Shitz-Suji: January sucks. I was going to update before a piano recital, but I got lazy. Then three weeks later, I reread everything and scrapped it. This chapter was rewritten like five times LOL. I'm just so happy I got an A on my math finals and YJ is back. Enjoy~

(Gotham City, July 19, 2012. 5:16 a.m)

"Is he here? Ooh, I wanna see him! Wait, can we eve-"

"Harley, calm down," Ivy strode down the meticulously clean corridors, eyeing the security guards that were trailing them from behind. Joker wasn't really helping their case by playing with his switchblade. Not that she gave a damn anyways, those men were pigs, proven when they 'pretended' to strip-search Harley. Luckily for them, she was really carrying lethal weapons.

So why did they let Joker keep his knife?

Didn't matter anyways. They were all jammed into a dinky elevator that moved as slow as Killer Croc when he was on meds. Not a pretty sight. Once they arrived at the lab, the guards shoved them all out and left, leaving them alone with a woman in a lab coat.

A very unstable woman in a lab coat holding a hand saw.

(Mount Justice, July 19, 2012. 7:34 a.m)

After that horrible mission in New Orleans yesterday, Siobhan wanted to take some time off and relax. Her face was still a bit sore from being punched by Tuppence Terror, which still had a slight red coloring near the impact area. But nothing covered unsightly bruises like Artemis's concealer.

She was just going to sneak out for a bit and browse the farmer's market in Happy Harbor, maybe take a ride or two on the trolley to see what the hype was about. And there were the quaint cafes with different varieties of desserts to try out, a much better alternative than eating leftovers and staying cooped up in the Cave.

Just as Siobahn stepped out of her room, she heard a familiar laugh and saw someone waiting beside the door. The smirk, the sunglasses, and red hoodie, definitely Robin. But the she heard from him was that he was going to be gone for three weeks on a top secret mission with Batman.

"Hello~ Going somewhere," he said, standing up straight.

"Why are you here," she asked curtly. "Aren't you suppose to be with the Batman?"

"I haven't seen you for three weeks and I don't even get a 'I miss you'?" Robin put a hand over his chest and sighed. "That's so sad, Shivette."

"Well, it's only been two and half," she began, "and what happened to discreti-"

Of course, Robin didn't let her finish.

It was nothing major, just a peck on the lips. Still, Siobhan felt her cheeks turn tomato red in a second. He might have noticed as well since he was grinning like an idiot. "The others aren't awake yet, so the secret's still safe."

"Sure," she rolled her eyes and brushed some non-existent dirt off her dress. Siobhan knew she should have just put on some sweats today, it was better than enduring the teasing remarks that were to come. Some sneakers sounded nice too, but it was a shame that she didn't own any.

"Come on," Robin whispered, grabbing her hand. "Let's get out of here before Wally wakes up to use the bathroom."

(Gotham City, July 19, 2012. 5:19 a.m)

"Whoa, what happened, lady," Harley asked, pointing to a bundle covered by a white cloth on the examination table. "Did someone get up in your grill or somethin'?"

"Harley, stop," Poison Ivy warned. She stepped forward from the group to casually examine Aris. The woman was a sobbing mess, her sleek red hair was matted down by sweat and blood, her mascara left black smudges around her eyes, and Ivy wasn't sure if it was lipstick or more blood on her lips. Even so, she still looked sane enough to help her.

"It's been two weeks, you got what you wanted Aris. Now, give me what I want," Ivy demanded. "Or I turn you over to the cops." The green-skinned villainess approached her slowly, clenching her hands into fists in case something went wrong.

A sob-like cackle escaped Aris, who dropped the saw and clutched the folds of her coat. "I-I can't believe you found me so quickly, Vincent," she said hysterically. "My name is Angelique."

Ivy suddenly found herself pushed against the wall by Aris. The reek of dried blood and liquor mixed together was making her want to vomit. "You haven't forgotten me, have you Vincent? I'm your Angelique! I'm still h-here!"

From the corner of her eye, Ivy saw Harley take out her collapsible hammer, ready to bash Aris's skull in. But she shook her head. Harley could have her fun after she got what she wanted.

"How many times have I helped you, right? You understand how I feel, right?" The hands that kept Ivy pinned to the wall dug their sharp, manicured nails into her skin. "I want you. I want to keep you by my side, Vincent."

"Aris, where is the girl? Where is S10B14N," Ivy snarled.

