A/N: People keep reviewing saying, "I can't wait to see where this story is going." Truth is, so am I. That is, I have a very vague idea of where I'm going with this. I know where to take it, but getting there is the trouble. So just bear with me on that (rawr).

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The chapter you're about to read takes place sometime after the last (a few days to a week)

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The most striking difference between Hong Kong and Gotham was the weather. Not the number of people, not the different languages, none of that. The feeling of the city was the same: a whole lot of people crammed into a relatively small area. No, the most striking difference to Cass was the weather. Particularly the cold, Cass's least favorite state of being. She liked to be warm, curled up in the comfort of her bed. Napping in the sunlight on the couch with a blanket. Cups of tea and slippers. Warmth, not heat, was the best part of living.

She supposed that was her favorite physical aspect of Jason. He was always warm. With her cheek pressed against his chest, clothed or not, and a blanket thrown over her. Man, she could've slept through days like that.

Now a days she groped half asleep in bed for a warm companion. When she found none, her lazy eyes opened to the sight of sun streaming in the window.

She should get a cat.

No, that'd be a bad idea. Cats shed, and they could be problematic. Plus cats needed to be taken care of. If she couldn't even keep a plant alive, how was she supposed to take care of an animal?

Slippers on, shuffling to kitchenette. Fridge open, she shivered. Cold: the worst state of being.

Breakfast, shower, fresh clothes. She wrapped a towel around her head and slipped on flip flops. Though Cain had forced her to walk barefoot on hot coals without flinching, she still felt best with a cushiony surface beneath her feet.

She slumped on the couch and turned on the TV. She propped her feet on the coffee table, one ankle crossing over the other. Supernatural marathon today, that sounded good.

She was debating breaking into the cans of pop when there was a knock at the door.

Three curt knocks, approximately half a second long each. She waited a moment, they didn't knock again. She could only estimate what this meant. Taking the towel off her head, she went to the door and opened it.

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Babs'd had a pretty uneventful morning herself. Though, not alone. They'd had an agreement that if Dick was going to stay the night, use hot water, and eat her food, he had to come up with the meals. So he made her scrambled eggs with ham that morning. Not her favorite, but she wasn't going to split hairs when she had something to talk with him about.

Dick pecked her cheek and slid the plate in front of her. He sat across from her with his own food.

"Now, what about Cass and Jason?" said Babs as she ate her eggs.

Dick shrugged as he ate his leftover pizza. "What do you suggest? Jason isn't about to just forgive her," he said.

"He will, we've just got to figure out how."

Dick shook his head. "Why's he being such a dickhead about this whole thing?"

Babs raised an eyebrow. "Because he feels she's in the wrong, but, at the same time, knows it's wrong to feel that way."

Dick raised his eyebrows. "How do you know?"

She eyed him knowingly. "Through personal experience with a similar situation."

Dick thought back and then winced as he remembered. "That was a long time ago, and I've made up for it. Haven't I?"

Babs sighed. "Anyway, we've got to get them back together. I've already spoken with Steph-"

"Wait, wait, wait, who is 'we?'"

"Everybody."

"Who is everybody?"

Babs rolled her eyes. "You, me, Tim, Steph, Alfred, maybe Bruce even."

"I highly doubt Bruce is going to help when Jason is involved."

"He might. It would be to his advantage."

Dick raised his eyebrow again. "How would Jason and Cass's relationship be to Bruce's advantage?"

"They'd be together while on patrol and off. That way Bruce wouldn't have to worry about having you, Tim, or Steph watching him when Bruce isn't."

Dick nodded. "Ok, but Bruce hasn't reinstated Cass on patrol yet."

Babs chewed on her lip. She had forgotten that detail. "Do you think he would reinstate her just for that reason?"

Dick scoffed and shrugged. He itched the back of his neck. "You're guess is as good as mine, Babs. I think he'd be just as likely to kick Jason off patrol. The only reason he doesn't is because Jason would just go out anyway."

"Well, doesn't Jason kill less when he's with Cass?"

"He doesn't kill much these days, he knows Bruce'll tear him a new one."

"Still," Barbara felt a new argument bubbling in the back of her mind. "He's less violent when she's around. So that's why Bruce should let her back on."

Dick nodded. "But you're assuming two things, Babs." He held up one finger, "One, that Bruce will reinstate Cass as Jason's babysitter." He raised a second finger, "Two, that Jason and Cass will just magically work it out."

Babs held up her index finger. "I was getting to that. We need a plan of attack. Call Tim and Steph, we need a war council."

Dick sighed. Babs raised her eyebrow. "What," she said. "Don't you want Jason and Cass to get back together?"

"Of course I do," said Dick. "I just don't know how it's going to work."

"We don't even know if it'll work," said Babs, laying her hand on his. "But we should at least try."

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Bruce'd like to pretend he hadn't spent the night at Selina's. He met up with her on patrol and the rest can be left up to the imagination. In the morning he went back to the manor.

No work today, he decided. He descended the secret entrance to the BatCave, and started analyzing his data from the night before. Nothing too unusual, except the elevated amount of gang activity. But the amount wasn't what concerned him, it was the location.

Most gangs functioned in the East End, with only the big crime bosses like Falcone and the Black Mask venturing into the inner city. Even then, that was more akin to the Mafia or a crime ring than a gang. Yet there was a lot of gang activity on the North side of of town. This was confusing because the North side wasn't rich or poor. Middle class working citizens lived there with their spouses and 2.5 kids. A lot of students lived in the North East part because of the cheap housing, but the gang activity was definitely centered in the North.

He could already tell that this was going to take more than one patrol.

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A/N; I'm having fun writing this, but I think I'm comfortable with making it go quicker. I'm thinking it'll be between 11-15 chapters long. So not that long, but longer than you think.

I'm thinking either the next chapter, or the one after that one will feature the beginning of the climax. But don't quote me on that because it's still in the works.

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