Sorry I took so long writing in Jason, Monsta-starr (who requested a Jason story). Me and my editor (my little sister) decided that this one should go first. I couldn't wait to publish it so...

"Some of us won't survive this mission but it is for the greater good. We must right a wrong that has been caused. It has been a pleasure serving, living, fighting with you all and it will be my pleasure to die beside you. No matter what happens we must be victorious." Dick paused to scan his brothers. "Robins attack!" Four figures bounded into the hallway.

Abby pulled a fresh batch of brownies from the oven with a smile. She smelt the wonderful aroma and looked down at her heavenly baking. She had promised to make them for her friends at school to celebrate her birthday. She placed the tray on the side and turned away. She closed the oven and then turned. Dick was standing there with Damian standing beside him in a defensive position. "We're taking the brownies."

"No, you're not." Abby said. She grabbed a tea towel from the side and twisted it. Dick's eyes widened with fear and he pulled Damian behind him. The tea towel hit into Dick's stomach and caused him to fall to the floor in pain. "Run!" Dick commanded to Damian.

"But...!" Damian called.

"Go!" Dick ordered, desperately. Abby was moving closer with the towel, swinging it again. "Remember me."

"I'm not leaving you." Damian shouted and dragged Dick to safety. Tim watched them from the stairs and decided that he would have to surpass his brothers.

Abby began to cut up her brownies and noticed that the white chocolate lumps that were inside them had melted. She had the tea towel attached to her side like a whip. Suddenly the smoke detectors went off. She placed the tea towel over the brownies and moved out of the kitchen. Slowly, gently, Tim dropped from the the ceiling and puts a lighter away. He smiled as he looked around the room and pulls the tea towel off the brownies, lifting one up, ready to take a bite. Then a scream echoed around the room. "Abby!" Tim found himself shouting and running out of the room. Abby walked in and checked her brownies were alright. She had pretended to be panicking because she had known that Tim would be in the kitchen, attacking her brownies. From the top of the stairs, looking in through the open kitchen door, a smiling figure prepared their gun.

Moving her brownies into a box, Abby felt content. She had battled away all of the Wayne boys and protected her brownies. Then she heard a voice behind her. A figure was standing their, holding up a gun. He had red hair and a white stripe running through the fridge. "Um... I guess I should say hello." Abby said, staying calm.

"I'm here for the brownies." the figure said.

"Really. Is that you, Dick?" Abby asked, reaching for the tea towel.

"No." the figure replied. "Give me a brownie."

"Please."

"What on earth?"

"Say please." Abby requested, holding out a brownie. The figure lowered their gun and smiled.

"Please may I have a brownie."

"See, not so hard." Abby handed the figure the brownie. So, what's your name?" She took a bite out of her brownie and watched as the figure took a bite out of his. The figure found himself feeling as if he was in heaven. The brownies were amazing and it felt as if an angel was touching his very mouth. "My name's Jason."

"Jason?"

"Yes. Yours?"

"Abby, Abby Pennyworth."

"Are you Alfred's daughter?"

"Niece." Abby replied. Jason smiled and put his gun down.

"You act like it." Jason offered Abby a seat at the table. Abby sat on the table and brushed flour off her top. She asked Jason why he was there and he looked down, almost sad. "I'm a family friend."

"Just a friend." Abby said.

"Yeah."

"Then you deserve two." Abby said and handed him another brownie.

Dick was trying to pull Damian off Tim. Damian had laughed about Abby tricking Tim and started the latest fight. Jason walked in and smiled at his brothers, holding up the second brownie he had been given; the first was long gone. "How did you get that?" Tim stammered.

"You didn't shoot Abby, did you?" Dick murmured.

"No but I threatened to until she handed a brownie over." Jason lied. He smiled as he ate the brownie. "Next time Abby makes brownies and you guys want some, just call me. I've got it covered."

With Alfred it's cookies, with Abby it's brownies. The Pennyworth Complex is creating great baked goods and then giving them to the people they believe deserve them the most.