappointed when you never arrived. He became darker, closed off. He lost you...he missed you." She reached out and hesitantly put a hand on his arm. Jason's eyes were downcast, tears weren't evident in them but Jasmine could tell he was biting his lip to keep from tearing up. Jasmine knew he wasn't going to be able to say anything, so she kept speaking.
"He didn't mean to replace you, but he needed Tim. He was going to die without someone watching his back. He almost did a few times, actually. I understand how you feel, but think about it? Maybe, you can come to understand that even though he did wrong by you a few times, he really wants to make things right. So does Dick." Jasmine took her hand away and stepped back. She looked at Jason one more time and then started walking towards the stairs. He needed time to think, she knew. She knew that once she left he would jump on his bike and take off to one of his safe houses. Jason Todd would be gone for a couple of days and so would Red Hood, during that time period he would think about everything that he had heard. Then he would return, and although he won't show it, he will try to understand and to forgive. One member at a time. Jasmine knew, that's why when she heard his motorcycle revving and taking off she smiled to herself and wished him a safe trip.
She walked back into the sitting room, everyone had disappeared again, he only person that would probably be left was.
"Jasmine." Rachel.
"Hey, sis. What's with that expression? You'll mess up your already ugly face with wrinkles, you know." Jasmine could tell she almost got a smile, but that Talon training made her facade almost unbreakable.
"How'd it go?" Jasmine shrugged.
"As well as it could have. He's gone now. He'll be back though." Rachel nodded then she smiled impishly.
"Good job Little Wing, you did a good heart-to-heart, I'm proud of you." Again, Jasmine shrugged, turning away towards the kitchen entry-way.
"I wouldn't have gotten soft if I wasn't hanging out with bleeding heart like you." Rachel pouted and pounced on the taller girl's turned back.
"Didn't you punch Jason for calling me that?"
"Yeah, 'cause only I can insult you, idiot."
"You're hurting my feelings, Jace." Jasmine scoffed and began to walk with Rachel still on her back. She changed her course towards the gym.
"As if I care." Rachel chuckled and tightened her arms slightly around Jasmine's neck to secure herself.
"Jace?" She asked after a while of silence.
"What?" Jasmine asked in an annoyed tone, Rachel knew she was only joking though.
"I love you a lot, little sister. And I'm sorry." Jasmine's throat tightened momentarily, she linked her arms under Rachel's thighs to keep her from falling off.
"Yeah, whatever." Jasmine replied nonchalantly but Rachel knew that was just her way of saying she loved her too. Rachel would wait till she was ready to express herself more. On the inside though Jasmine thought to herself.
"I can't help but love you too, you big idiot. Thank you."
There it is! Look at the length of this?! You guys like? Leave me a review if you can, I'd love to read them! Thank you so much for reading and joining me on this little adventure. I know this was a bit of a filler but next chapter there will be a mission and some complications. If you left me a review I'll answer it below. I hope you enjoyed and I'll see you next chapter!
Oh tata = dad in Romanian, there was no Romany in Google Translate so I had to use that instead. I wanted to, I love the fact the Dick is half Romany!
My Name is Oliver Queen: Truthfully, Dick has always been my favorite Bat-boy but I love them all. I wanted to reflect that onto Rachel and show her maternal side and Dick shows his paternal one. I'm glad you like them! And, yeah, I imagined them at each other's throats and then Jason would just leave, but I needed him to stay.
RedHoodsWife: XD really?! That reference though. And yes, everything just dropped, I could imagine Alfreda dropping plates and everything. I'm glad you liked it and I hope you enjoyed this one as well! Thank you for your review.
PinkBat7941: I admit, Timora is being a brat! But she has a reason, even with her reason though, she is being mean. Yet, the problem with Timora is that she doesn't trust this whole situation. As opposed to everyone else that is just diving into this whole meeting your male self, Timora is a bit more dubious. Timora's experience with her parents was relatively the same as Tim's, although one time her father burned her stuffed teddy bear, but she was mostly neglected and ignored. She has a lot in common with Tim, once she starts trusting them more she'll show it. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, though!
Nightwingsass (Guest): Hey, thanks! I'm glad you're liking it! I feel like, since Jasmine is already on good terms with her family she gets annoyed with her past self, who in this case is Jason. That's why they're fighting so much. Once Jason see things as she understands them they make a really good team and they kick major butt! Until then, they are rivals...sort of. Thanks again!
Omaribacache316: Thank you! And yes Catwoman will make an appearance. She won't be too impacting but she will show up and so will he counterpart~ Catman, otherwise known as Sean Kyle. I ship Bat-Cat so there will be a hint in there! But really, I'm only planning a bit of a cameo.
Chibi Rose Angel (Guest): Oh, I love that you love it! Thank you! Female Bruce I want her to be just as brood-y but still have a bit of a maternal nature. She still has all her social issues as Bruce does though. I hope you enjoyed Rachel's story, I'll see how everyone liked this. I I get good feedback I'll do something similar for all the Bat-girls but if it's too annoying for people I'll figure something else out. Thanks for your review!
Migisi curtis: I'm so glad you gave my story a chance then! I've always wanted to see a serious fanfic like this but I couldn't find one so I decided to write it myself. I'm really glad you're liking it so far and no worries about your English it looks fine! I understood your enthusiasm and your words! I hope you enjoyed this chapter as well!
MysteryGirl3: Yeah, Timora is currently on the defensive! She just doesn't trust anyone at this point and she's a bit protective of her family. She warms up to the Male Bat-Family soon though and once she does she'll be acting like the Tim you know and love. Thank you for the review! And I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Thanks again for your support and I'll see you next time!
Ciao~
-Wolf Symphony