I woke up on and overly soft bed shaking. I knew I needed to move. To do something before I was overwhelmed by the memories trying to surge through me. They weren't the memories of the last few days, but of those summers.

I got out of bed. A digital clock by it claimed it was five in the morning. The sun was just peaking over the horizon. I was still wearing the same jeans and T-shirt I had put on after Ms. Christy made me leave that night. I would need a change of clothes. My stomach growled and I amended, after I get some food.

I walked out of the door of the huge room, and into a long hallway. I was surprised to smell food already cooking. I followed my nose, and quickly found the large kitchen.

Alfred was cooking, a white apron covering his suit. He somehow heard me come in, though I was just as silent as always, and said, "Ah, mistress Zara I presume."

I nodded once in confirmation. I watched as he deftly flipped the pancakes on the large griddle. He seemed very skilled.

Alfred asked, "Would you like some of these pancakes?"

I said, "Yes please."

Somehow, while flipping pancakes with his right hand he caught three done ones with a plate he held in his left. I smiled at the feat. Alfred set the plate down on the table that took up one corner of the kitchen. All the toppings I could possibly want on my pancakes were there. I opted for the heated up maple syrup, carefully pouring it, so it didn't spill.

Dick came in a few minutes later, smiling brightly. He was followed by a grumbling boy, a few years older then me, that I could only assume was Robin. Both sat down at the kitchen table, greeting Alfred as they passed.

Dick said, "Mornings sure are great. Right Jason?"

The boy that had to be Robin, who must be Jason since he was the only other person in the room, just growled in response. His head rested on the table, like he was trying to get extra sleep.

I giggled near silently, though the bell like tone seemed to echo off the kitchen walls.

Dick smiled brightly at me and said, "At least someone appreciates my humor."

Jason punched him in the arm, not really trying to hurt him from what I could see. Dick pretended to be more hurt then he really was. Alfred distracted them both by bringing them food.

I ate my pancakes efficiently, still hungry when I was finished, but afraid to ask for more. Alfred just set a few more on my plate. I smiled, glad I hadn't had to ask, and again carefully poured the syrup, though Dick and Jason had already basically coated the table.

The girl with red hair, no longer in costume, came through the kitchen door and asked, "Did you leave enough pancakes for me?"

Dick nodded and attempted to say yes around a mouthful of food.

The girl just rolled her eyes. Alfred handed her a plate. She grabbed one of the remaining chairs and started to prepare her own pancakes. She said to me, "I don't think I had a chance to properly introduce myself last night, I'm Barbra Gordon, also known as Batgirl just Barb is fine though."

I said quietly, "Nice to meet you."

Jason was awake enough now to say, "You don't have to lie. She's really a terrible person."

Barb punched him playfully.

I laughed again, still quietly, but slightly more freely.

Dick said, "The truth is they're both awful people. I wouldn't suggest going on patrol with either of them. They can't take a joke."

Barb said, "Your idea of a joke usually involves getting one or both of us to prank Bruce, and you know how that turns out," she explained to me, "Bruce always gets you back ten times worse then what you did to him."

I heard the near silent steps as another figure entered the room. Barb, Jason, and Dick were looking at me, so they didn't see him enter. I couldn't hold back the grin that slipped across my face.

Jason said, "That, or he just grounds us from patrol for an unnecessarily long amount of time."

Dick was the first to notice my smile. He glanced around the room and stared just over Jason's head, where Bruce, as I assumed he was called, stood.

Jason saw the look and turned. The look of horror on his face was pretty funny, since I was ninety percent sure none of these people would hurt each other on purpose.

Barb turned pink and quickly took a bite of her pancakes. Jason turned back to do the same. He hadn't noticed Dick move his plate out of reach, so he accidentally stabbed empty air.

Dick and I both laughed at that.

Bruce glared at Jason seeming to say, 'We both know you regret what you just said, but I'm going to let you stew, just to torture you a little more.'

Alfred set a plate of pancakes at the front of the table. Dick pushed Jason's plate back into place, so Jason's elbow landed in it when he tried to stand up. Even Barb laughed with us at that.

Jason took a moment to glare at Dick. It seemed like these people could have entire conversations with just one look. I liked that. I was generally quiet, so being able to communicate without talking would be a useful skill.

Jason's glare seemed to say, 'I'll get you for this later.'

Dick just laughed.

I picked up my empty plate and put it in the sink. Jason came over to clean off his elbow.

He asked quietly, "So, what do you think of breakfast with the batfamily?"

I thought back to my last morning with her and said in an equally quiet tone, "It's great."