"It's Roxanne, isn't it?" Aris dug her nails deeper and deeper into her skin, drawing blood. "My perfect bitch sister. Once she saw you, she couldn't keep her hands off you!"

Even though Aris continued into her sprial of self-destruction, she calmed herself down enough to let Poison Ivy go. Ivy rubbed the bleeding marks on her arms as the woman grabbed a cigarette from her coat pocket.

"I wanted us to be together, without any obstacles, so I killed her before you came back."

(Happy Harbor, July 19, 2012. 8:21 a.m)

"Why are we here again? It smells like burning cow poop," Robin huffed. "Don't you want go get some breakfast first?"

"I am getting breakfast. Fresh breakfast," Siobhan gathered some apples in a bag and tied it. "Then I'm going to stop at the bakery for some cake."

"How are you going to pay? They don't exactly accept credit cards, you know. And I didn't bring my wallet," he countered.

"Like I don't know how a farmer's market works. Look," Siobhan produced a roll of cash that had been tucked away in the belt of her dress. "Plus, you're the one who wanted to come along."

She went up to the stall owner and paid for the apples, then dragged him away to another stall to look for peaches. Later on, an elderly woman gave them a few lychees to try when she noticed how fascinated Siobhan was with them, even after the poor woman sat through a five minute history lecture about the fruits.

"Ok, we got the fruit and the bakery's gonna be opened in like three minutes," Robin said. "Why aren't you getting in line?"

"Because I'm still looking for watermelons," Siobhan said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "But I can't find them."

"That's because they're probably all sold out. People love watermelons in the summer."

" . . . Let's just go to the bakery."

There was a long line at the doors. The smell of freshly baked pastries was making Robin really hungry, so he took an apple from Siobhan's sack and ate it. It was probably the sweetest thing he ever put in his mouth. When that was finished, Siobhan decided to break out the lychees because they were that good.

"We should go back later and buy some more of this," she declared, grinning.

Siobhan quickly stepped out of line to throw away the bag of lychees husks and seeds, disappointed that there were none left. Meanwhile, the line was getting shorter and shorter until finally, they reached the front of the line.

"Hi, welcome to the Doughboy's Bakery and Cafe. What can I get you guys," the cashier asked.

Robin quickly picked a cheese danish and ordered a cup of coffee unlike Siobhan, who was completely enamored by the cakes and tarts on display.

"I'm not very hungry, but I'll take four vanilla scones, four baklava, three caramel mille feuille, two pieces of green tea cake, four tiramisu cupcakes, and four red velvet cupcakes," she said in one breath.

" . . . Awesome. Want anything to drink," he asked uncertainly

"She'll have a chai tea," Robin said. Siobhan, who was looking at the picture of a frappacino with whipped cream and chocolate drizzle, smacked him on the arm.

(Gotham City, July 19, 2012. 5:27 a.m)

"You killed your own sister? Cuckoo~" Harley leaned against the Joker and laughed, clearly enjoying the twisted show that was going on.

"So, is that her under the blanket," Ivy asked cautiously. She took a tentative step towards the examination table, but was blocked by Aris herself.

"Careful," she sang. "You don't want to wake my honey up. He's total grouch. But that's not what you want." She sounded almost like herself again.

Joker toyed with his swtichblade, using it to pick his fingernails. "Not really, but it's not like I care about the kid. I want some . . . eh exciting to happen." He accidentally pushed the switchblade too far down his index fingernail and noticed that it was starting to bleed. "What'dya know."

"Mistah J, lemme help you," Harley shrieked and tore off the right sleeve of her costume.

While the two were exchanging nonsensical sentiments, Ivy swatted the cigarette out of Aris's hands and slapped her in hopes to get her to focus. "I know you're going crazy, but I want to know where is S10B14N!"

"Y-You hit me, Vincent," Aris whimpered. "Your Angelique." She picked herself up and brushed her fingers over a red mark on her cheek. "You hit me," she repeated.

Like a mad woman, Aris flew into a tantrum, flinging her arms everywhere and kicking everything her feet could touch like a child. Ivy watched with pity and horror as she began crying, begging for forgiveness from an unknown entity and damning her sister to hell.

"You had to be such a whore, Vincent! When you got my sister pregnant, I thought you were finally going to leave her! But no! You married her! No, she made you marry her," she screamed. "If you told me earlier, I could have taken care of the problem!"

