Natalie thumbed the controller as her car on the screen barely passed the boy's next to her. She threw her arms up dramatically and turned her head slightly to stare at the boy.

"You won, there's no need to rub it in," Tim said solemnly as he restarted the game.

"So says the dude who celebrated each of his victories with a dance," the girl countered. Her companion winced. "You're just jealous because I finally won. Sore Loser." Natalie smiled to herself.

"Yeah, well- I want a rematch."

"Naturally," Natalie muttered good naturedly. She supposed she owed it to him. Tim had spent the entire day with him her, just playing this game. She'd asked him if he'd had something to do—homework, friends to meet, something. But apparently the other kid's schedule was completely clear. Which is more than I can say about his dad. Natalie still didn't know what to think of the billionaire. One moment he was all touchy feely and the next her was gone.

Despite Wayne's disappearing act and the dark opulence of the manor, Natalie found a few things that didn't completely suck. Alfred, for one, had to be the coolest old guy she'd ever met. Tim seemed to be okay and you could get just about any kind of food you wanted around here.

Natalie picked up a piece of pizza, that she had a sneaking suspicion that Alfred had made himself, and stared at Tim. One thing she had to give the kid—around him she hadn't thought much about her father. She instinctively winced and put the pizza down.

"Exactly how many games do you have?" she asked abstractedly.

Tim shrugged. "I dunno. I quit counting."

"That must be cool."

"Well, I don't know about that." Natalie watched as a wicked grin spread across his face. "If you think that's cool, you should see my computer collection."

Natalie raised an eyebrow. "Collection?"

"Ah. Still at it, I see?" a calm English voice said. Natalie and Tim turned to find Alfred entering. However, he wasn't alone. Trailing behind him was a tall, black haired young man that had blue eyes. Beside him was a shorter woman with vibrant red hair and a round face.

"Miss Natalie," Alfred began. "This is Master Dick and Miss Barbara Gordon. Master Dick was taken in by Master Bruce when he was just a boy. Miss Gordon is a friend of the family."

With that, Alfred bowed his head slightly and took his leave. Natalie fingered the game controls as she thought. She stared at the red head. What exactly did "friend of the family" mean? She's probably Wayne's other girlfriend. Natalie looked at the woman closer. She couldn't have been older than 25 at the most. He sure likes 'em young.

"We're sorry about your dad," the man Alfred had identified as Dick said. Dick reminded Natalie of Wayne, a lot—from the blue eyes and dark hair right down to the strong, handsome chin. Consequently, he made her uncomfortable.

"Thanks… I guess," Natalie answered simply.

Dick stuffed his hands in his pockets and moved to sit down on the bed. "We just came to check on you guys."

What? Natalie didn't know if she should roll her eyes or say thanks again so she didn't do anything at all. She didn't even know these people and they were coming by to watch her? These people are strange.

Natalie watched as Barbara's eyes scaled over Dick. The woman looked annoyed and something else entirely at same time. Hmm… Maybe she's not Bruce's girlfriend.

"What my friend here means is—we came to make sure you're okay," Barbara corrected as she moved to sit next to Dick.

Natalie remained silent. She knew it was a charity question, one a person felt required to ask because of social obligation. She doubted very much that Barbara even knew, remotely, what she asking. Natalie was far from okay, but she couldn't very well say that.

"We're fine," she heard Tim say. Natalie met his eyes briefly. For his credit Dick looked uncomfortable.

"Well, um… we're going to be doing some work down stairs," said Barbara as she rose quickly.

"If you need anything, let us know," Dick finished as he ushered the red heard out the door and followed later himself.

For a few moments Natalie simply blinked. She couldn't even begin to understand what was up with those two. "Those two are weird."

Tim sighed. "You have no idea."