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One of my mom's sisters came to stay at the house for her spring break from college. She was a few years older than me and starting out in college. That week she wasn't supposed to be with us, but her previous plans sort of fell through. The real reason seemed to really make her mad, but she refused to tell Mom about it.

I could tell she was not going to deal with it that well, and I hated how she had to deal with it. She was never the person who was supposed to be angry or bitter. That was my aunt who could always be happy and easy going and free spirited.

If she wasn't going to talk to my mom about it, then I was going to talk to her about it.

"What's wrong?" I asked her. "I thought you were going to spend some time with your boyfriend."

She made a face at me. "Yeah. . .I thought so, too."

I squeezed her hand with a way to give her some reassurance. "So. . .what had happened?"

"I spent so much time with him," she said to me. Her name was Angela. "I thought I fell in love with him."

"You thought?" I asked her. She was coldly furious over what she had to tell me.

"I was talking to someone in one of my classes," she said to me. "Turns out he was dating her, too."

"Wow. . .really?" I said, and I wasn't happy over what she was telling me. I was mad at him for her. "How could he do that to you?"

"That's why I'm here," she said. "I couldn't face him."

I was going to say something pretty cliched to make her feel better. Like there were other guys in the world, and she could be able to find the perfect guy. I had to stop myself.

"He's the guy who loves his car, right?" I asked her.

"Obsesses," she corrected, but she was able to agree with me.

"Does he ever lock his car?" I asked her, and my mind was really starting to work very quickly. I was coming up with some kind of perfect revenge plan to get back at him. Maybe that was what she had needed.

She quirked up an eyebrow at me. "No."

"Good," I told her. "That makes my job much easier."

I gave her a mischievous look and started to cackle my phlegmy laugh.

"Why do I get the feeling this won't end well?" She told me, but she understood exactly what I was talking about. "And, why do I not care?"

It might have had something to do with my cackle. It was the closest thing I had to an evil laugh.

We were in the store looking through the different aisles, trying to find the right things to ruin that car. I grabbed some cleaning gloves, and Angela pulled out some hot peppers, raising them up for me to be able to see them. I cracked a smile, and I went to grab some frozen fish.

That was what we were going to do to get back at the two-timer who broke my favorite aunt's heart. It was probably in complete contrast to everything that would be done in Gotham City, but we didn't really care about that.

Later that night, we were in Gotham City, and my aunt showed me to that car. We cut open the peppers, and we ran them on anything he would touch: door handles, rear view mirror, steering wheel. The hot pepper juices would stay there for days, and his hands would be covered in them. Then he would touch his eyes or other sensitive parts and irritate them as well. Angela opened his trunk, and she pulled out some of the things in the trunk to open a compartment and hid the frozen fish in there before setting everything right before we disappeared.

Angela looked up before climbing back into her car. "Look up there. Someone saw us."

I looked up to see the figure of Robin. I couldn't really see the features of his face, but the colors of the suit were very obvious even in the night light that was very dark.

"Yeah. That's Robin," I told her. "I think he'd leave us alone."

I don't know how I knew that, though. There was something about him that had made it pretty obvious. I could trust him really well.


I was looking into something, and since it was not dangerous, Father allowed me to be on my own. As I moved between two buildings, I caught some movement and some voices, and I looked down to see Fritz and another older woman in the car and making sure no one would see them. I knew they were vandalizing that car for a reason known only for the two of them.

That made me shake my head at her. She normally would not have done something that outrageous, but it was pretty clear her family would never have reigned her in. They looked up at me, and Fritz whispered something to reassure the older woman before they drove off. Fritz would never have acted like that if they were doing something truly bad. I trusted her to make the right decision for herself. She was never that good of a liar, especially when she was going to hurt an innocent person who did not do any personal harm to her. she was far too nice to be that calculating.

There came a day when I was at her house that week, and the other older woman was there, apparently there to wait for her boyfriend or something as strange as that. The older man walked into the room, and he was wearing big sunglasses over his eyes.

"Angie," he was saying which made Fritz look over at him when the woman walked over to him. "What's wrong?"

"Oh. . .nothing," she said to him, but I could hear she was really working to keep herself from screaming at him or clawing his eyes out.

I would be the first to admit I was surprised to see someone who shared the same blood as Fritz could even know how to show that kind of restraint. "I'm staying with the family and spending some time with them. I'm sorry. . ."

He went to leave with her, and she turned around to give Fritz a look before leaving with him. When they were gone, I gave her a look.

"What was that about?"

Her eyes flashed mischievously before she cackled her phlegmy laugh, but even then, I could see she was dead serious about something.

"You'll see."