Poison Ivy dodged the barrage of lab equipment and liquor bottles thrown at her. She reminded herself that Aris was the only one who had a clue where her darling was, and if waiting for a drunk, insane woman to calm down to tell her, than so be it.

(Happy Harbor, July 19, 2012. 8:52 a.m)

Nothing beat eating breakfast right next to the harbor. In the morning, it smelled like clean, but that was because the fishing boats weren't back yet. The strong scent of cinnamon cut through the salty sea air as Siobhan blew on her tea.

"Thanks . . . for tagging along this morning, Robin," she mumbled.

"You're welcome," he replied awkwardly.

They should've been back at the Cave thirty minutes ago before everyone woke up, but Robin insisted that they stay and enjoy breakfast. He told her what he could about the mission with Batman and made a few jokes.

In turn, Siobhan shared what happened in the two and a half weeks he was gone, exceeding the maximum number of words she's ever used in one day and occasionally going off topic.

"Let's go get some more lychees," Robin said as he finished his coffee. "We gotta go before this place gets packed."

"Yeah . . . "

Once she finished her drink and threw away her trash, he grabbed her hand and ran back towards the farmer's market. Siobhan barely managed to hold onto her bags of apples and peaches and the box of pastries with the other hand, and it wasn't easy running in flats.

"The lychees aren't going anywhere," she yelled over the marketplace clamor. "Slow down!"

"What," he yelled back. "I can't hear you." But he slowed down enough so she wouldn't have to suffer much. The elderly woman happily greeted them as they arrived at her stall.

"You guys back so soon?" she asked jokingly.

"Yes, we'd like to get some more lychees," Siobhan replied.

"Ok, hold your horses," the woman got off her stool and hobbled to the back to get some, moving some crates as she did so. But a few minutes later, she came back with two bags of lychees and winked at Siobhan.

"I'm throwing in the second one for free because your girlfriend is such a cutie pie," she said, smiling at Robin.

"She is, isn't she," he agreed, smirking. Siobhan scowled, but it was ruined by the furious blush that took over her cheeks. She didn't dwell on it for very long though as her eye caught a sign hanging above the lettuce crates.

"Chocolate covered fruits, four dollars a pound," she read. That sounded delicious. Siobhan handed the bags of fruit to Robin and turned to the stall owner. "You wouldn't happen to have some ready, right?"

"No, but the chocolate's almost warmed up. Why don't you guys come into the back." The elderly woman hobbled past a few crates with Robin and Siobhan following behind until she stopped in front of two large pots sitting on a fire. A large block of solid chocolate sat a few feet away from the pot, completely cut into smaller slabs.

"I got milk chocolate and white chocolate, Your choice."

"I choose both," Siobhan said instantly. "Can we cover the lychees with chocolate?"

Robin made a face, but handed a bag of the fruits over to her. If he didn't like them, then there would be more for her.

"Of course dear, you can dip anything in chocolate! Let me get started then!" The woman rolled up her sleeves and grabbed a ladle.

"I'm helping," Siobhan went toward the pots, stopping only to give the box of pastries to Robin. "Go wait outside, Robi-Robert. It'll just take a few minutes," she said nervously.

That had been a close call, but thankfully, Siobhan corrected herself before any real damage occurred. As she started to peel the lychees, she noticed the suspicious stare the stall owner gave her.

"Robert, eh? He looks like a 'Richie' to me," The older woman said, smiling at his retreating back.

(Gotham City, July 19, 2012. 5:46 a.m)

It has been about twenty minutes and Aris was still ranting and still crying. As she downed her second bottle of vodka, her hand reached into the liquor cabinet only to find that it was finally empty.

"What are you looking at," she screeched at Ivy. "I told you, I cremated the remains of Roxanne!"

At least, the kicking and hitting had subsided, but it was not very pleasant to be yelled at by someone. Ivy casually dodged another bottle that had come flying her way and took a seat on a nearby table. Every time she tried to approach the examination table, Aris would scream or cry or beg.

"Since I first saw you twenty years ago, I couldn't get you out of my mind," Aris said to herself. "I want to hold that handsome head of yours in my arms . . . and kiss it. Ravish me, Vincent. Yes . . . right there. How does it feel to be free of Roxanne? I've missed you . . . so much. Oswald was such a good boy and he always like to play with fire . . ."

Aris crawled up to the examination table and lifted the sheets. Underneath was indeed a dead body, the body was naked and disfigured with multiple cuts and bruises. But the most disturbing thing was that the head was detached from the neck.

