I woke up, and immediatly saw Jason on the other end of the couch, passed out, I looked down at my stomach. The stiches had closed up the wound nicely. I gently sat up, and bit the inside of my lip so as not to yelp at the pain. Jason stirred, and opened hs eyes, and yawned, "Hey Justin."

"Hey Ja-...Dad." I mumbled.

He stared at me for a minute, and then put an arm over my shoulders, and pulled me into a tight hug. "If I had known, I never would have let your Mother leave, I would have insisted we had tried to be a family. You know that, right?"

"Yes." I said, and hugged back. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I'm sorry I'm not good enough. I tried to train hard and to deserve being your daughter, but no matter how hard I try, I can't! I'm not even good enough to be your student, let alone your flesh and blood." I said, my voice cracking. Why am I so weak? Why can't I be better? I'm so weak, I cry infront of my FATHER! Great, another reason to be ashamed of me.

His eyes widend, and his grabbed my chin, tilting my face up so as to look me in the eye. "Justin listen to me carefully, your my kid, and that isn't something you have to work to deserve. I know your skills and limits just as well as my own. I've seen you, in almost five years, nearly triple your skills. Your better than most assassins your age, and I'm very proud of you." He paused, taking a deep breath, "And I'm sorry if I made you feel like that was something you had to earn."

My eyes widend, and I sniffed, wiping my eyes. He hugged me tightly, "I'm proud of you, and I know your Mom is too."

"Speaking of Mom, she's going to be freaking out." I said, wondering what time it was. Had they realized I was gone?

He smirked, "Then I guess I better get you home, huh?"

"Your gonna take me home?" I asked, wondeirng what Dick's reaction was gonna be to that bit of randomness.

"Mhm," He said, "I need to talk to Kim, so this is the easiest way, come on."

I stood up, and followed him as we walked to Wayne Manor, and trust me, that was a looooong walk. Good thing he left his mask and other Red Hood stuff at the warehouse, Dick might be more diplomatic if he wasn't in uniform.

Instead of knocking, Jason walked right in. I followed quickly. He led me right into the kitchen. He walked right up, and sat across from Mom, and beside Dick. Everyone stared as I sat next to him, across from Damian.

"Hey Kim." Dad said, smiling.

"J-jason?' she squeaked.

He nodded, and Damian glared at me, "You invited a friend?"

I shrugged, "More or less."

Jason continued, "Anyway, so I've been thinking, I know why you hid Justin from me now, and I understand why you did. However, Justin is more than capable of taking care of herself now, so it's not that dangerous for her to be around me."

Mom stopped being so surprised, and leaned foreward, listening with interest.

"So I think that we should pick this back up where we started. I think we should start out slow, with living together, and just take it from there." Dad said, smiling. He reached across the table, and took Mom's hand.

Mom smiled too, "I think that's a good idea."

Dick raised an eyebrow, "And by living together, you mean living here together?"

"Well, Kim and Justin already live here, and the warehouse I'm staying at isn't gonna pass health inspection." He said smirking.

"No!" Said Damian, "I have been vey generous, I have put up with Justin and Kim living here, but I will not-"

I quickly put him in a headlock, covering his mouth, and said, "Sorry about him, please continue."

Dick groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose, "I will let you stay here on one condition."

"What?" Asked Jaosn.

"No killing. You can keep being Red Hood, but if I find out you killed one person, reguardless of who it is, you're going straight to jail, got it?" He said.

Jason nodded, "Got it."

I let Damian go, and he put his face in his hands, "Now I have to deal with the whole Hood family? I do not deserve this!" He complained.

"Keep talking and you'll deserve my fist in your face shrimp." I growled.

"Don't start!" Dick warned.

Alfred walked in, and his eyes widend at Dad, but, being Alfred, he didn't question it. "Master Jason, would you like milk or orange juice?"

Dad smiled, "Any beer?" He asked. A raised eyebrow was his answer. "Orange juice is fine." He said.

Damian rolled his eyes, "Such a great roll model."

"Glad you agree." I said. Damian and his annoying remarks didn't matter right now. My family did. Never thought I'd be able to say that. Maybe people like us did get happily ever- I stopped my self, there was no need to jinks it. It was just fine right now, and the future would take care of itself.