"Let me get this straight. If I feel down, I can have cheesepuffs?"

"Yes…."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes…"

"You drugged them didn't you?"

"You haven't slept in two weeks, Master Dick."

"So you drugged them?"

"Do you feel down for some reason?"

"Yes…"

"Then have a cheesepuff."

"But they're-"

"CHEESEPUFFS!"

"JASON NO-!"

And then he passed out. Dick glared at the butler, who shrugged. "Cheesepuff?"

"…Fine."

~~~CHEESEPUFFS!~~~

"Cass. I want your lollipop."

"Ok." She took it out her mouth, wiped a little off with her finger and handed to Steph, who put it in her mouth.

Ruthy, the visiting friend, stared at her in disgust. "What?" Steph raised an eyebrow.

"You- ew! Germs!"

"We're siblings." Steph shrugged simply.

"But you're not really, I mean you're adopted!"

Steph narrowed her eyes. "We're siblings more than blood could ever make us be." Her voice was dangerous. Ruthy turned pale, standing and walking out of the girls' living room suite.

Cass looked at Steph sadly, took the lollipop out of her mouth, and stuck it in her own. "At least we don't share it with Ace." Her voice was quiet, characteristic of Cass, and Steph burst out laughing remembering the fad that had been going around Gotham Prep, of purse dogs and sharing food with them.

"You're right, little sis, you're right."

~~~What is up with people? Adopted siblings ARE real siblings! (I should know) *Glares at people*~~~

"And… if it's twisted then there's only one side, you know? 'Cause the curvature will always bring it back to the beginning, looping around again, meaning there's only one edge!" Tim finished his hour-long lecture, throwing his hands out wide in excitement.

Jason looked up from his homework to glare at his brother. "Can you repeat that?"

~~~Me and people I know above. I'm Tim. Everyone is Jason. I need to meet more nerds...~~~

"I'm the mom, and you're the dad." Said Emelia, poking Cass in the collarbone to punctuate the point. "Got it?"

Cass didn't want to be the dad. She wanted to be… the cat or something. She just didn't want to the dad. She was a girl, only boys were dads. She slowly shook her head. Emelia glared.

"But I said so! So you have to be the dad! And I'm the mom! Janice is the oldest daughter, Charlie is the middle daughter, Kate is the baby. And Jillian is the cat. So you're the dad."

"Wha-bout May… and Faun… and…. H-Ha-hannah?" Her stutter wasn't of fear, but her impediment. Sometimes it took several tries to get a word right.

"What about them?"

"They play."

"You're right, somewhere over there. Their hair is ugly."

Cass gave her a look, but the girl didn't understand, they never do, so she tried to place her words carefully. "So?"

"So? Only girls with my style of hair can play!"

"Wuss… wuss yur harstal?"

"Low ponytails. High ponies are so out of season, those were for girls when the world was still cartoons. This is the new world, with Frozen and Brave and stuff. We need modern hair." She puffed her own perfect brown curls.

"Dick does my hair."

"Who?" Emelia raised a pompous eyebrow.

"My broder. He does mine and Steph's."

"Psh. Who cares. My nanny does my hair, and she used to be a stylist. Now, are we going to play or not, Dad?"

"I. Don. Wan. Tuhbee. Dad."

"Then go fall in a whole, rat-tails. With your bwother."

That was it. The final straw. No one insults her family. Especially Dick. Within seconds, Emelia Everts was pinned upside down against the bottom of the playground, Cass inches from her face. She didn't say anything, Cass had no need to, the fear in Emelia's shape was uncanny. Cass could read her like a normal person would a book. She let the brat fall, blinking her own exotic honey-colored eyes once before turning and leaving.

She walked over to Hannah, May, and Faun. "W-w-wanna pay heroes?"

The girls exchanged glances. "Huh?"

"Y-you can beh Batgirl, I be Black Bat, you can beh…" Cass trailed off, her throat hurting from all the talking. The girls considered a moment.

"Ok." Said May. "But who will be the bad guy?"

Cass sighed. She wasn't going to make any of them be bad guys. She pointed to herself and smiled when a thought came to her. "Catwoman." She said. Perfect. Both a good and a bad guy.

~~~Cass is so nice. More people need to be like her.~~~

Jason finished off the milk jug, neatly dispensing it over his cereal and replacing the cap. He threw it in the air and watched it spin, thrusting out his hand to grab it and throw it in the recycling. Unfortunately, he misjudged the distance and the empty jug bounced off the tip of his finger, falling with a thuddy-thuck-twang to the floor. He reached down to grab it, rolling his eyes in the process.

"Jason. You need to work on that. Training for catching will be on Saturday. Four hours.'

Jason groaned, stopping in his bent position to glare at his father, who of which sat innocently at the counter, sipping coffee and reading about the latest exploits to Anali Du-Coincé, a stuck-up movie star staying in Gotham for the week.

"And this is why we don't do anything cool around you." he accused.

Bruce just shrugged

~~~Bruce... be nice!~~~

Author Notes: well... I think that's a wrap. I know you guys probably hated my line break notes! XD Actual line breaks have stopped working on my account, soooo... yeah. ;D

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~Universe