"What did you do," Ivy exclaimed. The blood from the carcass sploshed on the floor and Aris happily skipped through it, hugging the head like it was a teddy bear.

(Happy Harbor, July 19, 2012. 9:39 a.m)

"Bye, come back next time! I'll have some more lychees for you," The elderly woman hobbled back into her stall, counting the bills that Siobhan handed her earlier.

"My name is Robert? Why couldn't you think of something cooler," Robin asked, smirking. "I am your boyfriend after all~"

It felt weird saying it, but they were technically together anyways, so that was his title now. Besides, Robin had to admit he liked seeing Siobhan turn red. Well, he couldn't right now because of the stuff he was holding and because she wouldn't look at him.

She looked really cute today, as opposed to when she didn't care and wore her pajamas as her day clothes. But he couldn't just tell her because, well just because.

"Hey, walk faster! I don't want to be dragging you back to the Cave, slowpoke," she yelled. Oh man, when did she get five yards ahead of him?

"Wait up, Shivette!"

(Mount Justice, July 19, 2012. 10:03 a.m)

"You guys are like the awesom-est friends. Ever." Wally gave Siobhan and Robin a teary-eyed look and dug into a plate of cake and chocolate covered fruit, covering his mouth with crumbs and smudges of chocolate.

"Yeah, I mean these chocolate covered strawberries are delicious," Megan chirped. "Where did you guys go to get them?"

"You guys went shopping," Artemis asked skeptically. "Like together shopping?"

"Well, yes," Siobhan nibbled on her apple and looked pointedly at the archer. "How else do you bring this much food back to the Cave?"

"Robin gives you the money and you go shopping, duh," Wally replied. "But this counts as a date! My best buddy went on a date!" Even when he was in the middle of stuffing his face, he was looking way too smug.

"Don't push your luck, freeloader."

While the others were enjoying their second breakfast, Robin and Siobhan shared a look before they went their separate ways, one to the library and one to the Zeta-Tubes headed for home just to 'check in'.

(Gotham City, July 19, 2012. 6:12 a.m)

"You want to know what I did to your son, Vincent? I helped him, made him stronger so he could find you again! So. Stop. Yelling. At. Me!" Aris paced back and forth in her lab, having abandoned the actual Vincent Laurent's decapitated head ten minutes ago when she became defensive of some kid named 'Oswald'.

By now, Joker and Harley had gotten bored. They went back upstairs, terrorizing the guards and servants. Luckily, Ivy had reminded them to cut the telephone lines and wi-fi, otherwise there would be cops swarming the place before they could say 'sorry'.

"It's not my fault that Roxanne had a miscarriage! You pumped all that shit into the baby to give it 'superpowers'. I can't believe that my sister even let you! You 'killed' her, I just finished the job. And by the way, Oswald loved me until he found out I was his aunt," Aris flung a few expensive looking tool against the wall in her fury and lovingly stroked the head to calm herself down.

"He tried to go out and warn that runaway experiment and got his ass kicked. Can you believe that I teamed up with a bunch of villains to find it? For you?"

Ivy straightened up, exhausted from the constant yelling and crying. The faster she knew, the faster she could get rid of Aris and be on her merry way.

"And Roxanne was pretty much pushing daisies, so I put an air bubble in her veins. You know, your shit would've had a nice life in the orphanage if it told my associate where you were, but noo, it had to blow up the whole friggin' building," Aris took a few moments to catch her breath, untangling the tangles and knots in her hair. "I couldn't let the cops connect it to us, so I bribed child services and had it sent to the Asylum."

"You what?" Poison Ivy took three strides and grabbed Aris by her throat, intending to strangle whatever life she had left out her. She couldn't help but feel sympathy for the dead man on the examination table.

She spent almost four years learning to hate the man, listening to her little girl's nightmares about him, comforting her when the therapists dug too deep to learn more about him, but when really, they were played by Aris's twisted obsession. Ivy still hated the man because of his own obsessions and cruelty, but it was slightly lessened now.

"I don't want to clean up your mess. It would've died anyways, just a matter of time before Batman decides to end it. So I don't really know where it is nor do I give a-" When Aris tried to reach for another cigarette in her coat pocket, Ivy squeezed.

"I'm gonna have fun with you, Doctor," she seethed. "You wanna know why? Because you fucked with the wrong person."

