Before you say it, I know. That was a really crappy chapter. Don't judge me! I was pissed off cuz was dumbass teachers are retarded as hell. And my broke ass brother can't seem to get a life so he's always at my house. (excuse my foul language). But hey, we can't pick the people in our lives (unfortunately). Anyway, I'm sure you didn't come here to read my rambling, so ON WITH THE FIC!

*WARNING* This fic contains minor (but still very noticeable) RobRae. RobStar fans, you may want to leave. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

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Celeste had been living with her "new family" for about a week and she wasn't exactly having a blast.

The first boy was named Richard "Dick" Grayson and he was probably her favorite so far. Dick was very welcoming and made the best attempt to get to know her. He had been extremely friendly and overall a perfect big brother. The second was named Jason Todd. He seemed to have a rebel attitude and bad boy persona. He also made many snide remarks about his brothers and would earn their glares in return. Celeste thought he was cool and pretty funny. The third boy's name was Timothy "Tim" Drake. He had been nice enough to her so far and they'd even had a few decent conversations. The woman, it turned out, was Dick's fiancé. Her name was Rachel Roth and she was on the quiet side, though she had made a few sarcastic comments towards her fiancé's brothers. Celeste liked her though, she kept it real. The last thing she needed was to have a fake sister-in-law who she couldn't stand.

No, the only problem was the last boy. His name was Damian Wayne. He was sixteen and her only biological sibling. He hadn't said much to her yet, but Celeste was positive that Damian hated her guts. Why that was, she wasn't sure. But every time they were in the same room together, she could always feel those emerald green eyes glaring at her. She wondered what she had done to make him hate her so, but figured it must be a jealousy thing.

What she really missed was being home. Sure, she may have been bullied at school, but she still had Rex and that was enough for her. She missed them both coming home to either her house or his, slacking off on their homework. Then they would rush to the kitchen table as soon as they had heard the door open, pretending that they had been working the whole time. She missed her aunt Shayera's advice. Whenever she had been being bullied at school, the red head would ask, "Why don't you just kick their asses into next week?" She missed when this would cause frequent arguments with her aunt Donna who would then say, "No, Celeste. Violence is not the answer. Try to solve things peacefully."

But most of all, she missed her mom.

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"This is insufficient Father," Damian complained one night at dinner. Celeste stared in her soup bowl, not saying a word. Why couldn't her real brother be as nice as her adoptive ones?

Bruce glared at his son impatiently. "Damian, of course she's going to attend your school," he said. "If Dick, Jason, or Tim weren't adults, they would be too. Where else would we send her? A public school? Boarding school, perhaps? It's not like you'll see her that much, you're three years apart. Stop complaining."

"Make sure you have Alfred pack all of your lunches," Dick reminded the girl. "I forgot once and I was stuck in the nurse's office for hours. You'd think a rick kid's school could afford better food."

Celeste cracked a small smile. "I'll keep that in mind, Dick," she promised.

Damian crossed his arms. "I still do not comprehend why she has to attend my school," he argued. Celeste thought he sounded like a robot from the way he talked.

Tim glared at the younger boy. "Would you let it go already, Hell Spawn?" he asked exasperatedly. "God, it's not even a big deal."

"Yes," Raven agreed. "Your argument is rather pointless." Her future brother-in-law sent her a dirty look, which she promptly ignored. The older woman turned to Celeste and sent her a wink, a rare smirk gracing her lips. "That's how it's done," she mouthed. Celeste couldn't help but grin back.

Jason smirked. "Tell me if those rich assholes give you any trouble," he told her, cracking his knuckles. Alfred tensed slightly as Jason's language. "I'll straighten them out."

"I appreciate that, Jason."

Bruce cleared his throat loudly. "Off to bed you two," he commanded his son and daughter. "You have school in the morning. And you three should probably get to bed too."

Not having any desire to argue with their father, the five siblings went to their respective rooms to turn in for the night.

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The next morning, Celeste's alarm clock rang loudly. Her hand gently pressed the button to silence it. There wasn't even a need for the small device. Celeste had never gone to sleep the previous night. And she still had about four hours or so before school even of her mother, godmother, aunt, and best friend plagued her mind. Oh how she missed them. Rex was all by himself at school and without her or her mother, her godmother and aunt didn't really have lives (well, Shayera had Rex, but her point still stood). And her mother. She needed to see her mother. She missed her so much, it physically hurt (or was she imagining it?). She just needed time to think and organize her thoughts without any distractions (namely, her brothers).

The teenager walked over to her own private bathroom (being the daughter of a billionaire did have a lot of perks) and took a long, hot bath. The warm water relaxed her a bit as she closed her eyes. Mom is going to be okay, she tried to convince her self. She's the strongest person you know. Aunt Shayera said this would only be temporary, remember? You'll be back with her by Christmas. No matter how many times she repeated this, it didn't convince her one bit.

Celeste had a feeling she wouldn't be seeing her mother for a while.

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When Celeste emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a purple towel, she immediately spotted a white box laying on her dresser that she hadn't seen before. She walked over to the box and hesitantly opened it. Inside was a long sleeved white blouse, a short black skirt, black flats, white stockings, and a black tie. Attached to the box was a note in extremely neat cursive handwriting. It read:

Dear Miss Celeste,

Contained in box are the uniform items required by your school. They should fit perfectly, but let me know if there are any problems.

Yours Truly,
Alfred

Celeste grimaced at the clothing. "Great," she muttered. "A skirt. This'll be fun." She hesitantly put the clothing on her body and Alfred was right, everything did fit exceptionally well. "I have to hand it to him, the guy takes his job seriously." She slipped on the flats and grabbed her backpack (which was already full of school supplies thanks to her father).

Celeste sighed. She never did like school. At her old one, she was constantly bullied for her abnormal abilities and her teachers were so ignorant that they never did anything about it. But she still got all As every year. Not to mention, passing all the kids in gym class. It had been like that since kindergarten. She was a perfectionist, like her mother. Or was it from her father? They both seemed that way to her. Anyhow, she didn't want to embarrass her father, so she promised herself she's control her powers, no matter what.

But her father, brothers, and future sister-in-law were hiding something from her, she was sure of it. And she intended to find out, one way or another.

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Well, that wraps this chapter up. How was it? Good? Bad? Tell me! I love reviews! Also, in case anyone was confused, Celeste doesn't know that Bruce is Batman or that he knows her mom is Wonder Woman. And she hasn't met any other members of the Bat Clan. Yet. Well, that's it for now. Stay awesome guys!