Hey people! What goes on? To clear up any confusion in the last chapter, Slade is not the reason that Talia left Damian with Bruce. As for why she did, I'll leave that to your imaginations. But if one of you wants me to clear that up, I will. Just remember, this isn't about Damian (or Bruce and Diana's relationship for that matter), it's about Celeste. Damian already has like, what, thirty comics about himself. Not to mention four freaking movies (that I've watched and loved). Anyway, ON WITH THE FIC!

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Celeste didn't dare tell her parents about Slade. She didn't even want to tell her other three brothers, especially Dick. They all had other important stuff to focus on besides her, like Ares. Not to mention that her father had to deal with his psychotic Gotham villains. She made sure that her fellow Titans promised to not breathe a word of Slade to anyone else. She did not need five more people doting on her. Three was already too much to handle.

Celeste despised this feeling. She felt weak, vulnerable. No villain had managed to hurt her that bad before. Maybe a few scrapes and bruises her and there, the worst ever being a sprained ankle. If it weren't for her meta abilities, she would still be recovering. She would never admit it out loud, but Celeste was scared. No, that was an understatement; she was terrified. She'd never been so afraid of an enemy, not even the Joker.

What scared her even more was that Rex, Damian, and Lora could all tell. They knew she was scared, she could see it in their eyes. They were worried about her, but she didn't need them to be. She was strong, she could take care of herself. She didn't need them looking after her like a child, even if she is the youngest.

But Celeste also knew that she was in even more danger now. With both Slade and Ares after her, it would take a miracle for her to even survive the next year.

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The first was her mother.

Wonder Woman materialized into the Titans' living room suddenly, making them all jump. "Great Hera!" exclaimed Wonder Bat. "Mom, can you call next time? You scared us all half to death!"

Wonder Woman smiled at her daughter. Shayera was right, she really did say that word too often. It was even rubbing off on her daughter! "I am sorry my Sun and Stars," she apologized. "I just wanted to see how you four were doing." Diana studied the girl more closely. Her shoulders were slouched and she was standing in a way that was unbalanced. "Are you alright Celeste? You look exhausted."

"I'm fine Mom," Wonder Bat lied. "I just stayed up late last night studying a witness report." Wonder Woman gave her daughter a disbelieving look, but didn't press against her better judgement. Celeste felt guilt bubble in her stomach for lying to her mother like that, but she immediately pushed it away. She hasn't been exactly honest with you either.

Celeste didn't talk to her mother much for the rest of the day.

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The next was her father.

Like her mother, Batman appeared out of no where in the middle of the living room. The only difference was that his daughter was alone. It did scare the crap out of Wonder Bat though. "Father!" she exclaimed in alarm. Luckily (or maybe unluckily) she was alone without her mask on. The others were sleeping while she was (once again) investigating Slade. "Father, it's almost two in the morning. Not that I don't want you here, but why this late?"

Batman studied his daughter intently, ignoring her question. "Why aren't you asleep?" he demanded immediately. He then noticed the files on Slade, much to Wonder Bat's panic. "Why are you investigating Slade? Have you encountered him? Has he hurt you?"

Celeste attempted to avoid his questions. "Why are you here at two o'clock in the morning?" she inquired. "Shouldn't you be in Gotham or at the Watchtower? I told you we could handle Jump City on our own."

Bruce crossed his arms. "Your mother told me that she was worried about you," he admitted. "And if those bags under your eyes are anything to go by, I'd say she was rightly so. Now tell me why you're investigating Slade at one in the morning."

Celeste internally groaned. If she had kept her mask on, her father wouldn't have been able to see the bags. She had taken it off half an hour or so ago because it had been hurting her eyes. Now she wished that she had just dealt with the pain. "Someone broke into the sewer system the other day, taking a hostage with them. When we arrived, we only saw the hostage tied up, no one else. We have no idea who it was, so I'm looking through all of the old Titans' files," she lied. "You're the one who always says to never overlook anything." There was that guilty feeling again.

"If that's true," Bruce began. "then why did Warhawk rescue Supergirl from a small Kryptonite dosage and find your brother with a broken wrist and you with a concussion, two broken ribs, and a broken arm?"

Celeste's eyes widened. "Who told-" she started in alarm, then immediately became aware. "Damian told you, didn't he?" She clenched her fists in anger. "He promised me he wouldn't tell!"

"He was worried about you," Bruce defended his son. "You're lucky he didn't tell me who hurt you."

Celeste rolled her eyes. "I can take care of myself Father." It felt like she was saying that a lot lately.

"Obviously you can't if you're suffering from exhaustion and fatigue," Bruce retorted. He then put a gloved hand on her shoulder. "Celeste, go to bed. Now. You need to rest."

Celeste wanted to resist, she really did. But she was practically falling asleep on her feet and arguing with her father was bound to take a lot out of her. "Fine," she agreed, giving a loud yawn. "Night Dad," she muttered, dragging herself to her room. As Bruce watched his daughter retreat, he let a small smile make its way to his face.

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Despite her parents' visits, Celeste continued her nightly research. One night, Lora had finally had enough and marched into the living room, hands on her hips. "Celeste, go to bed," she commanded in a tone that left no room for argument. "It's almost three in the morning."

Celeste didn't even look up. "I'm not tired," she insisted like a five year old. Yet at that exact moment, she gave a cute (albeit loud) yawn.

Lora rolled her eyes and pointed towards the exit. She could tell the other girl was exhausted. "Bed. Now," she said sternly.

Celeste pouted. "But then the nightmares come..." she mumbled, not intending for Lora to hear. But she forgot that the other girl had super hearing.

Lora's eyes widened. "Nightmares?" she repeated. "Celeste, why didn't you tell me, er, us that you were having bad dream from your fight with Slade?"

Celeste shrugged. "I dunno," she muttered. "It wasn't important."

"It's always important," insisted Lora. She grabbed Celeste's hand. "Come on. I'll tuck you in."

Despite herself, Celeste followed Lora into her room. She reluctantly got under the covers. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was out like a light. Lora smiled softly at how cute she was when she was sleeping and pulled the covers up. She kissed Celeste's cheek before attempting to get up. It was then that she noticed that the other girl had her arms around her waist. Not wanting to wake Celeste and also too tired to move, Lora lied next to her. Lora brushed some hair out of her crush's face, enjoying the blissful moment while it lasted. It definitely would not be this peaceful in the morning...