(Mount Justice, July 19, 2012. 9:57 p.m)

"Robin, are you in there?" A timid knock came after that. And another. And another until Robin opened the door himself.

"It was opened," he said, smirking. He quickly pulled her in, knowing that someone was walking by the corner and didn't want her to be caught. "So what do I owe to this late night visit to my room~"

"It's barely ten," Siobhan deadpanned. "Please put on a shirt."

"You don't lik-"

"Please put on a shirt," she repeated. "Or I will throttle you." She shifted her gaze away uncomfortably, but there was really nothing to look at except for the trash can. Even so, Robin grabbed a t-shirt off his chair and put it on just to preserve her modesty.

"Fine, shirt on. Happy," he asked.

"I'm never happy. But . . ." Siobhan pulled out a wrapped box from behind her and set it on his desk. "I saved a box of chocolate-covered lychees and hid them in the cupboard this morning," she said mischievously.

She unwrapped the napkins covering the box, opened it, and poured some of the sweets into his hand. "Hey Robin, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, shoot," he popped some of the white-chocolate covered fruits into his mouth and laid down on his bed. Siobhan sat down on the swivel chair on his desk and scooted towards him.

"Is everything alright in your home? I know its not my place to ask, but I've noticed you spending more time at the Cave," she said quietly, "more than usual. Even before you left for the mission."

"Yeah, I just pretty much camp here for the summer. My folks know that," Robin lied. Bruce didn't care if he ate dinner at the manor or the Cave. As long as there was some way to communicate between them, then he was fine. And his 'folks' were dead.

Maybe it was because he liked beating Wally at video games or eating sugary and salty junk foods Alfred never stocked at home. Or it could be the boyish persistence he had that drove him to follow Siobhan around like a puppy. He did learn a lot about literature in the past month or so just by talking to her alone.

"Hand me some more lychees," Robin suddenly said.

"I'm not your maid, do it yourself," she countered.

"But you're closer."

She wordlessly produced a disk of moisture from the air and froze it under the little box, lifting it off the desk and into her hands. Siobhan took a handful for herself and gave him the rest of the box.

"You look really pretty today," Robin casually said.

"You said the same thing to me about three weeks ago," she said. Siobhan ate the last of her lychees and folded her empty hands primly on her lap, looking as stoic as a teenage girl could manage. It looked like it was suppose to be intimidating, but with the polka-dot dress and messy hair, she came off as a character in a 1960s era sitcom.

"I mean it though, you look pretty," he sighed and put the box of chocolate-covered lychees on his nightstand. If there was one thing he couldn't understand, it was why girls couldn't accept a compliment when it is given directly to them.

" . . . Then thank you."

"Hey, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I don't pay attention to the girlfriend," he asked teasingly, voice low and husky.

"What?" Siobhan shifted her gaze to the wall as the heat crept up to her cheeks. "What kind of question is that?"

"It wasn't a question. But if you don't answer, you can't leave." Robin sat up and watched in amusement as she tried her best to look angry with him. As he waited, he thought back to all those times he was on the receiving end of those glares, how was it that she used to scare him?

"I'm not answering it. It would undermine my-"

Of course, he didn't let her finish the rest of her sentence.

He kissed her cheek to get her attention first. Siobhan snapped her head back to face him, and that was enough for Robin to bring his hand to her face and pull her closer.

It was officially their second kiss and she was still hesitant, allowing Robin to completely dominate her. And it felt really good to take things slow, rather than just turning everything into a messy make out session. He started off playfully, short, innocent kisses with the occasional nibble on her bottom lip.

One arm went around her waist while the other traced her jawline, eventually finding its way to the back of her head and entwined itself in her hair. Siobhan soon relented and clutched his shoulders as he guided her into a deeper kiss.

The awkward positioning of their seats weren't really helping the situation, but that was quickly taken care of when Robin pulled her chair closer. His mouth was pressed warmly against hers, moving at a deliciously slow pace. She was learning quickly, mimicking his rhythm and intensity as it grew more and more intense.

"No-" was all Siobhan managed to say when Robin released her for air, staying close enough so that his lips were barely millimeters away from hers.

"Not good enough," he smirked, purposely lowering his voice. "But I am going to get an answer."

"Good lu-" she ended up with an abrupt hitch of the breath when he lightly pressed his lips against hers once more, enjoying this little game. One hand on his shoulder slipped and fell down to his chest and tried to push him back. But Robin gave a gentle nip to her bottom lip again, building up on it until she couldn't resist anymore. Her fingers curled slightly on the top of his chest as he deepened the kiss again.

