Chpt.6

Livy looked out the window with a small smile on her face. They were on an air plane, heading away from Puerto Rico, and back to Gotham, where Jason apparently had some business to take care of.

Livy would admit that she would miss Puerto Rico, the place where her mother grew up, but she was happy to go back to the place where she grew up. Sure, it was a hell hole, but her mother was also buried there, so Livy was happy with the fact that she would be able to talk to her grave stone. She could also visit Ramon, and seeing her Mother's brother, her uncle, made her smile.

Not to mention there was Jason's family…

Livy glanced over and noticed that Jason was asleep, his head tilted up and his hands folded on his stomach with his chair reclined back.

Jason didn't seem to like his family all that much.

She remembered Alfred. Jason didn't seem to dislike the man at all. Not to mention he made good cookies. And there was also Dick, and he gave her a good hug. She didn't know how to feel about Tim. Apparently he hated Jason. Then there was Bruce. Jason did not like talking about Bruce.

And then she couldn't forget Damian.

Dick head. She thought sourly as the name came across her mind. He always thought he was right about everything and he's so spoiled. She couldn't help how her mind drifted to how Damian used to sit next to her bed and talked to her after she got shot. A small smile started to form on her lips, but she quickly suppressed the memory.

"Stupid boy." She grumbled to herself.

"Say something, shorty?" Roy inquired, looking up from his magazine.

"I was just talking to myself." Livy informed with a heavy sigh.

"Y'know, they say that talking to yourself is an early sign that you're crazy." Roy informed with a smirk. Livy raised an eyebrow and questioned,

"Who's 'they'?"

"Y'know… the ambiguous 'they'." Roy said while making an arm gesture that reminded Livy of a ballerina. Instead of pressing the matter, the little girl just smirked at him.

"Ambiguous, huh? Big word for a guy with a third grade reading level." She giggled.

"Shut up you little rodent. If we weren't on an airplane I'd kick your ass." He stated and Livy just chuckled.

"I'd like to see you try."

"Don't tempt me." he grunted.

"Not like you could anyway." Livy shrugged, having fun watching Roy's face get angrier and angrier.

"If I could, I'd throw you out of the plane." Roy growled.

"You wouldn't be able to subdue me quick enough and even if you did, Jason would kill you." Livy retorted.

"It'd be worth it." The man grunted in a mumble as he crossed his arms and slouched in his seat, and Livy shot him a glare.

"Would you two like any beverages?" The two snapped out of their glares when a flight attendant appeared.

Livy smiled innocently while Roy's smile was more flirtatious.

"Yes please. May I have some water?" Livy inquired, and the flight attendant reached into the cooler she was wheeling down the aisle and took out a water bottle.

"Of course you can darling." She smiled as she handed the bottle over.

"Thank you." Livy said with a grin, and then the woman turned to Roy.

"Would you like anything?"

"Could I have your number?" Roy inquired smoothly. The woman looked at him as if he were an annoying fly.

"No sir." She stated, making Livy giggle, and she quickly made her way to the next person who wanted refreshments.

"Fail." Livy giggled, and Roy shot her a glare.

"It wasn't a fail, she obviously just couldn't handle me." Roy snapped, and the girl rolled her eyes.

"I think she handled you pretty well." She shrugged. "Maybe you should get a haircut. Your long hair looks kinda girly." Livy pointed out, and Roy grunted.

"I cut it before, but it looks cooler long." Roy debated.

"What? You like feeling the wind rush through your hair? Does it make you feel like a princess?" Livy taunted.

"For the record, rock stars have long hair. Don't be hating on rock stars." Roy stated.

"Rapunzel had long hair too."

"Don't be sexist Livy, men are allowed to have long hair." Roy informed, and the girl just laughed.

"I'm not being sexist, I have nothing against guys with long hair. I just think it makes them look girly. Especially you." She giggled. "Can I braid it?"

"You are Jason's daughter! You're just a cynical and evil as he is in an innocent little girl's body. It's creepy!"

"Like father like daughter I guess." Livy shrugged.

"I wish you were like your mom. She couldn't possibly be as bad as Jason." Roy muttered.

Livy got quiet.

Am I like my Mom? I want to be because she sounds like a cool person. But… I mean… am I like her? How am I like her? Would she be… proud of me? Livy looked over at Jason, who was still asleep.

I hope she would be. Jason seems to be.

"What's wrong shorty, you got quiet." Roy stated, looking at her curiously.

"Just thinking." She answered and then looked out the window again, bored with the conversation she had previously with Roy. Her thoughts were back to her mother.

When I hear mom, I can't help but think of my Mommy instead of my biological mom sometimes. Is that a bad thing? I mean, my mommy raised me. she taught me how to be a nurse. I miss her. I kind of wish I had another girl I can talk to. She thought sadly. She had been with boys ever since her adoptive mother died. She had been with Jacob and the gang, and then she had been with Jason, Roy, and Kor'i. She liked Kor'i but she wasn't the mothering type. Livy wouldn't admit it out loud, but she felt a bit self-conscious while around Kor'i as well.

I should stop being so selfish. She thought to herself. I already have Jason, my Dad, and he does so much for me. I shouldn't want a mother. I already had two. I had my chance and lost them both. I just need to stay with Jason, and not lose him.

Livy took her book out to read for the rest of the flight. She didn't want to think about mothers and her lack of having one. She convinced herself that wanting a mother was selfish and that she had lost her chance of having a mother figure.

She was wrong.