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Jerra had never been so miserable in her life. "But, Bruce! You're not just hurting us! Gotham-the world- needs all it's superheroes! You took away two of the best guys out there!" She lowered her tone. "Plus, I think we're all tired of being with the new kid. And you." She pointed at Dick. They both turned to Batman and tugged on his cape, earning a batglare that made them let go immediately.
"Bruce, we've learned our lesson." Dick added. "Really. We've been training with Jason and documenting illegal activities. We want to help."
"You both have been plenty of help from base," Batman hissed. "Get out of the cave and back upstairs now."
"But Bruce-"
"I'll add another week to teach you patience, Jerra, if you don't cut it out." Jerralin closed her mouth. The Batman disappeared in the zeta tubes.
"Jerk," Jerra scoffed.
"Jers," Dick warned. "He's got the place bugged."
"So?" She spat. "I like Bruce, really, but his parenting drives me crazy."
Dick gave her a sad smirk. "Poor you."
"Oh." Jerra blushed. "Sorry. I know you have to live with him 24/7 and all..." They awkwardly let the conversation drop. "Do we only have a week of downtime left?" She asked.
Dick looked at his watch. "To the hour, ironically."
Jerra sighed. "It's gonna be a long week."
Jerra was asleep in a pile of papers when Grandpa finally turned off the lights and hit the hay himself. He smiled when he saw her snuggling her chemistry homework and shut her bedroom door. Jerralin was peacefully blacked out for another hour when a startling banging noise made her jolt awake, papers raining down from the spasm of movement.
"Jerra." A voice said in the darkness.
"Wha'?" Jerra looked around hazily, taking up a fighting stance. "Kidnap me, and I'll turn serial killer."
"Jerra, it's me, Jason," the little boy hopped off the windowsill and stood under her. She rubbed her eyes and was very unimpressed for a moment.
"You tracked my house location?"
"Dick has it on GPS."
Jerra scoffed. "What's bothering you, baby bird?" She smirked.
"Nothing!" He mumbled. That's when Jerra noticed the outfit.
"Is that Dick's old Robin costume...?"
"What of it?"
"It's adorable."
"I am not adorable, Jerra."
"Mm hm." She plopped down on her bed and patted beside her for him to sit down. "What is it, Jay?"
The little boy sighed as he sat down, tugging his new cape. "...I don't like the mansion."
Jerra smiled sympathetically. "Feel like camping out here? We have a guest room."
The little boy sighed again. "...I don't like dark, empty rooms."
Jerra wrapped her arms around him. "Well, my bed's big enough for two." She kissed the top of his masked head, which made him blush.
"Thanks, Jerra."
She snuggled under the covers and threw some blankets over the boy. "G'night, Robin." She grinned.
"G'night, Tempus."
They were both snoring in minutes.
"Mr. Nightingale, is Jerra home?"
Grandpa was very startled to see Bruce Wayne at his house at seven in the morning. "She's probably fast asleep in her room. Why?"
Bruce glanced back at the car. "Alfred and Richard are both out searching. We seem to be missing a child."
"You have more than one?" Grandpa asked, chuckling. "Good luck with you. I'll check if Jerra knows anything." He walked down the hall and turned the knob slowly, peeking into the room. Grandpa soon shut the door and walked quickly back to Mr. Wayne.
"This missing child wouldn't happen to be a ten year old boy, in full Robin costume, would it?" Mr. Wayne gave him a blank look, sighing. "Follow me."
"Jason," Bruce said softly, leaning into the doorway.
"Jerra, wake up," Grandpa called. Jerra moaned, throwing the covers over her head. "There's a billionaire vigilante to see you, Nightingale."
The covers went flying off. "Bruce!"
"Morning, Jerralin."
Jerra looked at him, then at the small boots sticking out from the covers. "Oh. Yeah."
Jason stirred awake, stretching. "It's like five in the freaking morning, why the heck would anyone be up at freaking five?" He opened one green-blue eye lazily and smiled sleepily at Jerra. Then his eye trailed to the door. Both shot open. "Mr. Wayne."
"Hello, Jason."
Jason sot out of bed, wrapped the cape around him tightly. "I, uh, I'll return the suit, I promise I didn't do anything...!"
"Jason, I was just making sure you were all right," Bruce smiled sadly. "If Mr. Nightingale will allow it, you don't have to come back with me just yet."
Grandpa shrugged. "I swear, it's fine by me, but the next time someone uses that god darned window as a door, I'm calling a construction company to turn it into one!" He walked down the hall laughing.
"Can I go back to bed?" Jason asked Jerra.
"I am." Jerra scoffed. "Whether you're man enough to fight me for a blanket is up to you."
Jason grinned, then tuned back to Bruce. "Thanks, Mr. Wayne. "
"Sweet dreams, Jason. Jerra," he nodded, closing the door.
"You look like a man in need of coffee," Mr. Nightingale held out a mug.
"Thank you," Bruce took it, gulping it down in one swig.
"When'd you decide to run an orphanage, Mr. Wayne?" Grandpa asked conversationally.
"You know, I have no idea," Bruce smirked. "They just keep coming."
"You might have your hands full soon, if you keep collecting them at this pace," Grandpa laughed. Bruce nodded, agreeing.
"What happened to Jerra's parents?" He asked.
Grandpa's smiled faded a bit. "Her mother died young. I moved in to help her father when my wife died. Her father got remarried, life was good, then fate took them both away from us." He smiled bitterly. "It's just us now." Bruce nodded. "I'm glad she has you now, though," he continued, rummaging through the pantry to find more breakfast. "Jerra's never brought friends home before."
Grandpa laughed. "Then again, I've never seen children run around in capes and masks, fighting crime, before."
After a moment's pause, Bruce said, "I better get back to Dick and Alfred. Call off the search party."
"Sure, sure," Mr. Nightingale waved him away, "I'll walk you to the door." Once on the steps, keys in hand, Grandpa stopped Bruce. "Keep an eye on her, will you?"
Bruce paused. "I promise."
"Thanks. Good luck, son." Grandpa waved and shut the door.
Bruce left the Nightingale house with a lot more on his mind then when he had come.
I love fluffy family stuff, don't you? Thanks for reading! Hope I cured some fangirly desires I know you all have.
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-Auri