He pulled back after a few more minutes, breathing in shallow pants. Siobhan slumped against him, completely dazed and out of breath as Robin gave her a small hug.

"What about now," he asked, resuming his usual smirk.

"You really are terrible . . ." she muttered after some time of unresponsiveness. Siobhan pried his arms away from her and sat up, a pleasant shade of pink dusting her cheeks. "It's getting late, you should get some sleep . . ."

"It's barely 10:30, Shivette," Robin said. Besides, he wasn't done with their little game yet.

"I know," she gave him a faint smile and stood up to put the chair back where it was before she moved it. Siobhan headed for the door, but paused mid-way and turned back.

Robin was just about to lay down and get under his covers when he unexpectedly felt her kiss him lightly on the cheek. It was totally random and sudden, which was why he didn't react before she pulled away.

"What was that for," he asked as she averted her eyes after that.

" . . . Um, see you . . . tomorrow," she mumbled shyly in reply.

The next second, she was out the door before he could say something back. Robin flopped down on his bed, unconsciously brushing his finger where she had kissed him before knocking out.

(Gotham City, July 19, 2012. 7:33 a.m)

Ivy rubbed her skin in hopes of ridding herself of the smell of vomit. She would've used the hand sanitizer she found in a drawer, but some of the chemicals in the disinfectant were toxic to her skin, being that they were found in pesticides. It was an exhausting morning.

Harley Quinn flounced through the lab, her hammer in one arm and a big grin on her face. "Mistah J and I took care of the goon upstairs," she peered around the area. "Where's the crazy lady?"

"She cut her wrists. I didn't even see it coming," Ivy looked down coldly at a limp figure on the ground near her and prodded the scalpel nearby with her foot, wetting it with fresh blood. "The wounds were too deep. I couldn't help her."

"So what now. Ivy?"

"Let's go back the hideout. I'm dying for a drink and a shower."

(Mount Justice, July 21, 2012. 8:17 a.m )

It was a wonderful morning. Raquel had prepared breakfast for those who woke up early and they had a little sing-along in the kitchen. Now, they were waiting for the Saturday morning cartoons to begin, or so Siobhan had thought.

"This is Chris Thompson, reporting live from Lafayette Cemetery in Gotham City. Earlier this morning, a macabre discovery shocked funeral goers when they discovered two corpses in an open grave. The deceased are identified as former socialites: Vincent Laurent and Angelique Arisa Wilson, found with multiple cuts and trauma to the head. More of this on your 9 o'clock breaking news. Back to you, Cat."

"Boy, the news keeps getting more and more violent each day," Raquel said, chewing on her oatmeal. Her hand went for the last waffle on the platter at the center of the island counter, but smacked out of the way by Wally's.

"Too bad, so sad," Before she could retrieve the waffle via force field, the speedster took a bite from it and ran out of the kitchen. Kaldur shook his head as to discourage her from giving chase and returned back to eating his oatmeal.

Even so, there were still the english muffins that no body touched. With a sigh, she took one and grabbed the butter knife. "Shiv, what's wrong, girl? You haven't touched your oatmeal."

" . . . I don't feel so hungry anymore."

Shitz-Suji: I always kinda thought of Siobhan as a old-timey character in a modern setting. Kinda like Rosie the Riveter, but in the 60s. It's really hard to put her in 'normal' clothes like skinny jeans and chucks, especially when she just got out of prison clothes/straitjackets which was why she started with the slacks and stuff.

So I based the outfit she wore from something I saw in American Horror Story: Asylum. My goodness, the costumes, characters, and story line were delicious. It's a vintage style white dress, black polka-dots, knee-length skirt paired with red flats, nothing to 'all over the place', but subtly flirty. Of course, it's neutralized by her 'almost' permanent scowl.

As for Robin, I know he grows up to be a womanizer and playboy like Bruce, but that's gotta stem from something. I'm guessing that since Bruce takes him all the parties and galas, he got to meet a lot of girls and had his fair share of kissing. He probably had a 'gung ho' relationship with Zatanna and had fun with her and now that she's gone and Siobhan's here, he's gonna learn that its not all about the 'fun and making out' that defines a relationship.

*Bow of a thousand sorry-s* I haven't really talked to my fellow YJ fans at school because of my schedule and practices and studying for finals for a long time. So, sorry for the really long whatever *this* was. Review~