"My sister knew what she was doing, and she intends to see us again."

Robin wiped tears from his eyes that he hadn't noticed had snuck out.

"I am sorry for the way I treated you earlier and the things I said. They weren't true, they were me upset and grieving."

Robin smiled and put an arm around her. "You're alright. You should join our team."

Alexandra considered this then looked to Megan and Connor. Neither of them seemed to object to the idea.

"Let me think about it." She then turned and walked through the door she had come through into Megan's. Both her and the door vanished as everyone returned to their own minds. When Robin glanced at Alexandra he found she looked thoughtful.

"Where are my sister's notebooks?"

Connor and Megan exchanged looks that told them the other two were communicating mentally.

"I believe they were brought to library."

Alexandra gestured for him to lead the way. Megan and Connor said their good byes then turned to walk back to the hanger together. Alexandra raised her eyebrows at them as they left.

"Secret couple?"

Robin chuckled as his friends disappeared around the corner.

"Not so secret anymore."

"She wanted to keep things secret?"

Robin thought about it, then shrugged.

"I don't know, but I don't think so. I think they just never really established what they were other than they like each other. And no one else ever bothered to ask them, we all kind of just accepted it and let it be."

Alexandra continued to glance the way the young couple had gone. A curious look passed over her face before she followed Robin.

"Huh."

Robin weaved his way through the many twists and turns of the mountain before he finally turned into the library. The vast room was filled with book shelves, tables, and chairs. If Robin remembered correctly, this library housed more literature than any other library in the world. Alexandra looked around clearly impressed by what she saw.

"My sister would live here if you let her."

Robin could imagine, with the amount of notebooks Jessie had it wouldn't surprise him if she read even more than she wrote.

On one of the tables were stacks of notebooks, journals, and binders. Alexandra sat down at the table and pulled a small stack towards her. She selected the first notebook on the top of the stack and began paging through them.

"Megan told me about how someone is using Jessie's characters to attack prominent people."

Robin rubbed the back of his head. That wasn't entirely true, but he wasn't sure what information Batman would be okay with him sharing.

"Yeah."

Alexandra gestured for him to sit down beside her. He did as he was bid, wondering what Alexandra was up to.

"Well, I can compile a list of other possible characters they could use. What each character is capable of and their weakness, so that way you guys don't run in blind again and hopefully you'll come out on top."

"So you've read all her stories?"

Alexandra snorted very ineloquently.

"Have you seen all this stuff? Nobody has time that kind of time." She sighed. "I know the general gist of a few of the stories and I can tell you what doesn't have usable 'Bad Guy' characters. Otherwise I know about as much as you do at the moment."

Robin blinked blankly.

"What do you mean at the moment?"

Alexandra looked up from the bright colored note book she was scanning through.

"I was under the impression she asked you to read some of her work." Alexandra sorted through a number of binders and pulled out a particularly thin one and flipped it open. Inside was several typed pages covered in red markings and notes. Brightly colored sticky notes also decorated the margins of pages with notes. But none of the hand written stuff was Jessie's or Alexandra's handwriting; it was his. "You did some of her editing for her." Alexandra pulled out four other binders each varying in the number of pages from twenty to a hundred fifty. Robin flipped through some of the pages and sat back in his chair; staring at his hand writing on the pages his minded traveled to another place and time.

"You know, for a writer you are a terrible speller, and you're not that much better with your grammar." Robin had been correcting the story for over an hour while Jessie was laying on the floor next him balancing a throwing knife on the tip of her finger. And it appeared as if she wasn't paying attention to a word he had said. He knew that wasn't true, she had been staring at his back for most of the last hour while he worked.

"You say something," she asked after switching the knife to a different finger. Her eyes were filled with laughter as he glared at her. He was nice enough to read this over, the least she could do was pay attention when he was speaking.

"Even with spell check you managed to misspell over a dozen words. Not mention you used threw instead through. How does someone who writes so much make such trivial mistakes so often?"

She flicked the knife up and caught before rolling over on her side to look him square in the eyes; amusement still gleaming in her eyes. Sometimes he just wanted to shake her, never mind that it would result in a bruised ego and a broken wrist on his part. Other times he wished he could just pause the moments so that he could to extend them into forever. He wasn't sure which this one was.

"There are many reasons it happens. First, I think faster than I type. Second, I am a terrible speller. Mostly, what I find important is the story as a whole. While you're so wrapped up in minute details you missed the bigger picture. Can you tell me from what you read so far if the story itself is a good one or not?"

Robin opened his mouth with a retort, but it died on his lips. She was right. He actually wasn't even sure about what had happened through most of what he had read.

"Robin?"

Robin blinked to see Alexandra waving a hand in front of his eyes.

"Where did you go?" She looked a little concerned at his odd behavior; not that he blamed her.

"A memory."

Alexandra looked confused.

"I unlocked a memory."

She then smiled. "My sister was always very poetic in the way she did certain things. Your writing in her story was a trigger?"

Robin nodded and pointed to a red mark on the page that circled the word threw. Alexandra looked at it and laughed so hard it looked like it hurt.

"Yes, she made lots easy mistakes like that. She told me it frustrated you a lot. I think she put a couple in on purpose just to rile you up." Robin snorted at the thought. From his resent dealings with Jessie in his dreams and most recent memory, it would not surprise him if she had done just that. Soft footsteps echoed behind them and they both turned. Kaldur'ahn was striding up to them. "Hey! Kaldur'ahn! What brings you here." The older boy inclined his head politely as a greeting. "I heard you were working on compiling a list of potential opponents, and I came to see how that was coming." Kaldur'ahn's gaze fell on Alexandra and he made a an elegant bow. "It is nice to meet you Alexandra."

She blinked as if she had been momentarily dazzled.

"Alex," she replied with an almost dazed look on her face.

"Alex then, is there anything I can do to help?"

She looked like she might refuse but then thought better of it. "Actually, if you have paint supplies and thick paper I can make up a profile of each person."

Kaldur'ahn looked thoughtful. Robin was already thinking of potential places supplies could be when Kaldur'ahn answered

"We might have something." He turned on his heel and left the room.

Alexandra then turned to Robin and asked, "Is he single?"

Robin gaped at her for a moment, not entirely sure if he heard her right.

"Um, I don't-. I think so."

Alexandra made a pouting face and turned to stare at the way Kaldur'ahn had gone, before sighing regretfully.

"Damn, that is one sexy man."

Robin nearly choked at her words, while Alexandra feigned ignorance.

"What," she asked, daring him to comment or refute what she said. Wisely he decided this was not a road he wanted to go down.

"Nothing."